The sky was a gloomy hue, like the eyes of a sword-wielder.

The boy lay in a pool of blood, blood rushing out of the wound and smearing with the rain.

Lucifer held the hilt of his sword and stood under the eaves, his face expressionless.

Until countless drops of rain dripped down his face from the eaves, he suddenly woke up and looked down.

The boy stared at him with his empty eyes open.

When.

The sword fell to the ground and turned into divine power.

- He killed someone.

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For the first time in countless years, the Vice-Monarch of the Kingdom of Heaven, who conquered the nations and shined in the morning light, took the initiative to throw down his sword, and for the first time in his heart, he was born with never-ending negative emotions, drowning him from beginning to end like a tidal wave.

Misanthropy, self-loathing, and self-struggling.

It was as if he had been split into two individuals in an instant, and he was resisting the other self.

…… No, it's not him.

Lucifer suddenly tore the clothes from his shoulders, and found that the rich black had soaked through the skin, extending into threads that snaked across his arms and staining his fingertips, and a demon shouted viciously in his body: "You have killed someone! ”

"It's you."

Lucifer frowned, finally remembering when he had been taken advantage of by the demonic energy, and the negative emotions that had often risen in his heart recently came from here.

The demon was extremely arrogant in his body, "Don't put any pot on me, it's obvious that you are proud and complacent, delusional, and even dreaming at night is ......"

The demon's voice stopped abruptly.

Because a hand ruthlessly pierced his shoulder, the young man calmly withdrew his palm, and golden blood dripped down his fingertips to the ground, "Shut up." ”

The devil is silent.

The silver-haired young man lowered his eyes and looked at the dead boy at his feet.

The sound of rain droplets falling on the ground reached his ears from all directions, the sound of teenagers slapping the rain on their bodies when they came home, and the parents of the teenagers at their feet were waiting for the teenagers to come home. And the god wearing his rib necklace was sitting at the door of the house.

He thought, he couldn't let her discover himself like this.

So Lucifer squatted down with a shoulder of blood, the god's ability is to create and regenerate, and his ability is second only to the god, and it is more than enough to save a human being.

He smoothed the wound on the boy's neck, erased his memory, and when the other party was about to wake up, he turned and walked into the rain.

After a while, the dark-skinned boy stood up from the ground and unconsciously touched his neck.

I always feel that it hurts here.

……

Xian Xian saw Lucifer walk in from outside against the rain.

The rain drenched his long hair, and the vines that bound him didn't know where to go, and he wore his long silver hair like an abandoned little animal.

Before he returned, he had already healed his wounds, but he was very clear about the fact that the demonic energy was still in his body, like a stubborn epidemic that had to be resolved as soon as possible.

"There seems to be a demonic aura in the town just now." Xian Xian said thoughtfully, "But it's only for a moment. ”

Lucifer lowered his eyelashes: "It should be the remaining demonic qi from before." ”

After a pause, he continued, "God, the nearby town has been cleared, and it's time for us to go back to Heaven. ”

Xian Xian glanced at him, knowing in her heart that something was wrong with the other party, but she didn't speak in the end.

A few days later, they said goodbye to the townspeople and returned to Heaven.

On the way, the aura of the entrance to hell reappeared, and Lucifer left the immortal under the pretext of sealing hell.

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