By the time Dick returned to the Prince's Palace in the carriage, it was already getting dark. But there was still a light in the courtyard of the mansion.

In the vestibule courtyard of the Prince's Palace, there is a rockery fountain, a sculpture lawn, and a stone table and several stone piers, on which an oil lamp is placed. Dimihera sat leisurely on one of the stone piers, her right elbow propped up on the stone table, her slender hand resting on her pointed chin. The sparkle, ruby eyes were unfocused, and they didn't know what they were pondering.

The light reflected her beautiful face, her vertical black hair like a waterfall and a mirror, curved eyebrows like a distant mountain, bright and transparent red eyes, a slender jade small nose bridge, and a delicate red lip that was slightly upturned like a full peach.

She is dressed in black, tight and fitted, setting off her round and delicate shoulders, plump and attractive breasts, unbearable willow waist, and slender and tight legs.

The light of the oil lamp is swaying, and in a flash, she is as pure and beautiful as an angel, pure as a pool of autumn water, and when the light flashes again, she is as enchanting as a demon, and gorgeous as a lonely thorny rose.

Is she waiting for herself?

Dick's heart was warm, and at the same time pity rose in his heart. He crept through the door, and quietly turned around under the cover of the night, and like a nocturnal civet, he silently circled behind Dimihera, and he opened his arms and gently embraced her from behind.

Before Dick ......could say a complete sentence, Dick understood two things.

First, the person who sneaks up on the demon will definitely not end well. Second, the stone table in his courtyard is really not strong.

Dick's whole body was twisted by Dimihera's arm. Then he threw it in the air and slammed it on the stone table. With a loud bang, the stone table shattered. Rocks are splashed everywhere, and dust and mist are flying.

"Dimihera. Do you want to kill me?" Dick lay on the ground and rolled on the ground, groaning weakly, he really doubted that if he hadn't reached the Holy Realm of cultivation, he would not have broken his bones in this way.

Dimihera's face was wonderful, and she finally saw who the person who had been thrown to the ground by herself, and she hurriedly said, "Ah...... It's Dick...... True...... I'm so sorry......"

"I'm sorry, okay?" Dick rolled on the ground a few more times. Demihra hurriedly reached out her hand to pull him up, and Dick put his hand on her slippery, cold soft lid, and stood up with the strength of his strength.

But he still said with a blank look: "Pull me up, forget it?"

"Boy. You...... What else do you want?" said Dimichra, a pair of bright red eyes that did not flinch from her.

"Hehe, let me think about it......" Dick smiled as he looked at Dimihera's graceful figure. Suddenly he reached out and lifted her fair and silky chin and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"That's pretty much it. He smirked.

"Boy, you're really looking for a fight!" said two clusters of red rose from Dimichra's fair face, like two beautiful pomegranate flowers. It's extraordinarily tempting.

"Come on, just hit, hit and kiss. Dick laughed.

"Dick, you, leave you alone!" Dimihera turned away in a huff.

"Alright. I won't tease you, let's be serious. Dick stepped forward and hugged her gently from behind, he was so careful. As if he was afraid that if he used a little more force, he would crush her. Dimhera didn't resist either, she moved her head and snuggled up in the warm embrace behind her. At the same time she held out her hands. Gently grasped Dick's large hand around his waist.

The willow tops on the moon, under the moonlight. A man and a woman hugged each other.

Dick brought his mouth close to her ear, whispering softly and puffing in the heat, "Dimi." Do you know that Miro is finally going to Faun again, and this time, I'm bound to win!"

"Oh?" she replied softly.

Dick continued: "The new Emperor Mitte no longer trusts me, and I have no one to support in the whole court, what a sad thing, I was the one who put him on the throne of God in the first place, and now he is actually working with Lupsas and others to suppress me. But forget it, I don't care what the Prince Regent is, I'll just give it back to them. I came to Miro to fight just to get revenge. ”

Demichra whispered, "I will never betray you." ”

"I believe in you. He kissed the side of her cheek again.

Dick continued, his voice soft, but whispering in his ear, "You know what?

Dimhera suddenly said, "Then what are you going to do after you have your revenge?"

Dick was silent for a long time, his eyes reflected the moonlight, so transparent and bright, like a pair of glowing gems: "I don't know, maybe it's a piece of Zuihou who collects the immortal sword, maybe it's to find a place to live in seclusion, maybe it's to play the sword and travel all over the continent...... Who knows? I'm too lazy to stay in Miró's court anyway. The days of intrigue are really tiring, and you can't imagine what it's like if you haven't experienced it. ”

Demichra spoke: "When you are done with your revenge, let's go to hell." ”

"What do you mean to go to hell?" said Dick, confused, confused.

Dimhera turned around in his arms and pointed her finger at the tip of his nose: "You, how rare and strange. Forget it, I'll explain it to you. ”

Dimihera pulled a few strands of hair scattered on her forehead with her hand, and her voice sounded low and slightly hoarse, with a different kind of magnetism: "At the beginning of time, shijie is a void, and consciousness is born in nothingness, that is God, it is the shijie who created our lives.

After shijie was created, there was still a steady stream of consciousness born out of thin air, and the consciousness of shijie born in our lives is different from the gods born out of nothingness, because of the comfortable living conditions, they are far more fragile than the gods. They are ordinary creatures, humans, beasts, undead, krakens, demons, and so on.

But ordinary beings can also obtain the same liliang as gods through cultivation, and they can also become holy gods through accumulation of liliang, because all beings are equal. ”

"Wait," Dick interrupted her, "you mean to say that the gods created the world, but life was not created by them, and the gods can create shijie, but they can't create life!"

Dimihra glared at him and said, "Isn't that strange? Life is in a sense more complex than the whole Shijie. ”

She continued: "The gods created the world, and the shijie created by each god is a plane that constitutes the entire space, and the plane where the Kari Modan continent we are in does not know which god created it.

There are also strong and weak gods, and correspondingly, the planes created by the gods are also different. The Lord of Light is the first god born out of nothingness, and the most powerful of the gods. He created the Heavenly Plane. The Lord of Darkness is the second god born out of nothingness, and his Liliang is second only to the Lord of Light, who created the plane of hell.

Therefore, the hell I am talking about is not the netherworld shijie in religious legends, but the hell plane created by the Lord of Darkness. ”

"I see, I see. Dick nodded, and said suddenly.

"Thousands of years ago, I fell with 'him', and the Lord of Light was furious about this, he could let thousands of demons live in the world, but he could not accept betrayal, and he could not accept the existence of fallen angels, which is why Grecia Weishenme captured me, if I were to be burned at the stake, the Lord of Light would be very happy."

In short, we are not safe in any plane, except the hellish plane of the Lord of Darkness. It's the only place we can hide from the Lord of Light. ”

Dimihra asked softly, "Will you go to hell with me?"

Dick said softly, "I have said a long time ago, I am willing to accompany you to the end of hell!" and he kissed Dimhera deeply in his arms.

Yiren laughed, it was difficult to buy a good night. (To be continued......)