Birdseye

In the main hall of the Demon Palace, the Demon Lord was bored looking at the beauties that Suyin had brought back. He had no plans to find a Demon Queen for himself, nor did he want to find someone to serve him. He was just listening to Suyin boasting about these beauties. When I was in a state of hype, I became a little bit interested.

Moreover, as he kept looking at Feng Yuan in the garden, a strange feeling gradually arose in his heart. He still couldn't tell whether this feeling was good or bad, so he wanted to change to a place far away from him and think about it. one thing.

The beauties brought by Suyin are indeed beautiful, but in the eyes of the devil, they are the same as those beauties he saw before, and there is nothing special about them.

It's just that the woman in purple standing on the far right is somewhat familiar.

Inexplicably, the appearance of Feng Yuan he saw outside Jiuyou that day flashed through his mind.

Suyin noticed that the demon lord's eyes lingered on the purple-clothed woman for a while, and asked him cautiously excitedly: "Your Majesty likes this one?"

The woman in purple felt a little bit, and lowered her head shyly, which was very different from the bold and unrestrained demon woman.

The demon lord tilted his head and looked at her for a while, she did resemble him a bit, but he knew clearly in his heart that it was not him.

So at this time, with her other face similar to Feng Yuan's, and doing such movements, the demon lord felt a little annoying instead.

The demon master waved his hand, signaling Suyin to quickly take these beauties down, he looked at himself again, and couldn't help but beat them up.

Suyin replied in disappointment, and took all these women down. When he reached the entrance of the hall, he turned his head and glanced at the Demon Lord sitting on the throne. With rare melancholy, a thought flashed through Suyin's mind, and then he took a deep breath, could it be that His Majesty really can't do it?

If the demon lord could hear his inner voice at this time, he might let Suyin try the bad taste.

It's just that he doesn't have that kind of thought at the moment, he looks at the entrance of the palace, watching the two palace doors being slowly closed, the silvery white moonlight is separated from the outside of the palace like this, the place is illuminated brightly by the snow-white glazed lotus lamp, The dark murals on the dome were decorated with a lot of gold powder, reflecting the light, it seemed that there were many stars shining. When the devil waved his hand, all the lamps were extinguished, and the palace was plunged into darkness.

He supported his head, not knowing where to look.

That God of Fengyuan is not a fool, but neither is he himself.

So, why did he treat himself so well?

What step can he do for himself?

Feng Yuan Shangshen said before that he may not have experienced calamity, but he became a devil lord when he was born, but now that he thinks about it, the devil lord doesn't believe it.

He sighed, and the snow-white robe swished across the throne, and when the lotus lamp was lit up again, there was no sign of the demon lord in the palace.

It was already dark outside, Feng Yuan was still sitting on the stone bench in the garden, the cool wind brushed his long hair at the temples, he lowered his head and carefully sculpted the long sword in his hand, tempered it several times with divine fire, Feng Yuan took the handkerchief The son wiped the blade clean, and the long sword glowed as cold as ice and snow under the moonlight.

If there are still longbows and spears left, after forging them, melt the three together with snow crystal.

There was a cloud of divine light hanging above his head, and the surroundings of Feng Yuan were as bright as day. He put the long sword aside, took another rough stone, and was about to polish it, when he heard footsteps gradually approaching, Feng Yuan raised his head and found that it was The devil is back.

He looked behind him, only a shadow was stretched thin and long by the divine light above his head, Feng Yuan asked the devil: "Why did you come here alone?"

What he said was inexplicable, the demon lord glanced at Feng Yuan, and asked him: "Should I bring someone here?"

Feng Yuan's subordinates didn't stop moving, his rustling voice was faint in the wind, he only said: "I heard from Liu Jia that Su Yin brought some beauties here, did you like any of them?"

The demon master hummed, walked over and sat down lazily on the swing, with one leg resting on the rope on the other side of the swing, with a little force, the swing began to shake, and there was a jar in his arms at some point After taking a sip of the wine, he said slowly, "I don't like them."

Feng Yuan didn't ask any more questions.

He didn't hear Feng Yuan's questioning, but the Demon Lord was a little strange. He lifted his legs off the swing, changed his posture, looked at Feng Yuan for a long time, and couldn't help asking him: "Do you want me to bring a beauty back?" ?”

Feng Yuan finally stopped what he was doing, he raised his head, looked at the Demon Lord, and said to him: "I hope you are happy."

Under the divine light, the eyes of this high god seemed to be filled with two bays of deep pools of water. His eyes were gentle, as if the gentle evening wind was blowing across all living things, and the world was full of joy.

The demon lord was inexplicably uncomfortable being looked at by him. He turned his head and looked away, took another sip of wine, raised his right hand slightly, and the long sword that had been forged fell into his hand. The Udumbara flower on the hilt The frivolous branches and leaves seemed to be stretching under the moonlight, lifelike, the demon master admired it for a while, and praised: "This flower is not bad."

A slight smile appeared on Feng Yuan's face, then he lowered his head and continued to polish the rough stone in his hand.

The moonlight was forced back by the dazzling divine light, the wine in the jar was empty, the devil yawned, his eyes could hardly be opened, he persuaded Feng Yuan, "It's so late, let's do it tomorrow."

"Wait a while, it's almost there. If you're sleepy, go to sleep for a while." Feng Yuan's men moved a little faster, and for some reason, there seemed to be a voice in his heart urging him to hurry up and move on again. faster.

After he finished speaking, he looked up again, and saw that the devil had already fallen asleep on the swing.

Feng Yuan shook his head and laughed, raised his hand to prop up a barrier for him, isolating the surrounding wind from outside.

When the Demon Lord woke up the next morning, he found that Feng Yuan was still sitting in the same place, bowing his head to the bow inlaid with various sacred stones. A ray of sunlight slanted on the silver thread behind his black robe. It seems that I did it all night without feeling tired.

The devil leaned on the swing and watched him quietly for a long time, his eyelids drooped slightly, and a green grape leaf fell by his hand. After playing with it for a while, he got off the swing and came to Feng Yuan's side , squatted down and picked up the last remaining rough stone, imitating Feng Yuan's previous appearance, bowed his head and polished it seriously.

The long wind swept over the rolling mountains, and the ground suddenly shook violently. Several pieces of gravel fell into the hot magma, and a few brilliant sparks burst out.

Ever since Suyin brought the beauty out of the demon palace that day, he couldn't help thinking that the demon lord might really have some kind of hidden disease. Thinking of this, he couldn't sleep at night, tossing and turning, but every time he mentioned it to Liu Jia, Liu Jia will always give him a severe beating.

After thinking about it, Suyin cast her eyes on Feng Yuan. His Majesty has become closer to this god during this time, which also made Suyin more and more convinced of her guess about the illegitimate child, but she didn't know who With whom can God give birth to a phoenix?

However, it is said that when Fengyuan Shangshen was born, he was also born with a phoenix egg. This matter has not been mentioned for so many years, and Suyin does not know whether it is true or not.

He sneaked into the garden behind the Demon Palace, saw that the Demon Lord was not there, and tiptoed to the back of Feng Yuan, and after some courteous greetings with the High God, he finally explained his purpose of coming, and asked Feng Yuan: "The High God Do you know what kind of woman our Majesty likes?"

Actually asked himself, Feng Yuan laughed, according to his previous temperament, he should put the Kunwu sword on Suyin's shoulder, but now he just said: "When he meets someone he likes in the future, he will know who he is." What do you like?"

"Really?" Su Yin rubbed his head. It sounded reasonable, but he still felt that it was not right. He murmured, "But I think His Majesty is a little—"

Before Suyin could say anything, she heard the demon lord's sullen voice suddenly sounded from behind, "Do you think your Majesty has something about him?"

Su Yin's voice stopped immediately, and she turned her head stiffly. When she turned her head, she could even hear the sound of bones moving, which was very eerie, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"

Feng Yuan pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

The demon lord hummed, and was about to question Suyin about what was wrong with him, when he looked up, he saw that the sky in the west of the demon world was ablaze, as if a karmic fire was burning, such a scene is rare in the demon world , he subconsciously asked Feng Yuan beside him: "What is that?"

Feng Yuan followed the demon lord's line of sight, and his expression suddenly became solemn, the demon seal of the demon world finally showed signs of loosening.

With a flash of silver light, Kunwu sword was in his hand, and he said to the devil: "Wait here for me, I will be back soon."

After saying that, he disappeared before the eyes of the Demon Lord.

The demon lord was stunned for a long time, as if he himself had told someone that he should be well and wait for him to come back.

But he couldn't remember the man coming.

The sky and the earth are extremely gloomy, the burning sea of ​​fire above the ink-like stratus clouds, sparks fall like rain, smash into the Qingxue Lake, causing ripples in circles, and the ground of the demon world cracks, leaving dark and deep holes. The gap, the demons yelled and fled quickly.

The sweet fragrance spread slowly in the wind, like a bunch of smiles swaying, Feng Yuan turned his head and saw the Demon Lord flying up, and asked him: "Why did you come up?"

The Demon Lord raised his chin, and said domineeringly: "This is the Demon Realm of the deity, what's so strange about the deity coming up to take a look?"

Feng Yuan smiled and said: "It's nothing, it's just that the demon's seal is a little loose, just repair it."

He said this very easily, as if he was discussing what kind of flower he would carve on the long bow later, or that it was time to water the grapes, the devil looked at him suspiciously.

"I should have repaired this Heavenly Demon seal. You have no experience, so repairing it will be much more troublesome."

Seeing that the demon lord was still looking at him dubiously, Feng Yuan continued: "If you want to help," he paused, and said, "I have been greedy for the altar of pear blossom spring in your demon palace for a long time, why don't you give it to me?" I'll try it."

The demon master thought that he was still in the mood to joke with himself at this time, maybe the demon seal was really nothing, he watched it for a long time, and saw that Feng Yuan was not difficult to repair, and the burning sea of ​​fire seemed to show signs of going out , he felt relieved a little, talked to Feng Yuan, and went back to the Demon Palace to find the jar of Lihuachun for him.

However, not long after he left, Feng Yuan suddenly spat out blood, and the fire around him became more intense. His cultivation had never fully recovered, and he was seriously injured in the Nine Nether Realm a few days ago. He didn't heal his wounds, he only forged divine weapons for the sleepless demon lord. Now here, the once glorious God showed signs of dying.

However, repairing a Heavenly Demon seal would not make him become a feather, but for some reason, repairing it now is extremely difficult.

Occasionally, he lowered his head and looked down at the demon world under the clouds. The fire and rain gradually subsided, and the ground no longer cracked. The demons ran out of the cave, and began their daily fighting activities.

Feng Yuan pursed his lips and smiled, then sharply nailed the Kunwu sword in his hand into the crack of the seal, poured all his cultivation into it, and formed a new seal here.

In an instant, the fire swept towards him like a long snake, and the fiery breath seemed to be able to melt everything. The Kunwu sword screamed, and the black robe sang a long song. In this grand fire.

After a long time, the world returned to its former tranquility.

Feng Yuan fell from the clouds, leaning against the bottom of the tree, looking up at the still gray sky above, he closed his eyes, thinking of resting for a while, just resting for a while, he went to find his Xingru.

He really has no more strength left.

Wisps of demonic energy came with the wind, Feng Yuan seemed to sense something, he raised his head, watched the demon lord walking towards him slowly, holding the wine jar in his hand, and stopped in front of him, his expression seemed to contain a little bit of blame , he kicked Feng Yuan's calf and asked him: "Can you still drink like this?"

"I'm fine..." Feng Yuan smiled, his eyes shone with light, he was still gentle, and comforted the Demon Lord, "I'll be fine after a night of sleep, don't worry, I'll drink this wine after I wake up."

His voice gradually lowered, and the next moment he fell into a coma.

The demon lord looked down at the person who fell in front of him, and after a long silence, he bent down and picked him up, and returned to the bedroom.

As I walked and thought, I felt a little strange.

He placed Feng Yuan on the bed in the bedroom, then sat down beside the bed, stretched out his hand and poked Feng Yuan's face, and asked with some doubts: "Have I met you somewhere?"

There was silence in the bedroom, no one responded, the huge copper mirror behind him cast a faint shadow, and the lotus lanterns bloomed one after another.

Now that Feng Yuan occupied his bed, he seemed to have no place to sleep.

The demon lord tilted his head and thought for a while, then simply changed his original shape, lay down next to Feng Yuan's pillow, and fell asleep like this.