"The King—"

This title blurted out, not only Zhao District, but Honeysuckle himself was also a little blindsided.

Why, just kneel like that?

She looked at Zhao with a small round face tangled, and with that colorful hair, it looked funny.

The heat rose in the spring water, the mist in the water was thick, Zhao District's face loomed, Honeysuckle who was immersed in doubt did not notice a trace of ridicule at the corner of her mouth, she knelt crookedly, but she didn't want to get up, and the coldness in Zhao District's eyes became deeper and deeper.

It was these small tables that forced her to this situation, such as being loyal on the surface and putting cold arrows behind her back!

She looked at Honeysuckle and seemed to see the young mandarin duck kneeling in front of her that day.

The fire in his heart rose gradually, the temperature of the spring water gradually increased, his delicate face flushed, and the marks on his forehead became more and more vivid.

"Don't scream."

A smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, like a plum blossom stretching on the cliff in winter, cold and cold, beautiful but dangerous.

Honeysuckle shuddered involuntarily, and then said, "Your sword has the breath of a king, no, it's not that I want to kneel by myself." ”

The voice behind her grew smaller and smaller, and the fear in her heart deepened under that cold gaze.

"Sword?" She tilted her head slightly, and her afterglow happened to catch a glimpse of the silver-white sword floating on the surface of the water, and the corners of her mouth twitched, and she reached out and fished it out.

"Why are you here?"

There is a spirit in the sword, although he rarely communicates with her, but for so many days, the silver light in his mind has been lingering. Enhance her mental power, not this little thing, who is it?

This is a relic left by the previous demon king to her mother. Now it has reached her hands, and it has not been used once, but today it has made a proud little girl kneel before her

It's kind of interesting.

She held her chin and looked at the delicate sword in her hand, and there was a little more smile in her eyes.

This is what Zhou Yu left to her, and it was left to her by that woman.

"Who the hell are you?"

Honeysuckle asked in a low voice, and glanced at Zhao Jie cautiously.

"Don't you call me king? You demon supreme future king. That's me. ”

Zhao looked at her playfully, put on a high hat for himself, and then added a sentence to Honeysuckle's expression that was about to collapse. "What, don't you believe it?"

Honeysuckle: ""

She wanted to believe it, but without the edict of the Sect Elders' Association to inform the entire Red River, how could she dare to call herself the king?

That's a rebellion, okay?!

She twitched the corners of her mouth. Zhao did not answer the question.

"It seems you don't believe it." Zhao pouted. He moved his body down a little, looked at Honeysuckle in a more comfortable position, and continued, "Why are you still kneeling if you don't believe it?!" ”

Honeysuckle didn't answer and stood up quietly.

"Where are you from?" She asked softly, her eyes clear.

Under such a serious gaze, Zhao District's heart softened, and he suddenly smiled.

"I come from where there is light."

She looked at an aunt's red sky. Looking around the gloomy surroundings, looking at the honeysuckle who killed Matt. He smiled and said, "It's far, far away from here, a place you won't go to in your life." ”

Honeysuckle looked at her face and frowned.

It was the second time she had heard the word light.

It seems that they have a lot of respect for this word and look forward to it.

I am in doubt

A ray of light suddenly bloomed in front of my eyes.

Zhao stood up, holding a small silver sword in his hand, and the bright light came from above, through the thick fog, and shot straight into the sky.

It was like a bright firework rushing into the dark sky, and it was eye-catching.

The heavy red cloth in the sky shone brightly, and the whole forest began to shine.

Honeysuckle was suddenly stunned.

She struggled to resist the dazzling light, let the tears flow down her cheeks, staring at the light with a surging heart.

Is this the light?

The light swept past the treetops and rushed into the sky, and white pillars of light rose in the sky of the South River.

At this moment, many people involuntarily raised their heads and looked at the sky.

What is that?

They asked questions, but no one answered.

They just thought, it's so pretty.

How nice would it be if it could hang on forever?

Inside the Cloud Palace.

Jiang Xuan suddenly stopped, he looked at the beam of light in a daze, his heart seemed to be full, a long time ago, he liked to be in a daze, looking at the sky, this is a part of his life, the vast red is unpredictable in his eyes, when there is rain, the red will become deeper, the cloud hall will be dim, the rain is dripping down, it seems to cover the entire earth, when there are clouds, the red is more bright, occasionally floating through the white flowing clouds, it becomes a picture that can be painted.

Over the years, he has come and gone more than 10,000 times, and he has seen through the sky of the Red River.

But I didn't know that there was still this spectacular scenery today.

It was as if the light was born to belong to all the people.

If, there was light, wouldn't those views be less monotonous?

It will dispel the dark clouds and light up everything, the sea in the East China Sea will become sparkling, the woods of the South River will be bright and colorful, and even the North Abyss will not be dark, and it is there that the light is most needed.

He thought blankly, and all the voices in his ears were gone.

In the main hall, the young man looked at the light, and the corners of his eyes were a little more ruthless.

"He's still alive! Alive! ”

The master of light, she naturally knows who it is, for Zhao District, she has always regarded it as a thorn in the flesh, when she crossed the bridge, she made a dead hand, I thought she would definitely not see the sky of the Red River, and quietly hibernated for more than half a month before starting to act, and thought that there was no more worries, who knows, this slut is still alive!

She's alive!

This thought made her a little flustered, and then told herself, you are already at the head of the Cloud Palace, why panic?

Her eyes were full of anger, her body trembled slightly, she looked at the direction of the light, and took a long deep breath before calming down.

"If you don't die, then die again!"

She looked in the direction of the light, her fingers poked into her palms, and her heart was full of cruelty

Zhao withdrew his sword.

The light is gone.

It took a long time for Honeysuckle to come back to her senses, a little nostalgia flashed in her eyes, she looked at Zhao District, and asked softly, "Do you have light?" It's so pretty, can you give me a little bit? ”

As soon as the words fell, she looked at Zhao District nervously, expecting her answer.

Zhao District chuckled.

"Lend you light?"

She smiled brightly, and the corners of her eyes smiled a little brightly.

"What's so funny!"

Honeysuckle stomped his feet and said dissatisfiedly, "If you don't borrow it, forget it, what's the matter if you laugh like this?!" ”

Zhao District sank into the hot spring, smiling deeply, she looked at Honeysuckle and replied seriously.

"I can't borrow this."

The light is the Golden Crow, the Golden Crow is her natural spirit, and the natural spirit is part of her source of life. (To be continued......)