When I came to the edge of the world, he had been waiting there for a long time.

I walked over and he slowly turned around.

It's ridiculous to think about it, the holy light that has always been pure and unstained above heaven is now standing at the junction between chaos and light, and the black air around him lingers, like a mortal contaminated with dust.

- It is probably only at this time that the Holy Light will approach mortals.

I walked up to him, and the handsome face of the man was the most proud handicraft of God.

No, he is God himself.

I handed him the medicine, and he took it, looking at the star-like dots of light in the transparent vial, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Priestess, every time you give me a medicine, the effect is very strange."

I narrowed my eyes: "The effect of the new drug is unstable, you better ......"

"Okay, I got it."

Before I could finish speaking, the Holy Light interrupted me and drank the medicine from the bottle.

I couldn't help but frown.

If it weren't for his request for him, for his disrespect for the medicine, I would never have given him the potion a second time.

After he had drunk the medicine, I asked, "Do you feel it?" ”

The Holy Light pondered for a moment, his blue eyes clear: "No." ”

Well, failed again.

He's searching for his memories.

On that occasion, he suddenly came to my residence and told me that he was missing a piece of memory.

As for the method of retrieving his memory, only the ancient books of the demon clan have recorded it, so he found me.

I've always been incomprehensible that, as a Sage of Light, he should deal with a demon like me in search of a missing memory.

In his words - the Light is a perfect being, so I don't allow me to have a memory deficit.

Although I didn't understand his thoughts, I did not need a group of angels to test the medicine, so I agreed to his request, and would meet here every once in a while to give him a new prescription for the experiment.

It's just that it seems that this time it failed again.

I'm used to it, and this kind of prescription for finding memories is not so easy to develop.

The Holy Light only frowned and said nothing.

I suddenly became a little curious: "It's just a memory, forget it if you can't get it back." ”

In short, since it can be forgotten, it shouldn't be something worth remembering, right?

I thought he was going to come up with that rhetoric again, but this time, he looked at me fixedly, his eyes cold.

- It's like power.

"I just forgot."

He said, I just forgot.

It's not that I don't like it, it's not that I don't care.

He said, I just forgot, he can't remember anything about the people or things in that memory.

But it's not that I don't like it.

If it wasn't such a painful memory, why would he forget it?

I don't know.

It's just that his eyes are too much like a person in my memory, and I just stared at those eyes without words for a long time.

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Quan Yan rarely walked out of the Demon Palace.

But for all the things in the Demon Realm, what he wanted to know was just a matter of raising his hand.

The predecessor of the power resentment was indeed an angel.

However, with the age of the demons and angels approaching at that time, fewer and fewer people knew about it.

Therefore, now everyone in the demon clan, except for me, thinks that the right is a demon.

- After all, he still has a magic horn on his head.

The outside world said that it was the place where all the king's power gathered, so he regarded his horn as very important.

I remember one time at a party, there was a demon who got drunk, and then tried to touch the rumored horn, but before his hand could touch the horn, his whole body was already crumbled into meat sauce.

Blood fell on his face, fell in his eyes, more like a demon than a demon.

It seems that I am the only one in the entire demon world who knows that horn has no magic at all.

In other words, the magic contained in that horn is indeed very powerful, but that magic is only hidden in that form in the horn, and it cannot go anywhere.

Not to mention the source of all the magic power.

Angels are different from demons, and the magic of angels comes from the body, and there is no need for horns to hide them.

It's just such a thing, and it's impossible for Quan Yan to tell others.

Quan did regard the horn as very important, and although I don't know the origin of the horn, I can probably imagine the place of the horn in his mind.

Oh, it's ridiculous that no one even has a demon concubine, and she actually regards a horn as so important.

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Well, there is no demon concubine in Quan's anger.

In other words, for thousands of years, Quan was not old or dead, but he sat alone in a high position, but he did not marry a wife and have children.

Hell has been going on for too long.

In an eternal world, time seems to be frozen.

It's too long.

The demons are probably unwilling to be lonely in their bones.

Therefore, many demons will marry wives and have children, and the time between two people is probably better than that of one person.

But Kwon never had a wife.

The age of the demon king is different from that of ordinary demons.

A near-eternal lifespan, a year harder than that of other demons.

In such a time, Quan Yan lived for nearly 10,000 years.

It's not that there are no nobles of the minister's family or other beautiful women, but in the end they were all rejected by him.

He said that the woman was too troublesome, and he still liked a person.

Alone?

If I hadn't seen him come to the bottom of the tower in the middle of the night, looking at the top of the tallest tower, his eyes were cold.

If it weren't for the fact that I saw him seal off a nondescript bedroom and not allow anyone to enter.

If it weren't for the fact that he had muttered "I shouldn't have let you go" after getting drunk.

……

I'd probably believe it too.

It's just—

I've seen Kwon like it, so when he says he likes someone, I won't believe it.

There are people who like it.

Although I don't know who.

But Kwon never mentioned it.

I sometimes wonder if I know anyone I know except for those in heaven, but I never know who he likes.

So, I guess the person he likes is probably in heaven.

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I developed a medicine called "Prison Heart".

It's just that no one has ever tried it, so I don't know the effect.

When Kwon learned about it, he smiled and said, "You can try it on you." ”

But I don't have anyone I like, and it won't work if I try it.

I told Kwon about the reason, but Kwon laughed coldly: "Lord Priest, your medicine has succeeded. ”

Inexplicable words, I didn't understand.

I never knew how Kwon was going to spend so many years.

But Kwon said that it didn't matter anymore.

I asked him why he had fallen from an angel to a demon that everyone spurned.

He said something.

"Angels give love to the world, and I am no longer an angel from the time I wanted to give her a different, unique love."

At this point, he smiled at me again.

"Behold, the light of Heaven no longer shines."