In the Night Palace, a large expanse of black dominates the entire field of vision, and the only source of light is the magical flames lit from the supporting pillars of the various carved columns, which are as permanent as the Night Pearls.

Although it is a demon lord's palace, it does not have any particularly gorgeous decorations, everything is simple but exquisite, although it is not so sunny and warm, but it is indeed the type that Ling Luo likes.

But here it made Ling Luo feel a gloomy and desolate feeling, that feeling of despair to suffocation seemed to be released from the depths of his heart, the sorrow and pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow seemed to be engraved on the soul, no matter how many times he experienced rebirth and transformation, it could not be erased.

There are not a few people who arrive in Dark Night City every day, and the woman who came here to receive the reward on this day can't remember clearly, Ling Luo's group of nine people is still amazed by the fact that this demon lord wants to distribute rewards along the way, and he looks grateful.

Ling Luo's head was full of black lines, but he couldn't say it clearly, this group of brainless women, hadn't they heard the phrase "no merit and no luck"? The pie in the sky will never happen, and if the person in Mo Lan Jiuye starts to go crazy, he will not blink an eye even if he kills everyone.

As the group came to the hall in the middle of the palace, Ling Luo only felt an extremely piercing coldness coming from the inside out, almost forcing her to breathe, she obviously didn't remember this place at all, but she couldn't get rid of this kind of fear.

Almost at this moment, there was a black figure on the originally empty seat in the hall, and that lazy and evil appearance was no different from Mo Lan Jiuye.

Ling Luo didn't dare to look at him in the crowd, because as long as it was related to him, no matter what it was, it would make her mind confused, and her heart was depressed.

Ling Luo and the nine women knelt down under His Highness with their heads bowed like this, waiting for Mo Lan Jiuye to speak.

"Raise your heads and let the king see them." The lazy and charming voice seemed to have magical power, and people couldn't help but raise their heads.

It was obviously so far away, but Ling Luo seemed to see his eyes close at hand, such red and dark pupils, there was a different kind of temptation, which made Ling Luo feel as if the whole shijie no longer existed, only the eyes like those deep pools, which made people obsessed and fallen.

Suddenly, there was a sudden coldness in his chest, Ling Luo's mind suddenly sobered up, and his heart was shocked, it turned out that Mo Lan Jiuye had used illusion in this short moment, it was her negligence, she was almost fascinated by him, Ling Luo was able to get out of trouble this time thanks to Jing Li.

When Ling Luo was about to leave with the demon soldiers, the thing that Jing Li stuffed into Ling Luo's hand was the family heirloom amethyst of the Dong Ran family, but this inconspicuous little pendant was a treasure that could break all illusions.

Ling Luo's spiritual power has not recovered almost, after all, he still can't use spells particularly flexibly, and Mo Lan Jiuye's blood pupil can cast a very powerful illusion, and even be able to demagogue, Jing Li was afraid that Ling Luo would be confused by illusions and be in danger, so he gave her the amethyst that he had worn on his body since he was a child and never taken off.

Thinking of Jing Li's telling her to be careful in everything, Ling Luo's heart couldn't help but warm, although Jing Li always looked indifferent to others, and always didn't give Ling Luo a good look, but in fact, she still cared about Ling Luo very much.