There is no greater spectacle of sin in hell than the Manju Sahua in full bloom, with a dream that will never fade away in this illusion, clinging to the ancient trees, and those past events and rules are slowly taking root in the dust. No one remembers the moonlight at night, jumping through the corridor and jumping one by one on the point of time.

Those souls, like some devout believers, sought a secluded place and wandered into the drifting place, fearing that they would disturb the fairyland, but quietly felt the fragrant fragrance that invaded their hearts and the beauty that could only be understood.

The story of Manju Sawa, the message that the flowers and leaves will never see each other, drifted away in this November, and became a wish that had nowhere to hide, revealing itself to the world. Standing beside the ancient tree is a beautiful woman, slim and elegant, with limbs like dynamic language in front of this quiet castle, indifferently showing a charm. This is what Xue Linghu wants to say, even if it is like this, he is not willing to reveal his true identity.

Time paused for a while, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore.

"You people are still in hell, and there are such interesting souls in this quiet forest. It seems that the Black Realm is not inactive, and knows far more about our Hell than we locals. ”

Xue Linghu picked up a fragment of a flower leaf in the air, and his face changed in an instant, as if he had guessed the most elusive thought in the world from an instant. The courtiers who were prostrate on the ground did not dare to raise their heads, as if a force was pressing on their shoulders, and they only felt that the burden on their bodies was very heavy and heavy.

After a long time, the messenger of hell raised his head slightly, looked at the beautiful woman, and said indifferently: "Honorable lord, who in this hell dares to disobey your will? Besides, we have existed here for hundreds of years, and many rules and things are already well understood, and it is difficult to communicate and coexist with those who fall into the cliché in the world. No matter how neglectful you are, you will never forget your duty. ”

His voice grew softer and softer in the wind, gradually turning into a line, broken and gone.

The Hellbringer is not able to look directly into the eyes of the Lord, but at a certain moment, he wants to escape these punishments by crossing the timeline and the suppression of power. At least it can save this little life.

"The Lord doesn't know about your little tricks, and wants to use this way to drive me out of this hell so that your plot can succeed! But don't forget that in this hell, there is also a curse that is bound in blood and bones, penetrating deep into the center of the soul, and only when the next lord is born, can he completely break free from the bondage. ”

Xue Linghu didn't have any smile on her face, her face was as clear and lovely as the moonlight, her hands rubbed back and forth on these ancient tree trunks, and her voice was like a psychedelic butterfly lonely across the north and south of the river, looking for the only scenery in the fantasy world. Those pictures that once appeared in my memory are beautiful and strange, huge and confused.

The fingertips suddenly stopped on the body of a little girl, and the corners of her lips hooked a curvature, the feeling was indescribable, and even she couldn't be sure.

"The loneliness and boredom in hell are something you two little ones can't feel. So let's go back. ”