Has the Holy Son been sacked by the Devil Emperor today?

Mozu·Empire

For His Majesty the Devil Emperor's demands all day long, I can't tell what I feel in my heart, Liumi is a bit bitter.

He was favored by His Majesty because of his face, which was similar to that of Holy Magister Miller.After His Majesty finally got the pleasure of revenge, he began to pester himself all day long.

The Devil Emperor kept talking about how he took revenge on Feng Luo, and how he made his son atone for his crimes.

He knew that Cecil had mistook him for Miller.Liu Mi is a sensible lover, he caters to the Emperor's joy and pretends to be Miller.

"Are you distracted?"

Looking at the man sitting beside the bed in a daze, Cecil pulled him into his arms and asked softly in his ear.

"I was just thinking...Your Majesty, what should you do with that little Son?" Liu Mi obediently hid in Cecil's arms and asked softly.

"Is Liu Mi jealous?"

"Naturally, Your Majesty, you have lived with that human race for eight years, so you will inevitably feel a little emotional. Liu Mi is very worried." The beauty Liu Mi gently hugged the Devil Emperor's neck, breathed on his chest and continued: " Besides, he already has His Majesty's blood here. Twins, is Your Majesty willing?" Liu Mi took Cecil's hand to touch her abdomen.

"Does Liumi want to conceive a child for me?" Cecil smiled lowly, looking at him ambiguously.

"Liu Mi has no such delusions. Your Majesty already has two sons. I just want to be loved by His Majesty for the rest of my life. Therefore, Liu Mi will not allow anyone to take His Majesty's attention, let alone that human race."

"So Your Majesty, don't let that human race appear in our sight again, okay? I'm really afraid that you will be taken away by him." All clansmen would be unable to withstand such a beauty's request, and so could Devil Emperor Cecil.

"Then I'll just listen to Liumi once." Cecil stroked the man's soft long hair.Liu Mi's suggestion was indeed in line with Cecil's wishes, he really didn't like Feng Yijue being in front of him every day, every time he saw him, there would always be an inexplicable sense of irritability gushing from the bottom of his heart.Previously, Cecil did find a sense of revenge in him, but as time passed, that feeling would turn into a deep sense of rejection.

Cecil is not a person who likes to make himself unhappy.

However, Cecil didn't want Feng Yijue to die so quickly.

Therefore, the impoverished Son was driven to a small corner of the palace, where His Majesty the Devil Emperor would never go, a dirty and humble shadow.

The four months of the demons finally crushed all the dignity of the Son.

This is a dilapidated and gloomy palace, apart from gusts of cold wind, there are also mournful cries of dead souls.The vicious soldier threw the weak boy on the wet weeds, spat viciously, and left cursing.

The strong desire to survive made the dying man almost use all his strength to get up from the wet and cold ground.

He is not willing to just rot in a dark corner of the demons, he still has his mother waiting for him to come home, he can't die!

He staggered up, and then fell down. Repeatedly, he was finally free from the cold wind outside, and his numb ankle regained a little feeling.

The dark elements in his body that repel him are tormenting him almost every day, sucking his vitality, and bringing him endless pain every day and night. If he is just an ordinary person who has never practiced magic, he may have already died. died.

The bloodline of the Devil Emperor is so strong that no one can bear it.Therefore, the person who gave birth to the bloodline of the emperor Cecil was the holy magister Miller who was comparable in strength to him.

Compared with the healthy and active saint son of the human race four months ago, Feng Xijue's current state is the same as that of an old man in his dying years.

He leaned against the mottled and cracked wall, his messy hair covered his sight, and his pale and chapped lips trembled slightly from the pain.The swollen belly under the tattered clothes seemed to make him look comical and ridiculous.

This is the price to pay for his stupidity.

He was so stupid that he became a knife used by the Devil Emperor Cecil to avenge his father.

Feng Xijue laughed dryly twice, his hoarse voice sounded very desolate and sad.He was expelled from the family tree and implicated his innocent mother. He had long since given up hope that his father and teacher would forgive him, and only hoped that his father would not anger his mother.

"Uh..." The pain in the abdomen was like a needle prick, Feng Xijue rolled on the ground and muttered a few times, his slender five fingers left five scratches on the ground.

"Go to hell..." That handsome face had never been so ferocious, tears dripped from his eyes clearly, he beat his abdomen with his fists, and kept cursing in vicious words: " Die, all die..."

The blood of the Devil Emperor seemed to be retaliating against him with the same pain.

In the end he dropped his limp arm.

The blood of the Devil Emperor is not something he can kill in his current situation, these are the pains that Cecil forced him to endure.

"God of Light, Lord God of Light...!"

As if remembering something, he desperately grasped the last straw, his crimson eyes gradually regained light, and he shouted to the sky through the hole in the roof.

There is no sunshine in the daytime in the Demon Realm.

Feng Xijue's voice became weaker and weaker, until finally it turned into pitiful weeping.

He should have remembered that the demons did not have the blessing of the God of Light, and the God of Light would not protect his children in the Demon Race.

"I was wrong……"

"I was really wrong..."

The God of Light is compassionate and merciful, he will forgive everyone who has made mistakes, even if you are in darkness, he will redeem you.

- "The Book of Creation"

Terran·Northern Territory

Everyone knows what a beautiful and outstanding daughter the city lord has. This girl is so lucky. She has a naturally beautiful appearance, a superior family background, and finally married a very good husband.

The paladin leader of the human race, the hero in every young girl's heart, and Elsa, the daughter of the city lord, is no exception.With her excellence, she easily got the position of the general's wife. She thought she would be happy every day in the future.But after she got married, she realized how cold her husband was.

But it was too late to regret, Elsa could only guard the vacant room in Nuo Da's general's mansion every day like a bitter woman.

However, an accidental drunkenness by her husband brought new hope to her life.She has a lovely son, Feng Yijue.The little guy who likes to surround her feet and call her mother every day, the appearance of the little guy gave her life hope.

Until one day, people from the temple took her Yijue away. Elsa thought that Yijue was a boy, and it was impossible for him to stay by her side forever. He should have a better prospect and future.So, Elsa handed over her son to the group of magicians with confidence.

This year is the eighth year since Yijue left her, he is an adult, he should go back to the general's mansion.Elsa, who is full of expectations, has been imagining what her son will look like. Isn't it time to find him a wife?However, full of joy, she finally received a letter from He Lishu and the loss of her son.

She begged his husband not to expel Yijue from the genealogy with the most humble gesture, but in the face of that ruthless man, everything was in vain.

She was driven back to the Northern Territory and endured the abuse of everyone.

Later, on a particularly dark night, Elsa drowned and died, and the cold tombstone stood alone in the desolate garden of the City Lord's Mansion.

Looking at the old butler who was wiping away tears, Lan Jin turned around quietly, and put the bouquet of red roses that she originally intended to give to Mrs. Elsa as a gift in front of the lonely tombstone.

"Mrs. must have been in pain before she left."

Lan Jin closed his eyes, and the drizzle was pouring heavily on his body.

"Until she was rescued, the young lady still held the young master's things in her hands. The young lady's last wish is to meet the young master Yijue again."

The old butler continued: "Thank you two adults for coming to visit Miss, you are friends of Young Master Yijue, right?"

"That's right, he and I are both his senior brothers."

Lan Jin looked at Hu Buxi who had been silent while holding his arms.

"Let's go."

Lan Jin was dragged away by the irritable Hu Buxi before he finished speaking.

All because of that Devil Emperor.

Hu Buxi clenched his fists tightly.Yijue's favorite mother also died.

He must, must kill that guy!

Looking at the two people walking westward, the old butler let out a soft sigh, then turned around and picked up a broom to sweep the dust off the tombstone.

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Naturally, the battle with the demons was fought in the dark. From the initial advantage to the death of countless knights and magicians, the morale of the human race was gradually extinguished. This battle lasted for six years, and finally The alliance headed by the human race ended in failure, and the strength of the demon race made people gradually start to despair.

As Demon Emperor Cecil said, the thousands of years of accumulation of the Demon Race cannot be shaken by a few ants.

The decadent paladin leader blamed his son for all the crimes, and deeply condemned the traitor of the human race in front of all the upper echelons of the alliance, so the holy son Fengyi became the object of everyone's scolding.

Si Wa felt that Feng Luo was probably crazy, he forced his wife to death, and now he poured all the dirty water on his son whose life or death was uncertain.He even made Yijue's fiancée Xia Ke marry someone else.Feng Luo is very paranoid. If he hates Cecil, he will hate everyone related to Cecil. That's why he feels that the Yi Jue who was contaminated by Cecil is not worthy of anything.

Miller said that Feng Luo was cold, which is true.In terms of personality, Feng Luo is indeed inferior to the affectionate Cecil.

Feng Luo is not affectionate, but paranoid, so paranoid that he can't let go of the obsession in his heart.

After six years, that obsession took root in his heart more and more.

[The author has something to say: the beginning is over, and the main plot is about to enter

Woooooo begging for tickets~]

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