"Zhuo'er, it's not that I miss you in the slightest, but this woman is too much like you, her appearance, figure, and even the resoluteness in her eyes are very similar to you.

Do you know that the Demon Domain has been too desolate and bleak these days, and it has been provoked by all the red-based backgrounds to make people extremely hot and anxious, and I am afraid that sooner or later, I will be swallowed up by this boundless emptiness. I'm even more afraid that one day you will completely turn into a hard and cold rock mountain, and then your soul will cease to exist. If there is such a time, where should my heart be placed, and to whom should I confide my love?

Forgive me for treating her as you, fulfilling my life's desire. I let your blood flow through her, and she will have your temperature. It's time for this thousand years of loneliness to come to an end......"

Time is like the spring flowing down the Holy Spirit Mountain, somehow, there is no source, there is no destination, only in one of the depressions to form a pool, clear to the bottom, but reflecting a faint red. In such a world, there is only one color—mountains, rocks, flowers, flowing water, and even the sky and earth—all of which are deep shades of red.

Every day, looking through a grotto, looking at everything outside, I don't know what it's like. In the end, there is no concept of time. No matter how deliberately carved, it is always the appearance that the mountain is not like a mountain and the stone is not like a stone. The cluster of broken flowers squeezed out of the cracks can't bring a little life, how can lifeless flowers really bloom with brilliance? The cloister is also made of crimson stone, and the plain white dye still can't completely hide the blood-like color.

Imprisoned, bound, but some people regard this captivity and bondage as pampering and redemption.

"Miss, it's time for you to go to the Holy Spirit Spring. ”

I was awakened from my dream, and the voice became distant, strange and familiar. I smiled silently, but I didn't want to move.

"Miss, the master is waiting outside the door, slave ......."

"You are an immortal, why do you always put these two words on your lips!"

"Got it, Miss......"

The woman who grovels in front of me in the form of a girl is called Shiba, a descendant of the flower fairy. The fall of the Immortal Clan made her a servant of the gods, and now she succumbed to this demon realm that had not completely escaped from chaos. Her stamens also seem to have gradually turned red and lost their original luster. I stared intently at the sorrow and grievance in the depths of her eyes, and I couldn't imagine her mood at the moment: a flower fairy who should have exuded spiritual brilliance in every inch of her skin, but was so humble as to call a demon "Miss".

"Let's go. ”

I can empathize with her helplessness, but the nature is different.

When I walked out of the cave, my eyes were dark red. This is the twilight of the Demon Domain, the dusk is not yellow, only dusk. The red mist makes people feel a little hot in their hearts, but they can only feel the cold air in their bodies.

He was standing across from me, with his back to me. Perhaps hearing my footsteps, he turned, a cold face.

"Zhifen, why didn't you put on a fox fur for Miss? The Demon Domain is not as good as the mortal world, and Miss can't stand the cold!" was a tone full of reproach.

"I'm sorry master, slave maid......" Zhi Fan looked at me timidly, "I, I'll go and get it for Miss." After saying that, he hurried into the grotto.

"Yinluo, is it cold? Come to me. ”

Every time I heard him call out my name, I felt an indescribable sense of relief.

I shook my head and said with a wry smile: "How can a demon with no blood flowing feel cold?"

I walked to the side, ignoring his open embrace to me, but he walked up behind me and grabbed me tightly. I didn't try to break free, because it didn't help at all, in front of a powerful demon, I was just a demon with sealed spiritual power, what could I do?

"Why don't you accept me after all this time? just because I hurt you?"

I turned to stare at him, looking at him, and suddenly I realized that I couldn't vent any resentment or anger at all.

"Forget it, let's go to the Fountain of the Holy Spirit. ”

It was the crimson spring, so clear that through the white-dyed cloister and around a stone hill, you could see that it was covered by an endless mountain, and only the sound of gurgling water could be heard. There was not a trace of life on the mountain, and the rocks on the mountain were all red, but I always felt that there was a weak blue aura shrouding me, and when I looked closely, there was nothing. No demon dared to come near here, except for this one, of course.

This is the Holy Spirit Mountain, the Holy Mountain of the Demon Domain.

I put on the fox fur that the sesame powder had brought me, and silently thought about the spring. According to him, in addition to the demons, for other living beings, that spring is healing holy water, and not only that, but it can also double the spiritual power. Because I was so badly wounded, he came up with a way to exchange blood for the original blood in my body with the Holy Spirit Spring. But if I changed it once, I couldn't withstand the powerful aura of the Holy Spirit Spring, so he simply drained my blood, used his magic power to keep me alive, and then took me to the Holy Spirit Spring to soak for two hours every day. It's strange to say, he hurt me in the first place, but now he uses his magic power to save me, just to possess me? Or do you want to dissolve the hatred in my heart through this hypocritical redemption? But I seem to have forgotten that he is a demon, and the demons themselves have no equality, only killing, the weak eat the strong.

In the Demon Domain, those demons with low magic power can only be reduced to food for other demons in the end, and become a tool to increase their magic power, so why should he bother to dissolve my hatred? No demon does not want to get the supreme status, desire, killing, and blood, is the whole meaning of demon existence, he is the second most powerful demon in the Demon Domain, how can he not understand that he will waste his own capital to obtain the king, that is, the powerful magic power, on a demon class, or a demon who hates the demon race incomparably.

Passing through a canyon in the middle of the Holy Spirit Mountain, it is a depression surrounded by mountains on three sides with only one exit, and in the center is the Pond, where the water of the Holy Spirit Spring gathers. He would stop at the entrance for a moment before he entered here, and at first I didn't notice it, but then I realized that every time he stopped, his eyes would be drenched in a reddish liquid, or maybe it was because of the liquid that he stopped. Could it be that these are the tears of the demons? A demon who only admires desire and power is actually shedding tears? He never mentioned it, and I never asked.

But today, he did not stop, and did not leach out of that reddish liquid in his eyes, but walked forward eagerly, even looking impatient. Ahead of me was the end of the canyon, and I could already faintly see the glimmer of the Holy Spirit Spring in the pool, and as I approached step by step, there was a sense of uneasiness or anticipation in my heart as he walked. When my field of vision was completely expanded to the point where I could see the whole pond, I was indeed stunned. What appeared in my eyes was a field of green trees, birds singing and flowers, tender yellow petals, falling in the pool, affected by the aura, emitting a faint light, just like the beauty blooming in a pool of blood, the darker the sky, the more beautiful it is, indescribable. Indeed, for too long, there was only a patch of red in my eyes, and nothing else. Suddenly, it was as if I had returned to the original world, returned to the lush forest, and thought of Xiaolu, the dancer who was leisurely beside me, so agile, and so happy and quiet in my heart.

Even Zhi Fan was stunned, she couldn't control her feet, and walked to the middle of this colorful area before me, raised her hands, and took the falling petals in her palms, and her master did not stop her, letting her be rare and presumptuous.

The corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise, calculating, decades of time, finally at this moment let me experience a little vitality from the numbness, but then, a wave of loss came to me more solemnly than pleasure.

"Do you like it?" he looked at me, smiling. He was actually laughing.

"Miss! Miss! This petal is the same color as mine! It's so beautiful! Look at it!" the sesame powder danced in the rain of flowers, her fairy aura turned into a pale yellow halo, and the pollen spread out all over the sky. But at this moment, my thoughts were eroded by the deeply buried memories, and all the things I had deliberately forgotten came back.

Maybe all this beauty no longer belongs to me, and since I have lost everything, why should I covet this ephemeral and false beauty?

I didn't say anything, but forced the memories that were surging in my mind, and walked to the fountain of the Holy Spirit, and finally, a tear fell into the pool, rippling a few waves.

"Zhifen, help me loosen your clothes. ”

Zhifen seemed to wake up from a dream and returned to reality, a little surprised, and the joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end, but she could only reluctantly respond to me.

"Yes, miss. ”

I didn't look at his expression, it didn't matter if it was helpless, lost, or somewhat angry. The powder faded from every garment of mine until the last layer of snuggling tulle was removed, and she turned to look at her master.

"Alright, you go farther. ”

You don't have to turn your head to know that he is looking at the back of my ** and slowly walks towards me. I turned my back to him, and when he approached, I instinctively handed him my hand, but he uncharacteristically grabbed my hand and forced my body to turn around, so that the skin on my chest was only against his brocade robe, and I could feel a trace of warmth, but I couldn't tell whether it was warm or cold.

He sighed softly, as if to say something, but finally turned into a sigh and just hugged me so tightly that I was a little suffocated. I have always thought of myself as an object, he just wants to possess, not cherish, but if it is not cherished, how can there always be a trace of warmth in his arms at this moment?

"That's it. ”

He let go of me, and in an instant, everything that was still colorful and bright began to wither, gradually turning into ashes and dissolving into Yin Hong's background. He took my hand, and with a slight stroke of his fingers, a drop of sparkling reddish liquid dripped into the pool, which was almost identical to the water of the Holy Spirit Spring in the pool.

"For the last time, your injuries will be healed. The wedding date is just in time. ”

My heart perked.

"What marriage?"

"Our wedding date. He said lightly, and I was at a loss.

"This is going to be the biggest ceremony in the Demon Domain, right? there's never been a wedding ever held by the Devil!" "Zhifan looked happier than me.

What kind of "ritual" is this? A demon wants to possess a demon? Can the demon realm really do as he pleases? My heart, which has been calm for decades, is boiling at this moment, not because of happiness, but because of anger.

However, he didn't give me a chance to explode, but carried me into the pool, the silver light flickered, and I only felt the boiling liquid in my body flowing faster and faster, burning, and unforgettable pain. Was it because of my excitement? I didn't feel like this before, my body felt like it was going to explode, my internal organs were torn apart, and it seemed as if something was forcibly poured into my body, even my thoughts. It's been a long time since I've had such a strong feeling, and after a long period of numbness, it's such a sharp pain that awakens all my senses, and I try my best to endure it to keep myself from screaming, but gradually I find that the pain in my heart has almost made me unable to react. A faint voice came from his ears:

"It's going to be successful, hold on to ......"

It was his voice, which seemed to be a little tired, however, soon, I could not hear it, and there was darkness, only darkness in front of me......