Seven years...... Devile slept for seven years...... She slowly opened her eyes that she didn't know how long she had been closed, her body became as cold as an ice cube, and she saw the things around her clearly, and Dai Weier realized that she had been sleeping for a long time, she was lying in a crystal ice coffin, the crystal ice coffin was surrounded by ice and snow everywhere, a slender figure broke into her sight, and she would never forget the flaxen-colored broken hair, yes!

He smiled brightly at Devier, but his right eye seemed to contain a piece of ice, "Ye, you ......"

Ye gently covered his right eye with his hand, made a royal salute to Dai Weier, and said respectfully: "Welcome back to Her Majesty the Queen!" ”

His voice was a little less banter, a little more calm and solemn.

Devil covered her mouth, her eyes were full of disbelief, at this time she seemed to be no longer the only princess, but a crumbling porcelain doll, her voice was also trembling: "Father......"

"The high priest led Xinruo and all the people of the heavenly realm against us, and the king was plotted against us, and he was also ......"

Devil looked up, her eyes no longer the pure and immaculate ice blue they once had, but blood-colored eyes full of murderous intent and bloodlust...... She stood on the top of the snowy mountain, her tattered black skirt dancing in the snow wind, her blood-red eyes were calm, only Ye who was standing beside her felt her deep killing intent, "Go to war." ”

One by one, the surviving demons under the snow-capped mountains spread their wings and flew in the clouds, "Welcome to Her Majesty the Queen!" ”

Devil spread her huge wings and raised her sword high: "Lonely people, pick up your weapons and go to war!" ”

"Yes! Her Majesty the Queen! ”

'High Priest, Xinruo, Heaven, if anyone does not offend me, I will not offend anyone, but if anyone offends me, I will destroy him!'

Xin Ruo sat in her chair, looking at the gray-black sky, for some reason, the poppy in her hand quickly withered and turned into a cloud of dust, she still remembers the disbelief on his face when she killed the king, and in the end, the disbelief seemed to turn into ...... Relief and bitterness.

She rubbed her long, dark purple hair, trying to shake off the mess in her head.

Ao Feng gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, "Do you really think this is right?" ”

Three years ago, when she killed the king, he seemed to have said the same thing...... Xinruo impatiently shook off his hand: "I think that's right." ”

"Really......"

He lowered his head slightly, unable to see the expression on his face, and after a while, he solemnly said to Xinruo: "Even if this road is wrong, then let me go down with you......"

Xinruo didn't know whether she was happy or sad, and she didn't know that she had been wrong since she embarked on the path of assassination, and this was a mistake that she couldn't make up for in her life...... If the wrong path comes to an end, what will greet her...... For Devier, it's no different, revenge...... Slaughter...... Sacrifice...... ruined miè...... In the final analysis, they are actually the same people, in order to survive, for the faith in their hearts, for the most important people in their hearts, they would rather exchange their lives for their lives, they are all poor people, the difference is that Devile is for the people she loves; And Xinruo just wants to live, no matter what, she has to live, even if she uses other people's corpses to pave her own way of survival, she will not hesitate...... Fate guides them out of school, leads them to hope and light, but sometimes it also leads them to ...... ruined miè......