Just as the aura returned to his body, and after a short period of comfort, the old lord felt an inexplicable exhaustion fill his limbs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This exhaustion was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, haunting him, roaring in his body, reminding him of the fact that he was no longer good.

What a miserable life, never a happy life.

Even that short happiness never belonged to him.

It was stolen, stolen, and calculated by him, and no one would give him justice.

No one knew about his existence, and no one knew that he and Darkyao were originally twins.

Just because there can only be one owner of the Demon Palace, the fact that there are twins is only in their parents.

Naturally, they left everything to the Demon King Moon to choose, and under the witness of the eight envoys of the Demon Gate at that time, an ancient ritual was held to summon the remnant soul of the Demon King Moon.

Demon Wang Yue's face was clear and beautiful, a pair of black wings behind her flapped silently, her voice was ethereal like a fairy in the earth, although she didn't say a word, but he just remembered.

He didn't know if Obsidian remembered the same, but he was born with an excellent memory, and he remembered everything very well from birth to the present.

So the transparent and beautiful face of Demon Wang Yue was deeply imprinted in his mind, and when Demon Wang Yue looked at her, he also smiled at her: What a beautiful fairy.

Demon Wang Yue looked at the two children, pointed at the darkness silently, and disappeared.

Unfortunately, Demon King Yue's choice was not his, but at that time, he didn't know what all this meant.

The mother, who had been crying constantly, cried even more at this time, and rushed up to hug herself.

He looked at his mother and said happily: Mother, why are you crying?

A pair of large hands like eagle talons pulled him out of his mother's arms, and the transparent green karmic fire suddenly burned into his swaddling clothes.

Obsidian burst into tears, her voice tearing at the plane.

He was roasted in the fire, frightened, and just wanted to open his mouth to cry, but was stunned by the dark reaction.

He didn't cry, why did Obsidian cry?

I don't know if it was because of the pain at that time, which made it unbearable for him with a very good memory, so he remembered everything, but he only forgot the taste of karma.

I still remember that at that time, the eight people around below all knelt down in unison, muttering something in their mouths, and their voices were calm, as if they were narrating something that was no longer ordinary.

He didn't know what it was at the time, but now he can clearly recall that it was the song that sent him on the road, and it was the most gentle of the magic songs.

"The universe is fixed, the mountains and rivers are not moved, people have life and death, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. It is empty and empty, and there is no trace of coming and going. ”

This is the song for an innocent child. didn't give him anything, but gave him such a painless song of the past.

At that time, I knew what was sunny and what was empty.

He only knew that his soul was burned by his father's karmic fire, and he passed out and woke up again, but he did not die.

This life came from his mother's soft-heartedness and distress, but his dark life began like this.

Obsidian had inadvertently broken in, and that's when he learned that his mother, who had protected him from dying, had been dead for years.

Although his mother gave him the impression that he was mostly crying, when he grew up sensible, he understood that those tears were shed for him.

That's the only one who would cry for himself.

Obsidian doesn't remember who he is, but they look exactly the same.

Soon Obsidian became very familiar with him, and no one knew that he often came to see him.

Later, he even brought Qin Yutong.

They seemed to be good playmates, but simply Dim Yao and Qin Yu couldn't see what they were thinking.

In the depths of his heart, the fire of jealousy had already burned through his soul.

The pain in the karmic fire has been forgotten, but he has tasted the taste of jealousy for many years.

Locked up in a dark room all year round, his skin was like fine porcelain, and there was a pair of dark eyes like a well under his fan-like eyelashes.

One rare day, it was Qin Yutong who came to play with him alone.

He couldn't help but unleash the spell he had penetrated to charm her.

"You, you're so good-looking....... It's like a glass bell in the wind. Qin Yu's big eyes were full of fascination.

"Good boy...... what is a glass bell?" He asked, reaching out of the fence and caressing her young face.

The young Qin Yutong's skin was incredibly smooth, and her soft little yellow hair was like an unkempt and orderly silk thread in the bean-like light.

"Glass...... It's you....... ”

It's you, Kazeruri. Memories are like butterflies fluttering in the dark, silent but gripping.

"Wind glass? Whose name is this. A female voice muttered, "It's scary to suddenly hear a voice here."

The old wind Ruri suddenly stood up from the throne: who was speaking.

His eyes were gloomy, and he barely had to think much about what was happening.

Someone is actually using the spiritual eye to spy on the Futu Realm?

It's a big joke.

Could it be that the demonic power in the Floating Slaughter Realm is unstable, and it has reached such a point.

Can the Terran Spiritual Eye already snoop into his Demon Palace at will...... Let's try to see what it's like to have your eyes destroyed.

"Yuan Doudou, where are you? Mommy is coming for you. The female voice said again.

Just as he was about to activate the aura on his body, ready to destroy the other party's spiritual eye along the way of this voice, Dim Yao held back.

Yuan Doudou, he knew that this was the name of Ming Tong in the human world.

So...... is the woman they found?

Feng Liuli suddenly felt a light mood, and the memories that he had just been deeply immersed in were gone, and he strode out of the main hall of the Demon Palace and walked towards the side hall.

Mingtong, Mingtong, will you be able to wake up this time?

Yuan Qinqin didn't know that she had entered the Demon Palace, and she felt that the place where she was a long corridor.

This corridor is only two shoulder-width and looks narrow.

The visibility is only three steps ahead, and you can only walk forward, and you can't walk around.

From time to time, a voice or two of words could be heard in the corridor.

There is only one sentence that is the clearest, it is a little girl's voice, talking about the glass in the wind.

With a little girl, the little boy is not far away. Yuan Qinqin didn't dare to run because the ground in this corridor was not completely flat.

There are stairs, potholes, and sometimes even a wall ahead, and it takes some effort to get through.

Finally, she saw a bright spot in front of her getting closer.

There seemed to be a blue sky over there, and there were maple trees planted on the ground, and the maple leaves were blown into the corridor by the wind.

She didn't care if there was an obstacle under her feet, so she simply raised her feet and began to run towards that end.

"Yuan Doudou, are you in there?"

In the medicine pool, the baby's body has turned dark green, if it weren't for the fact that he used to be a flesh-and-blood child, everyone would think that this is a beautifully carved black jade doll.

The demon monk who had been sucked into the dark blue by the child's black jade body looked up and always felt that he was dazzled.

Just now, did the young master of the bright pupil move his fingers?

(To be continued.) )