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

The blood moon is in the sky, illuminating the vast battlefield.

"Let me see your true face now. How ugly and hideous is it that you will always be hidden under the enchantment woven by magic power..."

The lord of hell, Aya, jumped off the beast mount, leaned over and stretched out his hand to reach for a strand of silver hair scattered in the thick black fog on the ground.

"Pfft—!"

Blood splashes.

In the blink of an eye, Huya's right hand and half of his shoulders were turned into pieces of flesh and blood flying in the air.

In the next second, an abnormally white palm protruded from the black mist. With five fingers pressed to the ground, countless red-striped silver butterflies fluttered out from between the fingers. The magic circle quickly filled the entire battlefield.

"Not good!" Aji suddenly changed color, "Quick retreat! This is self-destruct magic, he is trying to die with us!"

"Let's end it." A sweet voice came from the black mist, "This game, it's time to end."

The butterflies surged and raged like a tsunami, and every inch of the battlefield trembled and twisted crazily.The dazzling red moonlight was also covered by the wings of butterflies all over the sky, and the air was full of flying silver scales, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, roaring on the earth.However, in such a dreamlike scene, a frightening death is staged all the time——

Countless demons were wiped out, and countless monsters were shattered into pieces. They let out heart-piercing screams and fled in all directions desperately.But where can one escape?

In the center of the butterfly storm, the black mist was lying there quietly.Those dense white and silver butterflies surrounded him, like a grand sea of ​​lilies, paying homage to this lonely vampire who was about to die.

Because it is a picture backtracked by the sundial of watching the drama, it is impossible to know what Heiwu is thinking at the moment.He just lay motionless on the ground, feeling the pain of tearing his soul, waiting for death to come.

"It's terrible... After living for so long, it ended like this. It's terrible." He mumbled to himself vaguely, "If I could see you again, maybe it wouldn't be so bad."

Then, he shook his head old-fashionedly.

At this moment, the butterflies that surrounded him gently flew up suddenly, as if they were frightened by something.I saw a strange tree branch penetrating the shining silver light, stretching towards him silently.The branch is strange and beautiful, mixed with soft and bright golden green, each leaf is carved out of some kind of soft jelly, and it will vibrate slightly when viewed closely, as if it is not a plant, but A living being with its own will.

The branch lightly, like a feather falling unintentionally, landed on Hei Mist's body.With its most delicate and slender front end, it strokes Hei Wu's cheek very gently, more sympathetically than the gentlest mother in the world, as if determined to resolve Hei Wu's loneliness and pain before death.

Then, without warning, it pierced the forehead of the black mist.

The black mist that slaughtered tens of thousands of demons in the blink of an eye just now has no ability to resist at this moment.He could only struggle in vain and whine in pain, just like a butterfly that had been stuffed alive.

A mass of pitch-black light—the half-soul of the black mist was pulled out by the branches.

The black mist disappeared.

The butterflies were scattered, leaving only countless fine and shining scales floating in the night sky.

At this point, the screen stopped abruptly.

It took Xia Mixun a long time to come back to his senses, and it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, it only added confusion and sadness to his heart.Is this memory really my own?Faintly, he couldn't believe it.But since Shang Lai said that it was traced back from the sundial of watching the drama, there should be nothing wrong.

"What is that tree branch? Why is the half soul of the deity taken away by it?"

Shang Lai said: "That is one of the countless clones of the Tree of Life, which is equivalent to your red-striped silver swallowtail butterfly, and is the representative of the Tree of Life's will."

Xia Mixun was dumbfounded: "But why did it do this? Is it related to the deity's ability to survive the self-destruct magic?"

"The power of the tree of life has been declining, and I hadn't been freed from the trials at that time. It is inevitable that it will actively seek and absorb those powerful forces that are about to disappear, so as to continue to maintain the balance of the world." Shang Lai The voice is soft, and the quiet tone is scattered in the air. "As for the rest of the lost memories, they weren't what it needed in the first place, so naturally they won't be preserved."

Xia Mixun raised his hand and clenched it slowly, his pale little fist turned white and transparent in the dim light. "So, if the deity can survive, is it the tree of life's reward for the deity?"

"En." Shang Lai gently took his hand into his own, "There is no doubt that it is your miracle."

For no reason, Xia Mixun felt Shang Lai's hand trembling slightly. "Tell me the truth, how did you get my half-soul back from the Tree of Life?"

Shang Lai smiled, a relaxed and hearty smile. "After I finished the trial, the tree of life fell into a deep sleep and has not woken up to this day. This is a fact known to the entire God Realm."

When Xia Mixun heard it, he felt a little relieved, "Then you dug up that old tree?"

Shang Lai smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly, "That's not the case." After a moment of silence, he said again, "Now that you have finally recovered your strength, are you happy?"

"This deity should be very happy." Xia Mixun put his hand on his chest, thinking, "This deity has fantasized about it countless times, but it really happened, but I find that I don't seem so happy."

There is always a faint unspeakable sense of unease, always feeling incomplete, incomplete, and incomplete.

"Maybe it's a relationship that was too sudden, and you haven't gotten used to it all at once," Shang Lai said.

Xia Mixun smiled, "That's true."

"Actually, it's very easy to cheer up Lord Yuyu." Shang Lai said warmly, "Go back to the Millennium City and clean up all the things that annoy you, and everything will be fine."

"That's the last thing this deity wants to accomplish as a sadist." Xia Mixun looked at him seriously, "When the liquidation is over, this deity will have nothing to do with the past.From now on, this deity will only live as Xia Mixun, and this deity will be with Shang Lai forever. "

Taking the awakening from long sleep as the dividing line, everything in the Millennium City in the past is muddy and sinking river sand, but Shang Lai belongs to the clear and clean future.He wants to cut off the dirty cobwebs that have been entangled with him for thousands of years by himself, and truly go to that incomparably clear and shining future with Shang Lai.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Lai held Xia Mixun's shoulders and pressed him into his arms, pressing him tightly against his chest.He felt that Shang Lai rested his chin on the top of his head, rubbed it repeatedly, and then, without warning, slightly moist drops fell, as if it had suddenly rained.

Shang Lai...are you crying?

Xia Mixun stared blankly and slowly raised his face to look at him.

The dim light was shining from the bridge of the nose, Shang Lai's eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the deep shadows, his eyes were still black and white, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, showing a faint smile.

Yes, it really is my own illusion.

Why is Shang Lai crying?Obviously everything is going in the right direction.

Xia Mixun felt that it must be his anxiety about gains and losses that was causing the trouble.

"Shang Lai."

Shang Lai said "hmm" and said, "I'm here."

Thinking of making the atmosphere happier, Xia Mixun thought of the lines in a novel that Ling Ying was chasing recently, and leaned closer and shouted: "Welcome to the world of this deity, this deity's delicate little...princess."

Shang Lai: "..."

Xia Mixun's voice was clear and crisp, and he was so close that Shang Lai could smell the faint fragrance of his hair.Those pale paws that were as thin as small leaves held his cheeks, and kissed his lips awkwardly and cautiously.

"No matter whether the soul is complete or not, the deity is always the deity. In front of Shang Lai, the deity will never change."

"I know." Shang Lai leaned over and gave him a little bit more emphasis on his response.How could I not know?From the past to the present, Xia Mixun has never changed, Xia Mixun has always been like this, noisily, enthusiastically, vividly, almost unreasonably broke into his closed world, and there is an empty and numb heart .

After a long chase, the breath of the two gradually became warm and moist.Xia Mixun was breathlessly kissed by Shang Lai, the end of his eyes were stained red, he struggled to shrink back, but was pushed back into his arms by his tall princess.

Forget it, the abusive lord who retrieved his half-soul should have doubled his stamina.Xia Mixun's head rested against Shang Lai's neck, like a restless little pig, arching back and forth endlessly, the soft and fine silver hair scattered in a mess, scratching Shang Lai's heart trembling and itching.

Itching is better than pain, and pain is better than numbness.The itching and pain are the real feelings that Xia Mixun brought to him, the feelings that prove that he really exists in the world.

"Shang Lai."

With a muffled voice, the soft breath blows at the tip of his heart through the material of the clothes.

Shang Lai lowered his eyes and saw Xia Mixun slowly raised his face, his cheeks were flushed, the tips of his ears were even brighter red, his thin lips were moving, as if he was eager to say something to himself.

So, looking into those unusually bright blue eyes, Shang Lai told him: I'm listening.

Then, there was a soft and cool feeling on the phalanges, and it was Xia Mixun who held his hands.Because it was a circle smaller than his own hand, he couldn't hold it tightly or completely, and even struggled a little, but he still squeezed it tightly into the thin palm.

Even the way of shaking hands has not changed at all.

"When the deity has settled the past of the Millennium City, we will conclude an eternal contract, a contract that belongs only to the deity and you." Xia Mixun clasped Shang Lai's slender and sharp finger bones, and raised his hand high, "Let the circle made of metal The ring is locked on our fingers, in this way, the contract will take effect, the deity cannot leave you, and you cannot leave the deity, we will be together forever."

"Your Majesty," Shang Lai pinched the tips of his ears, put his face against his forehead, and asked with a smile, "Are you proposing to me?"

Ask for a marriage proposal? ! "No way, this deity is just inviting you to conclude a contract!" Xia Mixun's face was blushing all the way to his heels. It's not cool at all to use the word "marriage proposal" on old guys who are not human like them!

"Besides," he murmured in a small voice, "the request is also for you to ask the deity..."

Shang Lai nodded, "Okay, when the time comes, I will definitely let the entire foreign world, the god world and the human world know."

Really, the whole world knows it.

Xia Mixun suddenly thought of a very important point, "But this deity has no money and no house, will you be wronged?"

Shang Lai said: "I have nothing but the garden of bliss that you say is like the Windows boot desktop."

Xia Mixun: "Well, it doesn't matter, sweeten the bitter days, life will have connotation, and life will have quality."

Shang Lai held his face and squeezed it lightly, "Xing Shi Heng Yan."

Xia Mixun: "By the way, let Xiao Yu pay more."

Shang Lai changed the subject, "After the contract is concluded, there is one more important task that we need to complete together."

Xia Mixun: "Buy a house, renovate it, repay the mortgage, repay the car loan, save for the pension?"

"Do not."

Shang Lai's warm breath came to his ears.

"give birth."