Sang was noncommittal, and then made an appointment with Silent Cloud to ask him to simply wait for her in this Stygian Sea, anyway, it would only be more than a month. After explaining, she set off to rush back to the demon world with Zimo and Wuxi.

Her current habit of not investigating the root is really good, so that she can not be too limited to dwelling on who is right and wrong, cause and effect, and she can also let herself and others maintain the surface that both parties are happy to maintain.

Many people once said that she called hypocrisy.

But if it wasn't for others who were the first to treat her hypocritically, how could she be polite?

So she didn't ask what was going on in the Desireless Frost Punishment that smiled gently, and she didn't want to think about the truth or falsehood of the man in the Quiet Land who said that her eyes were her weapons.

True or false, it is only for those who are willing to believe in you. The rest, too, will be done.

......

Back in the Futu Palace, it was the familiar dark night again, and there was only a cold moonlight emitted by a cold moon. It's just that the Futu Palace is very deserted at this time, and those people should go to the black market in the Demon Realm Elysium City to join in the fun or smash the field.

The Futu Palace is the main city of the Demon Realm, a place for important people such as the Demon Venerable and the Seven Brakes to live or deal with business, and the Demon Venerable is nowhere to be found, and now all matters in the Futu Palace are in charge of Chi Shu. But the Demon Realm is not only a city of Futu Palace, just like a country does not only have rulers. The Elysium City of the Demon Realm belongs to the ruled class, and there are people from the Demon Realm who are willing to fall into the Demon Realm from all walks of life, which is also the people of the Demon Realm, and all the daily life matters in the Futu Palace will pass through the hands of the Elysium City, so for the Demon Realm, it is a seemingly inconsequential but extremely important existence.

And the things sold on the black market in Elysium are all strange and rare but very valuable. The black market lives up to its name, as long as you have enough capital, you are not afraid that you will not be able to exchange what you want. Therefore, before the 800-year-old god battle is about to take place, Elysium will usher in an unprecedented bustle, and people from all walks of life will be non-stop, just to find something satisfactory in the black market.

And the reason why Sang Wushi and Wuxian returned to Futu Palace first instead of going to Elysium City was because Wuwu said that he had left something behind to come back to get it, so she had to give up.

And Sang Wushi was the first time to walk openly and honestly with Zi Mo in this dark Futu Palace, and when the demon slaves who were walking in a hurry bowed away one by one, their eyes couldn't help but glance at the little ghost with an indifferent and calm face, and seemed to be a little curious about this special visitor. And Desireless naturally noticed this, and when Zimo suddenly looked at the Futu Palace with some curiosity, he walked up to her and whispered, "Why did you go to Qianshan and bring a child back?"

Sang Wushi helplessly spread his hands, suddenly his golden eyes turned, and he smiled: "Why don't you suspect that this is my son?"

No Desire: ...... looked at her with a very strange expression, a little angry: "You better stop these nonsense, let him go quickly, you forgot that there is another person in the palace......"

Sang Wushi smiled and frowned slightly, yes, there is also a master in this Futu Palace who has been in retreat for a hundred years, and her ability is not small, and she will go out of the customs before and after every time the ancient gods fight, "You have never seen no hatred?"

He shook his head, looking a little helpless.

Thinking backwards, Sang Wushi still let Zimo go back to his enchantment. He has no hatred for this person, and his mind is extremely heavy, but he often retreats on weekdays, and generally speaking, he may not be able to see him a few times in a few hundred years. But no hatred and no bad have always been good friends, and they have always looked at each other unpleasantly, if you let that perverted woman know the existence of a young man like Zimo, it will be a bit troublesome.

Inside the Sound Pavilion.

Sang Wuwu was bored lying on the desireless tea table, holding his cheek with one hand, looking at the desireless person who was seriously rummaging through things on the table in the room, a little speechless, "What are you looking for?"

The movements in his hands did not stop, and his side face was as warm as jade in the dim light, extremely elegant, and his voice sounded, but with a little embarrassment, "Strings...... The string that had been broken was repaired a few days ago, but I forgot where I put it. ”

Hearing this, Sang Wushi's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, but it returned to normal after a moment, and said casually: "Your piano seems to be really powerful......" As she spoke, she suddenly raised her eyebrows and eyes, and said with some curiosity: "Can you lend me a look?"

As soon as she said this, she quickly and silently withdrew the Soul Breaker on the table from the enchantment, and her voice suddenly became a little low, "...... What's so nice about a piano. ”

"If I don't look at the piano, can I keep looking at you? Then you don't know how to come and let me see. She laughed.

He pursed his thin lips without desire, but did not speak. was silent for a while, looking at the man inside through the white and flexible curtain, Sang Wushi couldn't take his eyes off it, and saw that he was a little angry and speechless.

"Poof", she couldn't hold back her laughter, "I just want to see your piano, why are you so nervous?" Her tone was full of playfulness, she thought that Wuxian would refuse uncomfortably in the end, but his face suddenly darkened, and his eyes looked at her a little inexplicably through the curling white veil, but with a little seriousness and gloom, "This piano is not good...... The resentment is too heavy, and many people who know the piano will judge a person because of it, so I don't want you to see it. ”

Gently put down the tea cup, Sang Wushi's cool and intoxicating eyes seemed to be a little warm by the tea smoke, and a faint color appeared, the corners of his lips were unconsciously hooked, and his eyes looked at him with an inexplicable meaning, "You are not a good person, why should I look at you with great kindness." But isn't it a contradiction that you used to say that you liked this piano very much, but now you can't say it?"

He sat down slowly on the chair in front of the table and said softly, "Although the piano is not good, it is the only thing I have, so why not like it?"

The slender fingers tapped lightly on the tea case, Sang Wushi held his cheek with one hand, and suddenly smiled: "Even if it is made of strings made by the people of the Thousand Mountains Snow Fox that you hate the most, do you like it?" She said very casually, as if she asked casually, but she clearly saw that the man who was as light as water suddenly turned white, and he was silent for a long, long time before he said: "Maybe only in this way can I always remind me that I am also a person who has a past, and I will not be in such a numb and heartless state as I am now." ”

To his answer, Sang Wushi didn't explore too much, only smiled lightly, she didn't know that the piano was actually made of the spirit yuan of the people of the Snow Fox Clan, maybe she went to a thousand mountains and came into contact with people of that race, and now she will feel that the breath on the piano is so similar, Sang Wushi thought. "Do you have a favorite piano?" she asked.

The indigo figure moved, walked up to her and poured her a cup of tea, "Yes." But it was a very ordinary instrument, but it could only be played by people...... But I love it. ”