Demon Realm

Qing Xiao stared out the window at the dark night in a daze, ignoring the man behind him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jimo Yueyang played with the teacup, "Are you thinking about who will come to save you?" That coward who knew I was coming but hid in the illusion and didn't dare to show up, or the cold day that created the illusion of freedom for you? ”

Seeing that the green-shirted woman's body trembled, he got up, pressed her shoulders with both hands, and looked out the window together.

"I'm thinking, why are you in the Demon Realm?"

Jimo Yueyang was stunned for a moment, then let go and sat back in place, and his laughing heart also retracted a little, "That woman is dead." ”

Seeing that Qing Hu was indifferent, he suddenly clapped his hands and applauded, "Iron-hearted woman, she died for you." ”

"Her role is doomed, do you think he will let the people who understand the will of heaven go and ignore them? Killing the attendants of the gods has a deterrent effect on the discerning and a placating effect on the ignorant people, and heresy is just a name. ”

Jimo Yueyang looked at her directly, her eyes were very complicated, and she suddenly said: "I used to like your innocence and agility very much. ”

Qing Hu said expressionlessly: "Then you really should wash your eyes." ”

The other party also nodded silently, "When you were a child, I went to see you." ”

"See me?"

He straightened up, "Do you think the Demon Lord's wife is really a little tricky and can do it in a few words?" I went to see you after making an agreement with your mother. ”

has always been cold and hypocritical, with a bit of sincerity. In the valley of flowers flying in the sky, a girl wearing a blue cardigan with pigtails on her head has been crying.

He was upset, but when he saw that the doll's flesh was indeed a little cute and smart, he patiently leaned on the branch and watched it slowly, sneering in his heart, isn't it just that he accidentally stepped on a butterfly when he practiced spells, and he used to cry like this?

Seeing the girl below pinching the butterfly's wings and trying to make it fly again, seeing that her mouth was flattened, and her big eyes were filled with tears, it seemed that she was about to cry again, he was very annoyed, and raised his fingers.

The butterfly, whose wings had been torn, shook a few times, but it regained its vitality from the girl's palm and fluttered into the distance.

The girl's eyes widened, and the smile on her lips grew wider, and he was really amused to watch.

"Senior sister! Where are you! Not far away, another boy yelled, and the girl turned around, holding her skirt high in her hands, and moving slowly with her legs raised. While staring nervously at his feet, avoiding which flower he would stomp on with one foot, he chased after the boy in front of him, and shouted aggrievedly: "Don't go too fast, I'm going to step on them!" ”

She didn't notice that the butterfly, which was supposed to be dead, circled around her forehead and flew up the branches. Stopped in the palm of the man in red leaning against the trunk of a tree.

Jimo Yueyang tightened his palm, and when he opened it again, his palm was already a pile of powder.

On that day, the girl who was walking intently with the corner of her skirt did not notice that a man in red was in the middle of the flower field, accompanying her through the sea of flowers.

"Love? Childishness. ”

Jimo Yueyang's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I knew that I should have taken you back to raise you at that time, and I wouldn't have become like this now." ”

There was another sentence he didn't say, he was only secretly unhappy in his heart, he knew that he would catch people under his nose and raise them, and he wouldn't let that kid take the lead in the cold weather!

Qing Hao didn't remember what he said at all, and knew in his heart that maybe it happened before he crossed over. What Jimo Yueyang wants to marry is the real Qinghu, not her, an impostor.

She suddenly felt ridiculous. What made Yu Hantian emotional was the man in green shirt who gave him medicine and saved his life, and the innocent Qing Qi who was not possessed by her who made Jimo Yueyang love.

"What are you laughing at?" Jimo Yueyang frowned, "Now that the cold sky has been able to use Tianhe, Jiutian also respects him for three points, and even vaguely surrenders." ”

Qinghu: "So what? What do you want to say? ”

Jimo Yueyang: "You are a heretic, if there is anyone in this world who can compete with him, it should be you in both affection and reason, although my demon world surrendered to him that day, but there are still many people who are sincere to me, I am willing to lead the demon world to raise you to the highest position." ”

He approached, his snort fluttering on the snow-white and tender neck, "Kill him, you don't have to hide in Tibet, I am willing to be your pawn and make you the new god of this world!" ”

"Hahahaha," Qing Hu leaned back with a smile, almost out of breath, rubbing his stomach all the time, "you actually want to kill him, this is really the best joke I've ever heard." ”

Jimo Yueyang was annoyed and angry, grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, "Is it that funny?" ”

Qing Xiao restrained his smile and said word by word: "It is an established fact that he became a god, and anyone who opposes him will disappear, including me." ”

"Stubborn!" Jimo Yueyang shook his sleeves and prepared to leave with resentment.

"Jimo Yueyang." Qing Hu called out to him, "If you can, please help Na Sui find a feng shui treasure to bury, I have never begged you, if you really love Qing Hu who was kind at the beginning, help her do this." ”

Jimo Yueyang didn't reply, and the big red corner shook at the door for a while, and then disappeared.

Qing Hu continued to look out the window, the sky was pitch black, and there seemed to be a faint lightning split, as if it was going to split this demon world in half.

With a sudden pain in the back of her neck, she lost consciousness and leaned back into her arms filled with the scent of lotus flowers.

"Tick, tick."

Qing Xiao transformed quietly, moved his wrist, and found that his arm had been tied with an arm-wide iron chain, and there was a thin layer of fluff inside the iron ring that bound his wrist to protect his wrist from being bruised.

It was the same with the ankles, which seemed to be a cave, a cave where the fingers could not be seen, and the top of her head was so low that she would have to bend down to walk with her.

It's so dark that even if the eyes have adapted to the darkness, this level of darkness is still uncomfortable. There was only the sound of "tick, tick" in her ears, and she tilted her head, and the water droplets dripped onto her earlobes, which were cold and cold.

What time is it? Morning? Noon or night? How long was she unconscious?

She waited silently, waiting for the interrogator to arrive, occasionally turning her head to catch two drops of water from the stone wall.

She didn't need water or food at all, she just wanted to prove that she still existed.

I don't know how long she waited, when she found that her nails had become very long, like an eagle's beak, curved and hard, and her hair had grown to her thighs, hanging loosely all over the ground.

She's starting to get scared, has she been here for years? Once the idea pops up, it never fades.

Struggling, unable to break free, the chains were so heavy that there was no sound at all, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and even the "tick-tock" dripping sound disappeared.

Why did it disappear? What about water droplets? No, didn't it ever exist at all, everything was imagined by her? Or has the water beads stopped a long time ago?

The jumbled thoughts rushed into her arms, and she was so frightened that she found that her throat was hoarse and her head was empty, and she didn't know what to say.

The darkness of the fingers that could not be seen, the silence that could not hear any sound, and the heartbeat that kept agitating.

"Put, I, out, go."

Weak, hard cries went unanswered, and she tried to use the spell, but she couldn't use her strength.

She was imprisoned here forever, letting her die slowly, and no one would ever find her.

She started crying, and she kept crying, except for a short period of sleep, crying so much that she couldn't open her eyes, and her consciousness was blurred, and then she fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it was, but she began to scream, scratching the stone wall with her long, curved nails, and the sound of her nails pulling across the stone wall made her ecstatic.

A year? Two years? Or ten years? How long the hell has she been here?

A ray of sunlight peeked through the cracks in the stone and shone on the unconscious, embarrassed man. The light gradually lengthened, and a red figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.

In the quiet of the night, Qinghu could only hear the sound of rapid breathing, and it took her a while to figure out that the breathing was her own.

"Qinghu?"

"Who is it?" She saw her mouth zoom in slow motion, repeating what she had just said.

"You're not a green horse." A deep and deep voice slowly knocked into her ears, "You are a god who upholds the rules of the world, someone wants to kill you, he imprisons you in a dark world, and allows you to rot." ”

"Don't." Qing Hu subconsciously waved his hands, but he felt that his hands were very heavy, by the way, there were still heavy iron cables hanging on his arms, of course they were heavy.

The deep voice continued, "Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him!" ”

"Kill, he?" Qinghu whispered, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Jimo Yueyang stroked the cheeks of the woman on the bed, lowered her head and wanted to kiss her, and a cold voice sounded behind her, "You fed her medicine that can accelerate the growth of body functions, making her think that she has been imprisoned for a long time, causing a mental breakdown, and finally breaking into her sea of consciousness to reshape her memory, it is really despicable." ”

Jimo Yueyang turned around and looked at the boy in front of him, who was only three feet tall and his long silver hair had spread to the ground. seemed to be smiling, "Leng Silkworm, I thought you would hide in her body for the rest of your life and not come out." ”