The natural spiritual power shook the storm, the heavens and the earth and the fire flickered and roared, obscuring the stars, turning the day and night upside down, and all living beings were afraid, but they did not dare to run, but could only prostrate in place, trembling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was as if heaven and earth were about to be destroyed.

After the loud bang, the extreme silence covered the entire space, the square city was long gone, the winding river had completely dried up, and the green ground was no longer full of grass, leaving only yellow sand.

Everything is gone.

Only the two blood-stained young men stood up straight, quietly, looking at each other from a distance, and then, the young man in black turned around, gently picked up the woman wrapped in the light of the blind, and walked into the distance step by step in the yellow sand of the world.

The straight back is dyed with a sadness that glorifies the heavens and the earth.

The young man in Tsing Yi had been standing there and watching, watching them disappear from view, slowly curling the corners of his lips.

“…… Even without you, I'd still make the Three Realms fearful and play with the Ming in the palm of my hand, wouldn't I? ”

With a light smile, he turned around slowly and walked towards the demon clan who was waiting anxiously in the distance.

Went in the opposite direction.

The thousands of demon clans were all confused, but they didn't dare to ask about the other leader's whereabouts, and they didn't have time to ask again, because now their only leader, Lord Ming, suddenly led them to take the initiative to attack the mage.

In the past, Ming's approach was not to take the initiative to attack the mage, but to wait for the mage to find him, and then they violently counterattacked, making the mages suffer enough - or he himself was too addicted - and then left lightly, continued to cause chaos in the world, and when the mage came after him, he would give another head-on blow, and then leave. And so on, as if they were not fighting, but just playing a game, teasing the mages in the palm of their hands.

But after that day, Ming's style of acting changed.

He became more hungry for human blood and enjoyed human death.

In the battles that were actively provoked, Ming still appeared at the forefront of every battlefield, smiling and fighting with the mage, the green shirt was fluttering, as always frivolous and casual, but inexplicably lonely.

The unscrupulous killing finally angered the amazing "Heavenly Master", and the unheard-of array devoured the entire demon army, including Ming, and in the next moment, ninety percent of the power of the entire formation fell on him, and he no longer had the calmness on the battlefield, so he had to rely on his own strength to fight hard.

Two months later, the large array stopped functioning, and the demons who consumed a lot of Ming led the formation to break out, but what was waiting for him was the "Twelve Heavenly Masters" at the apex of the mage.

Just by falling into the big formation and only bearing one percent of the power of the formation, the demons were already exhausted, and now they had no way to fight against the strongest among the mages.

As far as Ming is concerned, although there are thousands of troops, it is tantamount to being isolated.

After that day, the head of the world's fierce demons, the thousand-year-old demon "Ming", disappeared from the world.

Bright red rolls, and darkness and silence reign in the dark.

Ming opened his eyes.

In the field of vision was a wooden ceiling depicted by a faint light, and the soft light of the stars and moon with the chirping of insects poured down from the window, falling on his face, his body, like a silver light shirt.

Everything in front of you, everything in your ears, everything around you is peaceful and quiet, completely different from what you saw a moment ago.

It's rare that he actually dreamed.

Even after a thousand years, everything in the dream is still so clear, so vivid, in a trance, it is like yesterday.

It was a world that Ming had been extremely satisfied with, full of blood and madness, but also extremely interesting, even if he entered the Lion Mountain Demon Tomb, it was still the "interesting" world he had been pursuing.

But at this moment, surrounded by this silence and peace, he suddenly felt tired.

It was an interesting world, but he had nothing.

The slightly swaying gaze moved away from the ceiling and fell to the side, and what he saw in his eyes was the girl's sleeping face.

Just as Ming had maintained her original form before, the girl was still sleeping in the same bed as him, she turned sideways to her, curled up slightly obediently, and slept peacefully, but her fingers were still gently tugging at the hem of his clothes, and her eyebrows were smiling.

Looking at the soft smile, Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and he unconsciously reached out and gently stroked the girl's cheek, but the soft touch of his fingertips made him look dark.

“…… Ultimately...... You're going to leave me too, right? ”

The low voice seemed to have uneasiness, and the sleeping girl didn't know if she was aware of it, her brows furrowed slightly, and she moved as if she was not sleeping very well, and suddenly found the warm touch that gently covered her face, and rubbed it gently, ignoring the sudden stiffness of the hand, she just let go of her brows because of the temperature she felt, and her small lips raised a warm arc, and she made a hazy sound.

“…… Not...... Little Fox ......"

The subtle voice was particularly obvious in the silence, Ming was slightly stunned, and then his eyebrows involuntarily softened.

“…… Stupid woman. ”

Stretching out his arm slightly sideways, he carefully retracted it, lowered his eyes to block the flow of color, and embraced a fragrance.

The tiredness and irritability of the previous moment all disappeared at this moment, and all that was left was the faint fragrance of the nose and the heartbeat that gradually calmed down.

There was a feeling in his heart that he hadn't felt in the past thousand years.

Is this "satisfaction"? Or something else?

He didn't understand, he didn't care what it was like, he just cared about the moment.

It seemed to be a far cry from what he had been seeking, but it suddenly dawned on him that it would be okay if it would always be.

But knowingly, this is impossible.

He's a demon, she's human.

There can never be a lasting peace between them.

The brilliance faded in his eyes, and Ming's eyes wandered slightly, and soon he found the hairpin placed next to the girl's pillow.

She cherishes this unadorned hairpin, and always pulls up her hair in a bun to decorate her hair during the day, and puts it next to her pillow when she falls asleep at night, and falls asleep with the fragrance.

The fluffy yellow flower clusters are delicate and delicate, and the fragrance is tangy, as if they had just been picked, and there was no wilting at all, as if time had frozen at that moment.

But I know that time can't really stop.

Even if he couldn't do it at his peak, how can he talk about it now?

No matter how much he does, what should happen will still happen after all.

Looking at the well-behaved and warm face, looking at the quiet and sweet smile, his eyes darkened slightly, and his arms tightened slightly.

“…… How long can it be delayed......"

The original frivolous and casual voice was infected with deep pain at this moment.