Birdseye

Feng Yuan raised his head and glanced at the western sky of Nine Serenity Realm, there were layers of clouds, reflecting the moonlight, like a layer of red veil, and some silvery white streamers poured down from the edge of the clouds, his brows slightly Frowning, it is reasonable to say that Si Quan has already dealt with the demon seal here, but at this moment he always has a strange feeling in his heart.

The demon master followed Feng Yuan's gaze and looked over, but after looking for a long time, he didn't see anything unusual. He touched Feng Yuan's arm and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

Feng Yuan withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and only said, "It's nothing."

The Demon Lord didn't believe his words, and stared at him for a long time, but Feng Yuan had no intention of confessing at all, he thought seriously, when he returned to the Demon Realm, he should let Liu Jia talk to the God, Since he is a member of the Demon Realm, he should have no reservations about him as the Demon Lord, so as to show his second or third sincerity in wanting to live in the Demon Realm.

While thinking about it, a bunch of candied dates suddenly appeared in front of the demon lord. He raised his head and found that Feng Yuan sent it to him, and he was still asking him: "Are you going back to the demon world now? Or do you want to go to other places to have a look? "

The devil shook his head with a candied date in his mouth, he didn't want to go to other places, the devil world is pretty good.

And he met the two gods, Fengyuan and Mengshu, and he thought that going to the heaven was not much better than the demon world, why the previous demon masters couldn't think of going to the heaven.

Feng Yuan put the snow crystal into a brocade bag, hung it on the Demon Lord's waist, and said to him: "Then let's go back."

After Feng Yuan said this, he realized that the Nine Nether Stele Spirit seemed to be much quieter than usual, so he couldn't help turning his head to take a look. The Stele Spirit was nestling obediently on the stele, his eyes were a little empty, it was hard to see Feeling sluggish, Feng Yuan vaguely felt that this matter had something to do with the devil, and turned around to ask him: "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know," the demon lord paused, and after serious thinking, he added, "Just now he asked me if there was anything I regretted in my life. I thought about the past carefully, and there was nothing good Regretted, and then I asked him if he had any regrets, and that's what he did."

After hearing this, Feng Yuan chuckled, "Then he may have thought of something unhappy, so he shut himself up."

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, dusk was heavy, and a strong wind swept in from outside Gengshi City. Falling flowers were like rain of blood, falling one after another around the Jiuyou Boundary Monument. Soon after, a thin layer was laid. The spirit of the stele sat on the stele, his eyes lost. Looking at the Nine Nether Realm behind him.

That majesty asked him if he had any regrets. He has lived for such a long time, how could he not have any regrets?It's just that at that time, she was gone before he gave birth to spiritual consciousness.

The scenery of the Demon Realm is still the same, dark clouds line up in the boundless sky like fish scales, covering almost all the sunlight on the other side, and only when night falls, the moonlight flows into the Demon Realm. The hot magma has long since cooled down into thick rocks, and some colorful fish swim through the small holes in the rocks.

The demons heard that the demon lord was not around these few days, so they rushed to the sunset forest to have a big fight one by one. They fought very happily, and they didn't stop until the sky darkened.

Liu Jia stood guard in front of the main entrance of the Demon Palace, seeing the Demon Lord and Feng Yuan Shangshen coming back together, and hurriedly went up to meet him.

It's just that when she saw Feng Yuan, Liu Jia's expression froze for a moment. Some things that happened before made her very strange. She thought that the God of Feng Yuan had left and left, but it didn't take long for their majesty to chase after her. Go, Liujia was so frightened that she almost pushed Suyin into the water and beat her up again.

After all, none of the previous demon lords went to the heavens and came back intact. For the past two days, Liu Jia was worried, always afraid that when he saw His Majesty again, His Majesty's hair would be bald.

She didn't know why she always had such worries.

Fortunately, seeing that the demon lord had no injuries, Liu Jia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Yuan and the Demon Lord entered the bedroom together, Liu Jia looked at the backs of the two, and squinted his eyes for a long time, this High God was too unwilling to treat himself as an outsider.

In the dormitory, Feng Yuan took the drawings drawn a few days ago in his hand, took out the top three and asked the devil: "Are you sure you want these three?"

In fact, the demon master had some ideas about the blueprints below, but no matter how many more the gods needed, he might not be able to create them, so he nodded and hummed lightly.

During this period of time, the sky and the earth are still at peace. Feng Yuan is taking care of the two grapes planted earlier, and at the same time helping the devil to forge magic weapons. Although he has snow crystals now, he wants to refine them into three It is not an easy task to create such a weapon, even though he has lived for so many years, this is the first time he has tried to make such a weapon.

He sat on a stone bench in the garden, lowered his head and carefully polished some rough rough stones in his hands, while the Demon Lord often squatted beside him, propped his chin, and occasionally asked Feng Yuan how to use this and that. , Do you want to help and so on.

Or sitting on the stone bench beside him, forging the unused rough stones into some small gadgets for him to play with.

The sky is high and the wind is clear, the flowers are blooming in clusters, and the branches and leaves are falling apart. It seems that at a certain moment, time has flowed back, so they have returned to the past.

At that time, he was dealing with official documents in the study, and Xingru had nothing to do, so he lay on the sidelines. Xingru had no patience, but after a while he had to ask himself when he could finish his work, and wanted him to play with him.

If it's really boring to stay by the side, Xingru will fly out of the East Palace in his original form, and when he finishes busying with the official documents in his hand, he will look up and see him come back with a flower in full bloom in his mouth.

He already had Xingru who treated him so well, but he failed to protect him and lost him, so now he shouldn't be greedy anymore.

It's just that sometimes, looking at him like this, I still want more.

The grapes climbed onto the set up trellises, and a bunch of small white flowers bloomed, and there was an empty light and shadow on the ground. After a few days, the grapes should be able to bear fruit. When the time comes, a few jars of wine will be brewed for him. Drink it from this year to next year, and then brew a few jars next year, so that you can live your life year after year.

The demon master was a little tired, so he leaned on the swing, closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while, the breeze carried wisps of demon energy around Fengyuan's body, sweet and fragrant.

Feng Yuan bowed his head and concentrated on polishing the sword body, and carefully embedded the bandit seal stone borrowed from Mengshu on the hilt of the sword, thinking that he would carve a flower here later, I don't know what kind of flower His Majesty likes now Son.

He was a little lost in thought, and His Majesty, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly let out a short scream.

Feng Yuan's subordinates were unstable, and a gash was cut at the tiger's mouth, he didn't care, he just got up quickly, walked to the demon lord, and asked him: "What's wrong?"

The Demon Lord opened his eyes and stared blankly at Feng Yuan in front of him. The water in his eyes gleamed, reflecting Feng Yuan's figure, as if his whole body was immersed in the water.

Feng Yuan couldn't help the heart palpitations, he knelt down, wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and asked him softly: "Did you have a nightmare?"

The Demon Lord didn't speak. He didn't remember what he saw in the dream at this time, but his chest was very uncomfortable, as if a huge rock was pressing on it, making him unable to breathe.

It took a while for this feeling to dissipate slowly, he lowered his head and looked at his feet, Feng Yuan didn't speak any more, just stayed with him like this.

The wind blows the grape leaves above the head and rattles, and the distant mountains are gradually hidden in the mist.

After a long time, the Demon Lord finally opened his mouth, and he asked Feng Yuan suspiciously: "Why doesn't this deity have the memory of the calamity before his birth?"

He never said these words to Liu Jia and the others, as if he said it, he was inexplicably shorter than the previous demon lords.

But Feng Yuan is a person from the heavens, so it shouldn't be a problem to talk to him.

After hearing this, Feng Yuan didn't know what to say to him.

It's because he's not good, because he always hurts him, so he doesn't want him, so he doesn't want that memory.

He thought for a while, then raised his head and said to the demon lord in front of him, "Perhaps your majesty is more powerful, so you don't need to go through calamities, and you will be the demon lord as soon as you are born."

The demon lord looked at Feng Yuan suspiciously, and asked him: "Is that so?"

Feng Yuan hummed, raised his hand and wanted to touch his head as before, but then remembered that he no longer had such qualifications.

The devil leaned back a little, looked at the gray sky above his head, hesitated for a moment, and asked Feng Yuan: "Do your immortals in the heaven also experience calamity?"

Feng Yuan said to him: "Yes."

The demon lord asked him enthusiastically: "Then you have also experienced calamity?"

Seeing Feng Yuan nodded, he said again: "Let's listen."

Since Xingru has chosen to forget, Feng Yuan doesn't want him to touch those things in the past.

He only said: "There is a thunder formation of forgetting dust in the first layer of heaven. After returning from the calamity, the immortal king will enter this formation, receive nine thunders of forgetting dust, and forget all his past."

Seeing that he couldn't hear the story, the demon lord let out an oh with little interest, lowered his eyes to look at Feng Yuan for a while, and suddenly raised his hand to touch Feng Yuan's eyes, but for some reason he stopped halfway, and he tilted his head and asked him : "You look a little sad."

Feng Yuan shook his head, moved away from the conversation, and asked the devil: "I want to carve a flower on the hilt of the sword, what kind of flower does Your Majesty want?"

The demon lord fell into a new entanglement in an instant, thought for a long time, and said to Feng Yuan: "Just look at it."

After he finished speaking, he got off the swing, stretched his waist, and walked towards the rockery. He didn't come back for most of the day.

Until dusk, Feng Yuan was still sitting on the stone bench carving flowers, casually asked Liu Jia who had just come for inspection: "Where is Your Majesty?"

This His Majesty the God spoke so smoothly, sometimes Liu Jia even felt that their Majesty had taken down the heaven and unified the heaven and the earth.

Hearing that this high god was refining a magic weapon for His Majesty, Liu Jia thought that the illegitimate child that Suyin said might be true. Since this high god might be the father of the devil lord, she hadn't been very familiar with the wind these few days. Yuan's attitude was also quite good, and at this moment he replied [-]: "Suyin has brought a few beauties here, let His Majesty see if there are any that suit His Majesty, and they can stay in the palace to serve His Majesty."

Feng Yuan: "..."

After a while, he laughed, then lowered his head and continued to carve the Udumbara flower on the hilt of the sword.

Liu Jia stood aside and looked at him, inexplicably feeling that this God was a little pitiful.

But what does God need for her to be pitiful?