Birdseye

After a long time, the tears in his eyes finally dried up. The demon lord lowered his head and looked at the old scratches on the table. Maybe a child sat here many years ago and carved a few words crookedly with a knife. Many years have passed, and now I can't see clearly.

He raised his hand and touched his chest, the empty space in his heart seemed to be filled at this moment.

But why did he choose to forget all this?

The guest officials who came and went from south to north in the tea shop were still listening to the storyteller telling the stories that had long gone. No one noticed that the young man in white in the corner cried and laughed, and then left silently.

The demon lord asked several drivers who were on their way, and finally went to Shangluqiu. There was a heavy snowfall here a while ago, and when he looked up, there was silver and white everywhere, shining in the sunlight.

He walked through this vast snow field, passing by the frozen Mirror Lake, and finally came to the Jialan Tower that stood for hundreds of years, and now the restrictions here can be easily broken by him.

With a creak, he pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the pagoda and walked in. A ray of sunlight followed him from outside the door, and countless dust floated slowly in the light, and time seemed to slow down here.

The wooden ladder has been in disrepair for a long time, and several places have been broken. The lonely wooden boards are there, crumbling and precarious.

He came to the room on the highest floor of the pagoda. The lacquered gold Buddha statue stood there as if it had been a hundred years ago, but there was dust on it, and no one brushed it off for many years. There was a pool of dark red blood on the ground. It should be left by His Highness back then.

According to historical records, Prince Qinghe died in the 16th year of Ximing.

He died here.

The devil looked down at the pool of blood for a long time, finally squatted down, raised his hand carefully to stroke it, it seemed that the warm blood flowed from his fingertips, he was slightly lost in thought.

After a long time, he got up and came to the window, looking into the distance, he still saw the vast snowfield thousands of miles away, and in the distance there were bright red flags fluttering high in the wind.

He didn't know that more than 170 years ago, his highness was also standing here, in the pouring rain, looking for Xingru's figure in a daze.

He stayed in the Garan Pagoda for two days and two nights, and at dawn on the third day, he returned to the Demon Realm.

A few days ago, there was a heavy snowfall in the Demon Realm. The dark land was covered by white snow, reflecting a bit of the dim sun. The sky and the earth are much clearer than before. There are still many demons who are not used to this kind of light. Running around and screaming, a demon who didn't look at the road ran headlong into the arms of the demon lord like an innocent cub, and then was ruthlessly kicked into Qingxue not far away by His Majesty middle.

The Mozu didn't even realize what happened just now for a moment. When he realized it, he had already fallen into the ice hole. There was also a dull pain, and under the double attack, the demons only felt that their brains were about to hurt.

But this is completely unnecessary worry, he obviously has no such thing as a brain in his current state.

Seeing the demon lord coming back, Liu Jia hurriedly stepped forward and reported to him the trifles in the demon world in the past few days, saying that they were trifles, they were really trifles, as long as the demon lord did not lead them to attack the heavens and occupy the human world, the demon world might not be able to survive in the short term. Something big is going to happen.

The demon lord listened to Liu Jia in silence, hummed coldly, then waved Liu Jia to retreat, and then went back to the bedroom alone.

As soon as he stepped into this somewhat empty bedroom, he was attracted by a few peach blossoms on the table. There are no peach blossoms in bloom this season in the devil world and the human world, so the answer to who sent these flowers is not clear. And metaphor.

I just don't know what method Fengyuan used, the peach blossoms have been kept in the bedroom for so long, and they haven't withered yet, the demon master played with the flowers in his hands, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly laughed.

Smiling inexplicably, it took a long time for the smile on his face to fade away. He raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth, feeling that he was getting more and more strange.

He didn't know how to retrieve his memory after jumping to the Sendai, so he wanted to try it.

The sky outside gradually dimmed, covering the figure of the devil in darkness. He held the peach blossom in his hand and never let go.

The moon is as cool as water, and the long wind carries tiny snow particles rolling from the sky. The flowers outside Gengshi City bloom more like a burning sea of ​​fire. Countless green vines climb up the tall city wall, reflecting the light red moonlight, green The tendrils of the blood are slowly growing, and the water of the Feng River flows slowly around this ghost town. The moonlight and the sea of ​​flowers are reflected on the river surface. This blood river stretches all the way to the foot of Mount Xuyi.

Everything outside Jiuyou is as usual, but Jiuyou Monument Spirit has been a little sluggish since being asked a question back by the devil last time. Now that it sees Mengshu, it doesn't even bother to respond, not even a polite greeting.

Seeing this, Meng Shu thought to himself that there is indeed a problem in the Nine Nether Realm.

He raised his hand and knocked on the Jiuyou Boundary Monument, and asked him, "What's going on inside?"

Bei Ling was bewildered, looked at Mengshu strangely, and asked him back, "What's going on?"

Mengshu gave him a disgusted look. As a stele spirit, he didn't even know what happened to the place under his jurisdiction. He was really incompetent. He stood beside the Jiuyou Boundary Monument, hesitating for a long time. Take a look outside Youwai, but in the current situation, if you don't go in, you may not be able to see anything.

He stepped forward to enter the Nine Nether Realm, but before he left, he explained a few words to the stele spirit: "If I can't get out within a day, you can go to the heaven and talk to the God of Fengyuan, let him hold on tight!" It's time, hurry up and retreat."

Bei Ling said a word, and asked stupidly: "Are you going to live in the Nine Nether Realm for a long time?"

Mengshu seriously felt that if one day the Nine Nether Realms ceased to exist, with the brain of this Beiling, he would probably have to go to the Demon Realm to make a living.

He sighed softly, and stroked Bei Ling's head affectionately, Bei Ling looked puzzled as Meng Shu's figure disappeared at the entrance of Nine Nether Realm.

As soon as Mengshu entered the Nine Nether Realm, the knife-like wind came towards him, he quickly dodged to dodge, the expression on his face became solemn, and after walking a few hundred steps, he saw the scorpion in the long Artemisia forest. A huge vortex appeared out of nowhere in the sky, with great momentum, swallowing the sun and the moon, accompanied by an earth-shaking hurricane, as if it could include the world into this vortex.

The flames shot down from the cracks in the vortex, like pouring magma, the thin smell of blood wafted in the wind, and the ghostly howls of ghosts in the Changhao forest accompanied by the sound of countless broken stones could be heard endlessly.

Mengshu raised his head and saw Jianwu standing upright in mid-air, his face sinking like water, the hurricane blowing through the robe and making a sound, his right hand nailed the divine sword in the dark vortex, and his left hand burst out with a radiant divine light and another divine light Colliding together, forming a huge beam of light.

Meng Shu looked to the other side along the divine light, and saw Si Quan, the two seemed to have been confronting each other here for a long time.

He wondered why the two of them started fighting before the demon came out.

Jianwu noticed that someone was coming, opened his eyelids, saw Mengshu below, and said hello: "Are you here?"

Mengshu responded, and asked, "Who are you two?"

Jianwu didn't have much time, so he only briefly explained the current situation to Mengshu. Siquan had already been enchanted, and he introduced all the most yin and evil things in the Nine Nether Realm into the seal of the demon, making the seal The strength of the heavenly demon in the sky increased greatly overnight, and now it can break the seal at any time, causing harm to the common people, but Si Quan is still trapped in the inner demon, driven by the demon.

He said to Mengshu: "I can last up to ten days here alone, let Feng Yuan get ready."

If you want to re-seal the Heavenly Demon, you must use the divine power of the ancient gods as a support. Although Mengshu is also a god, he is not proficient in this aspect.

He knew that he couldn't help, so he hurried back to the heaven and told Feng Yuan about it. No one thought that Si Quan would suddenly become a demon, and he introduced all the evil spirits in the Nine Nether Realm into the seal. This time, he was going to have a big battle with the Heavenly Demon. He remembered the hexagram he had calculated before, but now it seems to be effective.

After hearing this, Feng Yuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly stood up and said to Mengshu: "I'll go to the Demon Realm to have a look at Xingru, and I'll be back soon."

Mengshu moved his lips, and swallowed back the words that came to his lips. This time Fengyuan went to Jiuyou Realm, and he didn't know when he would be able to come back. It was only natural that he wanted to see Xingru.

The scenery of the Demon Realm remains the same, with the cold wind blowing the snow, and the branches full of pear blossoms.

Feng Yuan came at an inopportune time. The demon lord had just drunk a lot of wine and was unconscious. Not feeling too flustered, Feng Yuan shook his head and smiled helplessly, and took out the wine glass he hid under his belly.

The demon master seemed to have sensed it, and scratched the place where Feng Yuan touched just now with his small paws, he opened his eyes in a daze, tilted his head, looked at the unclear figure in front of him, and rushed towards Feng Yuan, with his mouth He called out, "Your Highness..."

"I'm here."

Feng Yuan raised his hand and touched his head.

The devil was too drunk, rubbing against his palm, muttering: "I miss you."

Feng Yuan hummed softly, with a sad expression on his face. He carefully combed the tail feathers behind the Demon Lord, watching him shaking his head comfortably, hiccupping, and talking nonsense, just like the demon lord many years ago. like that.

He also guarded him as he did many years ago, until he fell asleep.

After all, he still couldn't let go of his Xingru.

Mengshu has not realized the seriousness of this matter, all Jianwu can do now is hold on to the seal of the Heavenly Demon and temporarily prevent the Heavenly Demon from coming out, plus Si Quan has become a demon, if he wants to seal the Heavenly Demon in it again, he has already done Ready for feathering.

Feng Yuan lowered his head, kissed the top of the demon lord's head, and turned back to Jiuchongtian.

When Mengshu heard that he was back, he thought to himself that he was a little too fast, and he didn't know how many words he had just spoken to that Majesty of the Demon Realm.

He ran to Ziwei Palace, thinking that Feng Yuan should also calm down and retreat for a few days, so as to go to the Nine Nether Realm, but in the end, he found Feng Yuan splitting the Ruomu tree at the back of Changqiu Palace.

Mengshu frowned, walked over quickly, and asked him: "If you don't go to retreat, why are you cutting down this Ruomu tree?"

Feng Yuan's subordinates didn't stop their movements, and only replied to Meng Shu: "I will return him as His Highness."

Xingru's current red line is no longer in his hands, and he will find someone who he likes and likes him again in all living things, but no matter who it is, it will never be him again.

But even so, he doesn't want Xingru to spend the years alone like a hundred years ago, which may be longer than a hundred years.

He will return him a Highness, who will always be with him until he has a new lover.

Mengshu instantly understood who Feng Yuan was talking about, and said: "His Royal Highness is only you, you—"

"What if I'm not here?" Feng Yuan interrupted him, stopped his hands, and looked back at Mengshu.

The world was silent, the Ruomu tree shook off some green leaves and spread all over the ground, the warm sunlight fell from the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on Feng Yuan's face.

Mengshu actually saw a bit of despair in his eyes.

Mengshu was stunned, and it took a while to find his own voice: "Don't...don't think like this."

However, when he himself said this, he was not confident enough. If it was just the birth of the Heavenly Demon, it would not be difficult for Feng Yuan and Jianwu to seal it again, but now the Heavenly Demon has absorbed the evil energy in Jiuyou Territory, and Siquan has become a demon. , Feng Yuan tossed himself into this appearance again.

It was a bad omen, and it really was a bad omen.