Birdseye

Not long after, the Demon Lord came to the garden again. Under the watery moonlight, he stood in front of Feng Yuan, looking at his dark eyes, his eyes were deep, and the dark lines on the white brocade robe reflected the moonlight, flickering on and off. .

He seemed to have something to say.

Feng Yuan stared at him tenderly and quietly, never speaking.

The evening wind came slowly, blowing the hair on the demon lord's forehead, and brushed it on Feng Yuan's face, Feng Yuan hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and stroked his hair behind his ears.

Director Demon let him be like this, and looked at him for a long time, but in the end he didn't say anything, turned around and nestled in the swing, and quietly looked at Feng Yuan standing in the same place.

He supported his head, and lowered his eyes after a long while, he was just idle in the magic palace just now, he turned into a bird and wanted to come over to see what was going on with Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan should know that it was him, otherwise he wouldn't have such an expression.

And he still landed on Feng Yuan's palm, and even wanted to rub his chin with his head, but luckily he was not too confused at the time, so he restrained himself.

The jingling sound of grinding rough stones sounded in his ears again, the devil raised his head and looked at the silver light falling from the edge of the clouds above his head, his eyes were a little empty, what happened between himself and Fengyuan back then?And now, what is the matter with himself and Feng Yuan?

He raised his hand to caress his chest, his heart seemed to keep shouting the same name, but he couldn't remember the name.

The Demon Lord raised his right hand and covered his eyes. In this vast darkness, he vaguely saw a figure who was approaching him little by little. What he saw after a while was the image of Fengyuan outside Jiuyou. The other face changed into Feng Yuan's current appearance after a while.

His eyes seemed a little wet, so he kept them open until the corners of his eyes became dry again.

Feng Yuan sat there, using divine fire to forge the long-spear in his hand non-stop for a moment, as if melting the moonlight into the long-spear.

After a long time, the Demon Lord put down his hand, opened his eyes and saw that Feng Yuan's face was a little pale, and the magic fire on his fingertips was also a little faint. He sighed softly in his heart, got up and came to his side, and took the long- He took the gun directly and forged it by himself. Feng Yuan saw that he had done a good job, so he stepped back to give some guidance, and his majesty quickly made it look decent.

There was a smile on Feng Yuan's lips, but he thought in his heart that even if he was gone one day, his Majesty and Xingru should be able to live well.

While forging the long-spear in his hand, the demon lord was thinking idly, originally he wanted Feng Yuan to come to his bedroom today, he wanted to ask some things from Feng Yuan's mouth, and by the way, he could see the gentle expression on his face being overwhelmed. What will it look like when broken.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yuan did not go to his dormitory, but now he has fallen to such a state, which is really far from what he imagined.

The demon master shook his head, took a deep breath, and said that Liu Jia had a bad idea.

Liu Jia was standing outside the magic palace with her qin in her arms, looking up at the copper bells hanging from the eaves, thinking that Suyin should probably be asleep now, she suddenly sneezed, rubbed her nose, and sighed The weather has been really cold recently, it seems that I need to put on more clothes, I will go to hug Suyin a quilt later, I don't know if His Majesty is having a good time with Fengyuan Shangshen in the bedroom.

It should be very pleasant.

In fact, she should have prepared some small props for His Majesty, but this happened a little too fast, she hadn't had time to go to the world to buy those things, so she must pay attention next time.

Liu Jia secretly remembered this matter in her heart, she yawned, plucked the strings of the qin twice, and went home with the qin in her arms.

The clouds are pushed by the wind and slowly disperse. The moon is flowing and the night is long. The grape leaves shake and rustle in the night wind.

Since that night, the demon master has taken over Feng Yuan's work, but he is fine anyway, sitting in the garden forging spears, and the demons fighting all day in the sunset forest are quite happy, and finally don't I will be beaten by His Majesty again.

Feng Yuan pointed out a few words to him from the side, the demon lord probably still has a bit of talent in refining weapons, and this long-spear is not badly refined. There was a bunch of red gun tassels hanging on it, the demon master finally stopped, looked at his achievements in the past few days, and nodded with satisfaction.

Feng Yuan took the long-spear in his hand, carefully brushed off the crumbs, and said to the devil: "Okay, I will do the rest."

Although there is already snow crystal, it is not easy to control the fusion of the three weapons, even he cannot be [-]% sure.

The demon lord let out an oh, dawdled for a while but did not leave the stone table, looked at the small flowers that Feng Yuan had just picked from the Qingxue Lake at the corner of the stone table this morning, seemed to be in a daze, Feng Yuan looked at him for a long time, and said softly Ask him: "What's wrong?"

The demon lord coughed lightly, some words had been held in his mind for many days, and some questions could not be answered, and he didn't want to keep muddling around like this.

And if I don't understand this matter again, Feng Yuan will almost run away, the devil raised his head and said softly to him: "I have a few things I want to ask you."

After he finished speaking, he looked straight into Feng Yuan's eyes, Feng Yuan met his gaze, and then he understood what he wanted to ask himself. When Mengshu came to the Demon Realm, he told him that the Demon Lord was Tianjie may have known that he was Xingru Xianjun, and since then, he has been a prisoner in this palace who is guilty and awaiting trial.

Now, when it was finally time for him to report his crimes, he still looked tenderly into the gray eyes of the demon lord, and said softly to him, "I will tell you whatever you want to know."

The Demon Lord saw a bit of embarrassment and despondency on his face. A certain place in his heart seemed to have quietly collapsed at this moment, so he lowered his face bluffing and asked Feng Yuan: "Your memories of all the calamities have been restored. gone?"

"Yes."

The devil asked him again: "Then we knew each other when you went down to earth?"

"Yes." The answer was still short.

"Is that also the doom of the deity?" The voice of the demon master gradually became low.

Feng Yuan's tone finally lost the calmness just now, and there was more bitterness in his voice: "Yes."

The demon lord's question did not stop, and he asked him: "Who are you? Who is the deity?"

"I was Prince Qinghe of Dayin at that time, and you were..."

My star is like.

These words seemed to be stuck in his throat together with a ball of ice and fire, making him unable to speak out. He looked at the devil in front of him, his eyes filled with bitterness, like a poor sinner who was expecting to be punished .

The Demon Lord didn't press him any more.

Feng Yuan originally thought that he would ask himself more questions, asking why he stayed in the ruthless sea for a hundred years, why he jumped to the Xiantai later, and why he treated him so badly.

But nothing, tiny snow particles fell from the dark sky, and soon covered the dark plains of the Demon Realm with a thin layer of white. The sealed clear snow fluttered on the lake.

And after a long silence, His Majesty just said to him slowly: "You call me Xingru now."

These words seem to make the sinner in front of him feel more sad than those questions. The snow fell on the top of Feng Yuan's head and on his long eyelashes. He could only follow his own mind, his lips moved slightly, and he called out: "... Xingru."

This sound of Xingru seemed to consume all the strength in his body.

The sound of Feng Yuan sounded like stars falling, and countless sounds of stars sounded in the ears of the devil, intimate, helpless, indifferent, desperate... These voices came like him at that moment like overwhelming mountains, In the next moment, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

The devil turned his head away, avoiding Feng Yuan's gaze, gathered his outer robe, got up to face the wind and snow, and went to the sunset forest.

The demon clan fighting in the sunset forest collapsed into nothingness when they saw him coming, and the demon master didn't care, he just leaned against the tree trunk and looked at the Qingxue Lake in the distance, with scattered thoughts in his mind like The crazily growing vines almost completely submerged him inside.

After he left, Feng Yuan sat down on the stone table again, took out the snow crystal, and placed the three weapons in front of him one by one, starting the last step of fusion.

For several days after that, Feng Yuan did not see the Demon Lord in the garden again, he vaguely understood that he was hiding from himself, but he still didn't know the reason.

Mengshu sent a voice transmission to him from the heaven again, asking him to go back to the heaven as soon as possible. Feng Yuan gave a wry smile and sent the magic weapon refined by the demon master to the bedroom. The demon master rarely stays in the palace honestly. , on the bed, sleeping soundly.

Feng Yuan walked over and whispered to the Demon Lord, "I have to go." He raised his hand and touched the Demon Lord's head.

"If in the future..."

He wanted to say, if you want to see me in the future, just call him.

Perhaps, however, there is no future like that.

He gently placed the refined divine weapon on the table beside him, took one last look at his majesty, turned around and was about to leave the palace.

But the moment he stepped out of the bedroom, the voice of the devil suddenly came from behind him, and he asked him: "Are you back?"

The whistling wind outside the palace ceased at this moment, the flying snow all over the sky turned into fluttering white butterflies, everything was silent, and the lotus lanterns were whirling and in full bloom.

Feng Yuan trembled for a moment, as if he was nailed to the spot by his soul. After a long while, he turned his head and looked at the Demon Lord. His eyes were still as gentle as water, and he said with a smile, "Come back."