The blood clan boss was sucked blood by the opponent's light god

"Anyway, that's how it is. I've told you everything I know." Su Yuli stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, looked left and right at her newly beautiful self, and finally turned around slowly, looking at the man who couldn't hide her anger. Xia Mixun.

"Although I know you won't listen, I still want to persuade you that you have suffered enough and don't participate in these struggles anymore."

Xia Mixun lowered his eyes slightly, and his silver-white eyelashes held his cool eyes, "Even if those heartless things in the Millennium City have to re-select a No.13 true ancestor, he must be one of the representatives, and with him Will Hell sign a contract with the master?"

"That's right." Su Yuli nodded decisively, but couldn't help but sighed lightly.He didn't know that this kind of behavior harmed the entire blood race, and made Xia Mixun's past efforts all go to waste. For Xia Mixun, there is probably no more vicious insult to personality than this.

However, as long as Xia Mixun shows up, no matter whether it is a blood race or a demon, they will never let him go.Once he was controlled, death became the best end, and what really awaited him was an experience hundreds or even thousands of times more tragic and cruel than death.

After the Battle of Ghost Death, the core of power in the Millennium City returned to the situation before the appearance of Lord Jiyao, and the First True Ancestor and the Ninth True Ancestor once again became the real power holders.The other True Ancestors are not as powerful as them, and their family backgrounds are far and wide. Whether they want to or not, they can only obediently obey their orders.

Although the whereabouts of Lord Jiyao are unknown, the impact he left on the Millennium City is too great, so great that it makes the first true ancestor and the ninth true ancestor fearful.Therefore, in order to completely wipe out all traces of the existence of this monster of unknown origin, the true ancestors collectively proposed to the Senate to remove the cruel torturer from the pedigree of the blood family, and issued a mandatory decree, ordering every vampire to It is not allowed to mention his name, let alone talk about his past.

Ridiculously, this decree is like farting.In the Millennium City, there are still legends about the cruel master, and there are even many vampires of the new generation who will deliberately imitate the demeanor of the cruel master, calling themselves "the real deity", and using magic power to create the same black mist barrier.

Even if he monopolizes the power and stands on the top of the Millennium City, he is still far behind and will never be able to compare with that monster of unknown origin. How much the First True Ancestor and the Ninth True Ancestor must hate it!

"Apart from those dead things in the thousand-year-old city, your old enemy, the devil, is probably more difficult to deal with." Su Yuli's usual light tone became more and more serious, "If you go, you will be with the blood race and the demon race at the same time." For the enemy."

"The deity knows." Xia Mixun curled up his fingers, and his fingertips carved deep lines on the armrest of the sofa.

How can I know?

Both the First True Ancestor and the Ninth True Ancestor were idiots. In order to further strengthen their power and control the entire Millennium City forever, they did not hesitate to take refuge in Huya as a backer.They don't know that if the benefits are used to make friends, if the benefits are exhausted, they will be scattered. When the value of use is gone, all blood clans will be buried with them.

He was upset when he thought of this.

The idiot made him unhappy, the arrow made him unhappy, the blood prison test made him unhappy, and the master's contract also made him unhappy.

And that old account that was due sooner or later.

accurate!

Huo Yugong must live freely and happily, and what's the point of being constantly blocked by such bad things?

"Whatever you want, who cares about you." Su Yuli sat down heavily.Xia Mixun's gaze and expression were so easy to understand, he knew it at a glance.

"Anyway, it's none of my business. Shengge Township is adjacent to the God Realm, surrounded by gods, and the elves won't be hindered by the fire."

Su Yuli muttered, glanced at Xia Mixun again, raised her voice and said, "There is such a big play to be sung in the other world, does the God Realm know about it? Usually everyone is very nosy, this time I don't plan to go ahead Go mix it up?"

"This time it's a matter within the other world, and has nothing to do with the human world. The God Realm has no reason to intervene." Xia Mixun said.

He heard the meaning of Su Yuli's words, Xiaoyu was hinting at him to let Shang Lai, the god of light, help him.Although the power of the God of Light has only revealed a little bit, its strength is already astonishing.Things would have gone much smoother with the help of Shang Lai.

However, he didn't want to.

No matter what, I don't want to.

"The deity is here!"

Xia Mixun jumped up and lightly jumped off the window sill.Before his feet touched the ground, he was pulled into a familiar embrace, and the sweet and warm fragrance swept over him, enveloping him tightly.

"I haven't seen the deity these days, do you miss the deity?" Xia Mixun raised his face and asked with a smile.

The side face of the black-haired young man fell in the moonlight, and his gentle color flowed like a clear light. "I want to see you every day."

"Of course you can see this deity every day." Xia Mixun gritted his small fangs in embarrassment, "You can see it however you want."

Shang Lai kissed the top of his hair, and the soft and fine hair brushed against his lips, like the essence of moonlight.

"Why did you go back to the Garden of Ultimate Bliss? If you ask me, you'll be foolish." Xia Mixun put his hands around Shang Lai's waist, hugged him tightly, buried his face in his chest, and muttered softly, "A few days No, why are you more fragrant..."

Shang Lai, who had been watching him quietly all this time, finally spoke.

"I want to give you a present in return," he said.

One side of Shang Lai's face was against the light, with prominent browbones, clean and clear jawline, and his complexion was set off by the dark night environment to look colder and whiter, like a well-carved jade in the rough.The whole person is like the moon shadow floating in the deep pool, sparse and restrained.

And, out of reach.

Xia Mixun's heart skipped a beat, and he felt very empty all of a sudden.He didn't know why there was such a sense of weightlessness. Although Shang Lai was standing here well, he felt that he was far away from him. The whole person seemed to be in that nightmare again, and there was an insurmountable distance between the two of them.

"The verb is wrong." Xia Mixun curled the corner of his mouth forcefully, "Gifts are always given in the word 'send', there is no such thing as returning a gift, you are not good at Chinese."

"It is indeed 'return'." Shang Lai let go of his left hand, gently caressed his wrist, and clasped the thin pale paw gently and powerfully, interlocking his fingers tightly.

"Xia Mixun, listen carefully."

"Now, I want to return the half of your soul that you lost to you."

In the next moment, strands of grand brilliance overflowed from the overlapping palms of the two people, and the light became more and more brilliant, converging into a roaring river of light, tightly surrounding them.

Then, as if some kind of indescribable mysterious feeling suddenly came to his heart, Xia Mixun suddenly felt that something was about to be conceived in the palms that were tightly pressed together by himself and Shang Lai.

Like fluttering birds eager to return home, like a lively heart, like endless stars colliding and gathering in a cosmic storm, and finally——

A mass of magnificent and magnificent jet-black light, like a small planet with constant rotation, rose slowly from the palms of the two people, incomparably wonderful and beautiful.

It's just that the little planet is too quiet, as if it is really in an empty and lonely universe, unable to transmit a little sound.

Xia Mixun's soul, no matter how you think about it, should be a soul full of noise and memories.

"From now on, you are finally whole again."

Shang Lai slowly raised his half-closed crow's eyelashes, and in his eyes, which were usually too dark to see his pupils, a faint golden circle flashed away.That is the characteristic of demigods.The current him must maintain this state at all times, otherwise he would not be able to control the darkness glued to his soul from spreading out like before.

The half-soul seemed very reluctant to leave, and it stayed persistently in Shang Lai's palm for a while, and then slowly floated towards Xia Mixun's forehead, like raindrops falling into water, it suddenly seeped in.

"Wow—"

Silver and white light imaged the lightning that suddenly appeared on a midsummer rainy night, flowing through the entire room.

The thousands of years of deprivation cannot be confirmed on Xia Mixun's immortal body, but can only be lodged in every inch of hair.But seeing Xia Mixun's disheveled short silver hair growing at an unbelievable speed, like molten sterling silver, rippling with brilliant light, pouring down the back of his head, and falling to the floor, like a pile of water The winding Qingxi River.

After thousands of years, the separated half-soul finally returned to its true owner.When the two halves of souls met, countless strands of entangled power gathered from all directions, surging and expanding in Xia Mixun's chest, like a monstrous flood in the prehistoric period, determined to wash out a brand new world.

The embers of the remnants of the fierce torturer burned into a blazing flame that burned the sky and the earth again.

Slowly opening the thick silver eyelashes, Xia Mixun panted lightly, and suppressed the frantic heartbeat that was beating like a drum, almost with excessive force, and immediately set his eyes on Shang Lai.

There is no joy of returning half of the soul, nor the pride of regaining strength. These may be important, but compared with the black-haired young man in front of him, none of them are worth mentioning.

"Why... I still don't remember anything? I still don't have you in my memory." He asked with trembling lips.

Faced with Xia Mixun's deep disappointment and bewilderment, Shang Lai seemed much calmer.He put his hand to the back of Xia Mixun's neck, and squeezed the delicate and cool skin, so that he could relax.

"This only shows that if it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist." After a pause, Shang Lai emphasized his tone, "The sundial for watching the drama also proved this point again."

Xia Mixun was taken aback, Ji Mengsheng also said before leaving that even if the ancestor of the god-witch clan who created the sundial for watching dramas was resurrected, it would be impossible to repair it. "Did you succeed?"

Shang Lai nodded, "After returning to the God Realm, I summoned gods who are familiar with magic weapons from all walks of life and asked them to try to restore the sundial for watching dramas. I didn't have much hope. But enough."

"Thanks to the sundial of watching the drama, I can help you find the lost half-soul."

After that, I asked the envoy to go to the battlefield where the Battle of Ghosts broke out, and bring back a handful of gravel and dust there, and use it as a medium to let the drama watch sundial go back.You see, this is the memory fragment I collected after you activated the self-destruct magic. "

As he said that, Shang Lai raised his hand, and a picture began to appear in mid-air.