Demon King's Palace. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The entire palace exuded an eerie aura, and the delusion felt a bone-chilling cold as soon as he stepped in.

The cold is not ordinary cold, but the chill that penetrates your every pore and finally spreads to your limbs.

"Don't hide." Lightly put Shen Yuheng on the cold jade bed, and his voice was vain, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

A man slowly turned out of the darkness.

He was carrying a palace lamp, his black robe was dripping with blood, and the souls were hovering beside him, each of them with a hideous face, as if they would howl and pounce on him the next moment.

This is not too unfamiliar face, at least not for Shen Yuheng.

This person is none other than Shen Yuheng who is the first knot pill he faced when he built the foundation, that is, the culprit who captured the young children in the Burning Sky City!

At that time, several people fought against him, and finally called the gluttony to eat his attacks, and the man's figure turned into green smoke and dissipated, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Ghost Lamp, you're not in the Demon Lord's Palace, what are you doing here?"

The voice of the delusional nightmare has always been a little cool, it is clear that he is still a person, but his voice is even more eerie than those ghosts in the ears of the ghost lamp.

The ghost lamp shook his palace lamp, and the fire in the palace lamp suddenly shook a few times, and the hovering ghosts and ghosts on his arms were all deformed.

He is the ghost of the lantern of the underworld, leading those unjust souls to the Huangquan Road, so he is named the ghost lamp.

He paused for a moment, and after a while, he seemed to realize that the ghost lamp was his name, and then he suddenly brought the palace lamp to the delusional body.

"The Yin and Yang Dao is too dark, I'm afraid you'll get lost."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the unjust souls also opened their mouths, and what he did, those unjust souls followed suit, and what he said, those unjust souls followed suit.

All of a sudden, a sharp and noisy sound suddenly resounded throughout the palace.

Is the Yin and Yang Dao too dark?

The pale cheeks of the delusion were reflected by the fire brought by the palace lamp, the pale face was hooked with a pale smile, and the curvature of the corners of the mouth made the ghost lamp who had seen countless ghosts shiver, and the unjust souls on his arms trembled.

"You don't have any Yin Yang Dao to go anymore."

The candle flame was suddenly extinguished, and the entire palace suddenly went dark, and only the dark green eyes of the delusional nightmare were reflected in the eyes of the ghost lamp.

The faint green light looked even more eerie in the darkness......

The ghost lamp shuddered, the palace lamp in his hand was no longer stable, the palace lamp suddenly fell to the ground, and the candle bones in it rolled out a long way.

Ghosts and monsters have no Yin and Yang Dao to walk, they are different from monks, different from demons, once they die, they are really dead, there is no reincarnation, there is no afterlife.

I didn't even bother to pick up my palace lamp, and the ghost lamp ran away.

The delusional sneered, and all the candles in the palace suddenly lit up.

On each side of the ice bed, a girl lay on each side.

The same pale face, the same pale lip color, if you don't distinguish carefully, you can't tell the difference between these two people at all.

Their faces are clearly similar to those of one person, but no one has ever noticed that they look so similar.

One is the patriarch of the Shen family, a great clan in the cultivation realm, and the other is the princess of the demon realm who is above 10,000 people under one person in the demon realm.

They were originally from the same root, but they went to two completely opposite extremes.

Maybe that's fate.

Shen Yuheng hadn't dreamed for a long time, and for her, dreams had always been too illusory, and she didn't need it.

But today she had a dream.

I dreamed of the past of the Shen family that I hadn't thought about for a long time.

The strict father, the loving mother, the naughty Shen Yuluo, the endless books, the endless words, and the endless truths are intertwined into a long-term dream.

"Sister Yuheng, Sister Yuheng~" A small head suddenly poked out from under the window, the little doll was combing her hair, and she was only seven or eight years old, but she was more like a meat dumpling than Shen Yuheng, who was only three or four years old.

Standing on the small stool, the other little bean who was writing seriously tried to lean towards the window, and he didn't even feel a large piece of ink falling on the paper.

"Sister Yuluo, why are you here?" Shen Yuheng leaned over most of his body and looked at Shen Yuluo curiously.

Wasn't Shen Yuluo punished for writing? Why did you come here again?

"Shhh, Sister Yuheng, do you want to go out and play?" Putting her index finger to her lips and signaling Shen Yuheng not to make a sound, Shen Yuluo struggled to climb in through the window, her white clothes were already stained with mud, her white shoes were also full of mud, and there were grass clippings hanging on her body, as if she had come from over the mountains.

"Sister Yuluo, what are you doing here?" Shen Yuheng lowered his voice and asked quietly.

"I ran out while the guards in the yard were changing!" Shen Yuluo threw Shen Yuheng's badly written words into the paper basket with a few clicks, put Shen Yuheng's brush aside, glanced outside, and then quickly closed the door.

"Sister Yuluo, what are you going to do?" Shen Yuheng looked at Shen Yuluo in confusion and neatly put away her things, and the whole person was a little dazed.

"Shhh, the Nether is lively now, Sister Yuheng, let's go down and have a look!" Shen Yuluo dragged Shen Yuheng mysteriously, and began to talk about how lively the Nether Realm is now, Shen Yuheng was a little fascinated by what she said, and he was already a little moved.

"Ahem, Sister Yuluo, I think it's better for us not to go down." Shen Yuheng coughed twice and poked Shen Yuluo's arm.

"Afraid of what? I've seen it, and the guards in the house are lax now, and there will definitely be no one to ...... Uh......"

The back of her neck was suddenly lifted, and Shen Yuluo's words were suddenly broken in half, and the whole person froze.

"Father." Shen Yuheng bowed respectfully.

Opposite her, the man picked up Shen Yuluo's collar with one hand, although there was a smile on his face, but no matter how you look at it, this smile is a little infiltrating.

"Heng'er go study the literature." The man nodded at Shen Yuheng, and Shen Yuheng was busy responding.

"Yuluo, you go with me." Putting down Shen Yuluo, Shen Ningyuan said slightly sternly, turned around and left.

Shen Yuluo shrunk her neck, flattened her mouth, and reluctantly followed Shen Ning away, before leaving, she glanced at Shen Yuheng with resentment.

Shen Yuheng gave her a helpless look, silently studied the ink for herself, and then spread out a piece of rice paper and began to prepare for the study.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, but the change of the scene for no reason did not seem abrupt at all, Shen Yuluo's figure was gone, Shen Ningyuan's figure was also gone, and only surging heads were left in front of Shen Yuheng's eyes, large and large figures of people.

It was the most glorious time for the Shen family, and the entire cultivation realm was proud to be able to come to the Shen realm. (To be continued.) )