Zi Youge's words were tantamount to the long sword passing through his chest at that time, and the demon Zixun could no longer hold back a sweet mouthful of blood in his throat, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and dyeing the blue clothes on his body with a few gorgeous flowers again

The dust spirit was slightly surprised, "You're injured"

"I'm fine," the demon Zixun endured the pain of the demonic power running around his body, "Since you regret knowing me, why do you regret the sword that stabbed me at that time, do you regret that the blade didn't move forward at that time?"

Chenling's face is still flat, but his lips are bloodless when he is drinking tea, and his face is also pale, and he can clearly see the pale cyan blood vessels hidden under the flesh, "I regret knowing the demon monarch, but I don't regret knowing Zijin, if I can do it all over again, I am still willing to meet Zijin for the first time in the Lanhe."

"It's not that you don't know that Demon Zixin and Zijin are both the same person," Demon Zixin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "What's the difference?"

Dust Ling smiled faintly, sat in front of the piano table, stroked the piano in front of him, and the white and slender fingers hooked the strings, "Everyone will not have the same opinion on the same thing, in your opinion, there is no difference, but I think these are two things at all."

The demon was silent, and looked down as the dust spirit's fingertips tumbled rapidly on the strings

The sound of the dust spirit's piano is still very good, the same as before, there is no change, the song he is playing in his hand now is the phoenix that the demon Zixin just played, Yu Fei doesn't know how many times better than the demon Zixun

His voice and the sound of the piano were soft but extremely powerful: "I am a person in the immortal and demon world, and I am incompatible with fire and water, not to mention that the demon monarch once led troops to attack the Nantianmen, so I hate the demon monarch...... But I regard Zijin as a confidant, and I regret the sword I stabbed in Zijin's body at that time."

He really shouldn't have been impulsive at the beginning, if it weren't for the emotions he was out of control at that time, the immortals who fought side by side with him would not have died

Hearing the dust spirit say this, Demon Zixun's heart seemed to be frozen all of a sudden, and she could clearly feel that even the blood in her body had become extremely cold

Dust Spirit said so much, she also understood some things, no matter what Dust Spirit did to her, she didn't hear half of it from his tone, there was a sense of liking her

The silence may have been a little long, and Yu Fei, the phoenix of the dust spirit, also reached the last stage, and the demon Zixin opened his mouth, and said in a weak voice: "The dust spirit, these five thousand years, I just want to ask you, have you ever liked me, even if ...... Even if it's just a little bit."

The words of the demon Zixun were half muffled by the sound of the dust spirit's piano, and it was almost impossible to hear clearly, but after all, the dust spirit was so close, he could still hear it clearly

I saw that he played the last note unhurriedly, and his fingers left the strings, "It's all five thousand years past, whether you like it or not."

"It's very important to me," Demon Zixun immediately looked into the eyes of the dust spirit and said, "I can't live up to these five thousand years, no matter how bad it is, I have to give myself an explanation."

The dust spirit raised his eyes and glanced at the demon Zixun, and said indifferently: "This question seems to have been asked by you five thousand years ago."

The demon Zixun was stunned for a moment, and his steps couldn't help but take a step back and said, "Then what about your answer...... Same as 5,000 years ago"

The dust spirit looked at the demon Zixin with open eyes, and said: "You ask me now, my answer is still the same as five thousand years ago, I used to be an immortal, you were a demon, I couldn't like you, now I'm a human, you're a demon, I can't like you."

The dark blue in the pupils of the demon Zixun flickered again and again, and finally he couldn't help rushing up, and suddenly grabbed the placket of the dust spirit, and said solemnly: "Dust spirit, you don't have a heart, you are an immortal, you love the people of the world, you don't love me, my demon Zixun resigned to fate, but now you are just a person, you will not have the responsibility of the world, why do you still not love me, what point is my demon Zixun not worthy of you?"

The dust spirit lowered his head and glanced at the slender hand that was grasping the placket of his clothes, there was no wave in his eyes, as if what the demon Zixin was saying and doing now had nothing to do with him, "In terms of appearance, I am afraid that there are few people in the Six Realms who dare to match you, in terms of identity, as the Lord of the Demon Monarch One Realm, you are extraordinary, and you are naturally smart in terms of wisdom, this does not need me to say...... But ......"

As soon as the words turned, the dust spirit broke the demon Zixun's fingers from the hem of his clothes one by one, stared at her eyes and said: "But the dust spirit is just a mortal now, and he just wants to live an ordinary life, and the demon monarch is so loved, I'm afraid he can't afford it."

"I can't afford it," Demon Zixun sneered, and his anger suddenly turned into bursts of cold laughter, overflowing on his face: "Dust Spirit, you also know that you are mortal now, I tell you, I am not here to complain to you this time, but to take revenge."

As soon as the word 'revenge' landed, the demon Zixun's arm flicked violently, accompanied by a burst of blue light, and threw the body of the dust spirit onto the soft couch behind him

Dust Ling was stunned for a moment, and before he could think of anything, he felt a sudden sweetness in his throat, and a stream of blood could not stop overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and for a while, the whole mouth was a fishy sweetness

Seeing that the dust spirit was injured, a trace of helplessness flashed in the demon Zixun's eyes, but when he remembered what the dust spirit said just now, his heart suddenly became ruthless

She has worked hard for 5,000 years, but these 5,000 years of expectation were trampled on by a few words from the dust spirit, which made her how she could face everything calmly, everything was easier said than done, it was the same truth

The words of the dust spirit were like a long sharp knife with barbs piercing into her body, for fear that the stab would not be hard enough and not accurate

The demon Zixun took a step forward, and the color of his pupils became deeper, and the demonic breath was full of heavy hatred

In the past, she always felt that the dust spirit died for her, and she owed him a debt, but now, for some reason, the hatred that suddenly surged in her heart overturned the earth, and suppressed the apology that had made her mind for five thousand years

The blood in the mouth of the dust spirit dripped down his chin one by one, and a few drops of it seeped into his snow-white collar on the soft couch under him, and a few drops seeped into his snow-white collar

The demon Zixun took his eyes off the few drops of blood on his chest and instead stared at the face of the dust spirit, and said in a deep voice, "If I want to bring you back to the demon realm now, would you like to?"

The dust spirit naturally shook his head, his voice was weak but very firm, "Demon Zixun, what I say now, you listen to me, the dust spirit does not want to have anything to do with you in this life, this life, eternal life, and eternity."

Not to mention that the demon world is not tolerated by decency, his feelings for the demon Zixin and Zijin have long been exhausted, and now the demon Zixin who remains in his heart is just the king of the demon world, and the name of the demon monarch is nothing more

In this life, in this life, in this life, there will be no more to do with eternity

Hearing these words, even though the demon Zixun's heart was like a knife, he didn't show it on his face, but the smile at the corner of his mouth became colder and colder

The dust spirit clutched his chest and coughed lightly twice, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the white fox fur velvet carpet on the soft couch under him, and the red and white contrast aroused the anger in the demon Zixun's heart

After these 5,000 years, he has not changed in the rest except for his appearance, and even his personality is still the same as before, no matter how she threatens him, he will never love her

The five white fingers in the blue sleeves of the demon Zixun were clenched tightly, and a little bit of nails that had just grown out were broken again, looking at the indifferent expression of the dust spirit, and the indifferent face, she couldn't help but rush forward and press the dust spirit under her

The expression of the demon spirit was surprised for a moment, he obviously did not expect that the demon Zixin would do this suddenly, his eyes tightened, and he was about to push her away, but the demon Zixin did not give him a chance, and pressed his hands on top of his head at once, her hands mixed with the demon power became extremely powerful, and the wrists of the dust spirit's hands immediately appeared a layer of bruises, and even the sound of bones rubbing could be heard when they were closer

Demon Zixun smiled, lowered his eyes, looked at the dust spirit under him, and said: "You don't want to love me, but I want to repay you all the pain and sadness you gave me now."

After that, the demon Zixin used his other hand to gently move on the face of the dust spirit, and finally slid down his neck, and his wrist swirled and probed into his shirt, "Do you regret it now, you didn't kill me at that time?"

The dust spirit was silent, and directly ignored the reckless demon Zixin on him, and his tone was so light that he could hardly hear any feelings, "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing, hehe......" Demon Zixun's hand had already drawn along the dust spirit's chest to his waist, and when she heard the dust spirit ask like this, she pinched it fiercely until the white clothes of the dust spirit were oozing blood stains, and then let go, "I want to take you back to the Demon King Palace to be my male pet"

The dust spirit's expression was still indifferent, but he didn't look at the demon Zixin anymore, his eyes looked through her, and he didn't know where to look, the body that was abused by the demon Zixun seemed to be not his at all, and he didn't care at all

Seeing that the dust spirit was silent, the demon Zixin still didn't give up, the hand crossed the dust spirit's waist like a snake, moved it back, and covered the dust spirit's ear, and deliberately took two deep breaths, spraying the warm breath on his face, and said like a landssay: "There are so many people in the Demon King Palace, you are also more lively together."

Demon Zixun is such a teaser, even if the dust spirit has nothing in his heart, but his body trembles fiercely, this time he is a little dazed, but his voice does not show half of his current mood, "Demon Monarch is self-respecting"

"Self-respect, self-respect, what" Demon Zixun stretched out her hand and ripped open the white placket of the dust spirit, revealing a beautiful and slender collarbone, she imprinted her lips on it, and said in a slurred voice: "If it weren't for you and me in the demon world, I'm afraid we would all have children and grandchildren, do you think you should pay me back a few children?"

"Demon Zixun" The dust spirit finally couldn't help it, his voice was heavy, and his eyes suddenly became red, glaring at the demon Zixun and roaring in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"