In order to force the little flea, he couldn't help but say something, and sat in the space between the mirrors and began to lock. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The little flea's teary eyes were blurred, and he hallucinated, thinking that he had returned to Fan Yao Palace, and the demon king, who was in good health, was sitting firmly behind the case, reviewing the chapter.

He shouted "brother" with joy, stretched out his arms, and saw that he could pounce into his arms, but at the moment when the two of them were about to touch each other, the dust outside the Fan Yao Palace was everywhere, the wind and clouds changed color, and a strange fork-like lightning fell from the sky, crossing the top of the hall, splitting the window lattice, and knocking down the partition door, and then countless thunderbolts dragged black smoke, swarming in from the broken doors and windows, and exploded everywhere in the hall, blowing up the entire Fan Yao Palace pillar and falling to the wall, crumbling.

The thunder group was formed by the condensation of the souls of the dead, and after the explosion, the souls flew everywhere, but instead of floating out of the palace, they quickly gathered again, surrounded the two of them, and mourned four words in their ears: sinners through the ages.

The little flea was so frightened that he went to find someone who was killed but could not see him again, and in the ghost smoke, there was only a tent of jumping flames, and the flames could also warn: "If you don't drop your sword again, all these tragedies will become a reality, and I will become a sinner for eternity because of you!" ”

"No...... Don't, my brother is not a sinner through the ages, he is a demon king with great love, a great hero, and he can only be his, the demon - the king - the love - "

The sword, aimed at the canopy of flames, fell......

Three minutes later.

The short sword, immersed in the golden fire and blood, lay quietly beside the caracal legs, the blood stained by the tip of the sword, but it was steaming hot, and quickly dissipated.

Between the Demon King's eyebrows, a deep wound also healed after three minutes, but the flame demon talisman that symbolized his life was no longer visible.

The little flea clenched his heart and didn't say a word, for fear of disturbing the dead silence in the labyrinth at this moment.

He was stunned to see all the traits associated with the Demon King disappear from him little by little, and even the faint fragrance of pear blossoms was gradually fading.

The most incredible change is his demon king's robe, which originally turned from gold to bright red, which was already peculiar, but after he took his last breath, it turned into an ordinary warm yellow gauze robe, turning him into an ordinary son of a family, from head to toe, exuding a bookish atmosphere with the fragrance of ink.

This is probably the gift of God, so that when he was dying, he fulfilled his lifelong wish, and returned to Pear Blossom Pass, the gentle and elegant Northern Fox monk Yufeng.

His face was serene, without regrets, only his eyes, somehow slightly open, always with a trace of tenderness, looking ahead, as if he was looking forward to the appearance of someone.

The little flea whimpered twice, and suddenly he couldn't cry anymore, so he had to raise his little short arm and close his eyes for him.

He was still unwilling, and went to probe his nose again, hoping to find a miracle, but in the end he could only admit that his beloved demon king brother would never wake up again.

His other hand was still holding the Demon King's golden light shield that had been compressed into a ball, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails had been inserted into the flesh. He was afraid that as soon as the golden light shroud was dispersed, he and his favorite brother would have to be separated forever.

He cried for too long and was too tired, so he lay down beside him and put his head on his lap again, wanting to feel his residual body temperature one last time.

I don't know how long he lay down, his body was cold, and the once fiery demon king was now as cold as ice.

The little flea was about to dream, but was startled by the coldness, shouted "brother is back", and couldn't help but bounce away, this flick, the golden ball in his hand, hung above his head, there was a "buzzing" sound, and then a hazy light mist cut through the top of his head, and began to whirl, spinning out thousands of feet of light, the light formed a cone, and fell to him from head to toe.

In the blink of an eye, he was imprisoned in the golden demon king enchantment, and within three days, he couldn't get out again.

He could only stare at the dead caracal from behind the mask, and then he realized that the handsome young man sitting cross-legged with his hands folded on his chest was actually smiling all the time.

He was still fantasizing that Caracal could open his eyes again, look at himself, and look at the world. But the tears that are not angry came back at this time.

So as long as his eyes were blurred by tears, he hurriedly wiped them, as if wiping a little slower, the northern fox monk feather wind would turn into green smoke and drift away. (To be continued.) )