Zhong Ai Qingqing

Take out a bright and dazzling multicolored bead and sacrifice it in your hand.

The demon master knew that the thing, the Phoenix Mingzhu, was the most precious treasure of the Phoenix clan. Thinking of the relationship between the former princess of the Phoenix clan and the emperor of the dragon clan, he understood why this bead was in the hands of the Dragon King.

However, what is the use of taking out this bead now?There have never been any rumors in the Six Realms that this Fengming Pearl can bring the dead back to life.

I saw the Dragon King sacrificed the Phoenix Mingzhu, and he kept chanting, it wasn't the language of the dragon, but the secret language of the Phoenix clan. There seemed to be traces of faint blue ghosts in the air, like thousands of little dragons swaying and being sucked into the bead inside.

Zhong Ai still knelt and sat there with empty eyes, only felt colic in his heart, and the tears on his face never dried up.He can't blame anyone, the dragon and the phoenix are what the emperor wants to make up for the gap in the sky, how can he be selfish enough to put the six worlds in danger of collapse for his own sake.But, why? Why was his little demon, his Longsu, the one who sacrificed.

He couldn't even do anything, he could only tightly protect the little demon's remaining scales, sobbing silently, from heaven and earth, in the six realms, where would he go to find his little demon again?He couldn't even feel Long Su's aura. He was really sad and desperate. Long Su didn't enter reincarnation, but really disappeared in this world.

As the Dragon King continued to cast spells, the blue ghosts in the sky and the earth became less and less, and they were all sucked into the bright Fengming Pearl.

"My lord, this old man has something to do. Let's take a step first." The Dragon King stuffed the Fengming Pearl full of wandering souls back into his sleeve, and turned to leave.

"Wait," the demon lord stopped the Dragon King who was about to leave in a hurry, glanced at the bleak doctor with fox eyes, parted his red lips and said hesitantly: "Dragon King, can this Fengming Pearl save Long Su's life?"

The Dragon King wore an expression of exhaustion after casting the curse, and said without concealing his grief: "There is no conclusion yet. It's just that a dead horse is used as a living horse doctor, and Wanwang has a remnant soul, so don't let my son annihilate it."

Fu turned to Zhong Ai again, looked at the gloomy Shangshen, with complicated expressions, cupped his hands with tears in his eyes, and said, "My son, my son is often taken care of by the Shangshen. I still look at the Shangshen, so that I can cherish myself."

Seeing that the doctor, Shangshen was still clinging to that piece of dragon scale without saying a word, like an empty shell, the Dragon King sighed, held back his sorrow, took the Fengming Pearl and flew away.

Shangshen Zhongai pursed his lips and remained silent, his palms tightened, and the dragon scales hurt in his palms, but it couldn't compare to the sadness in his heart.

The Demon Lord couldn't see it, so he stretched out his hand to pull him up, Zhong Ai was a little distracted to look at the wound on his wrist, and said shamefully, "I'm sorry."

The demon master shook his wrist before realizing that he had to wipe off the blood on his wrist, and said indifferently: "It's okay." After hesitating for a while, he said: "Go back?"

Si Yi took a look at the debris all over the floor, couldn't bear to look again, closed his eyes, turned his face away, and nodded slightly with great difficulty.

The gate of the Temple of the Doctor has been closed for several months.

From time to time, immortals from all walks of life who begged for medicine and peace were blocked from the door.

The handsome young man in yellow stood on the high platform, clasped his hands, and explained over and over again helplessly with his beautiful eyes lowered: "Everyone, my gods are in seclusion recently. Please come back."

All the immortals discussed: "This doctor has been in seclusion for more than three months, right? What kind of elixir is he refining?" "I have never seen the doctor go to seclusion for such a long time." "Can the envoy Bo Ying tell you conveniently? "

"Everyone, please go back, you will naturally know after the Supreme God retreats."

"Hey." After persuading Bo Ying for a long time, she led the little fairies in the hall back, and sat down on the jade steps under the old osmanthus tree with her robes tired.The long-awaited bird on the tree saw him come back, flapped its wings and flew to a shorter branch to meet his gaze.Tilting his little head and uttering words, full of flattery, his voice was clear and clear: "But are you tired?"

Bo Ying's beautiful eyes rolled, and she turned her head away, not bothering to pay attention to it.

The little bird flapped its wings and hurriedly flew to the side where he turned his face, and said aggrievedly: "Why are you ignoring me? How did you provoke you, little ancestor?"

The young man in yellow put his arm behind his head, leaned comfortably on Lao Gui as his back, glanced at him, and scolded him softly: "Aren't you going back to the Siyuan Hall to be on duty? Why come to our Siyi Hall all the time? "

The little bird landed on his shoulders, its eyes turned like black pearls, its small silver-gray beak opened and closed, and it was not ashamed due to its thick feathers, and whispered in his ear: "I don't miss you." Well, give me a kiss and leave."

Bo Ying instantly blushed, she didn't know whether it was from shame or anger, she raised Yun Luo's wide sleeves and slapped the little Luan Niao who was presumptuously on her shoulders. After a roll, Baba flew over again: "Give me a kiss! Give me a kiss!"

Across a palace door, Zhong Ai hugged the quilt and curled up tightly, the room was dim, and through the window, the little bird could still be heard chirping and performing the scene of tirelessly teasing Bo Ying several times a day.

What time is it?

He was stunned for a long time, and he didn't remember how long he had been sleeping and thinking like this. When he lifted the quilt and stepped on the jade floor, he felt so soft that he couldn't lift his strength. His smooth silver hair was much duller and rougher. Standing on the side of the bed, he raised his feet and moved towards the door of the palace. The moment he pushed the door open, the dragon scale hanging on his waist was shining brightly, and he squinted his peach blossom eyes under the dazzling sunlight. He raised his hand, covering the dazzling light with the back of his hand.

Bo Ying turned her head, knelt at the entrance of the hall, covered her face and wept with joy.

"Master, master! You are finally willing to leave the house."

For some unknown reason, the other little fairies in the palace put down their work one after another, knelt down at the bottom of the steps according to the etiquette, and said joyfully, "Congratulations to Shangshen for leaving the gate!"

Three months have passed since Longsu dissipated.

Siyi Shangshen left the house for the first time.

The black-clothed demon has eyes and ears all over the six realms, and when he routinely reported to the demon lord, he mentioned the matter of the doctor from the upper realm leaving customs.

The demon master on the big seat only had a bewitching smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold and desolate. He casually took the cloud and mist tea offered by the fox waiter Yin Yin, and stopped asking, and continued to listen to the black clothes and then reported. one thing.

It was the common fault of several of them that Long Su committed suicide.Even though it was because of the needs of the Six Realms and the fate of God, watching the scene of the monster boy dying calmly because of the God of Doctors still moved people's hearts.

The evil in the world teaches people how painful the torture is.

Whether it's Dongfu Xuanguang, or Siyi and Longsu.

Let's look at that couple, not seeing joy, it is quite heartbreaking.

If possible, don't touch things that hurt you like that. It's better to be ruthless and loveless in this life, than to see yourself in such a mess and despair when you can't lose love.

15

Even if the matter of Long Su ended like this, he was originally an unknown mottled son. He was rejected by the monster clan and sealed by his own father when he was alive.

The mountain ghost girl in the Lower Boundary Mountain sat by the pool, placed a few washed wild fruits and small mountain flowers on the bluestone where Longsu used to sit, rubbed her eyes, and left there with the big civet cat in her arms.

That little demon is like a weed on the shore.If it weren't for the treasure of dragon and phoenix Chengxiang, who would care about it?

It's just that occasionally Xiaoxian, the sharp-eyed general, sees a silver-blue dragon scale on the doctor's body.Hanging at the end of the wishful handle, with tassels hanging down, it's not pretty, it's not ugly, it's not a rare thing, but I always see the doctor sitting on the steps and rubbing it on his hand from time to time, with a trance in his peach blossom eyes. The soft light of love.

Perhaps it is some magic weapon newly rewarded by the emperor, right?

I don't know when it started, the demon energy in all walks of life gradually increased, and the docile beasts and birds were the first to be affected, violent, hurting people, killings, and racial killings occurred from time to time. Nine days in the sky.This is not a big problem, there will always be some years of crimes and evils in the thousands of years, not to mention the River Lord Zhu Bo who has long been interested in the lower realm, Tu Shenwen asked the ancestor Siming to open divination to check whether the destiny is not permanent .

In the dim smoke of the furnace, Patriarch Si Ming sat on the astrolabe as usual, placed the eight treasures in the exquisite tortoise shell, closed his eyes and shook the tortoise shell.Half a moment later, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was spraying across Jun He's head and face, his gray beard was dyed red, the ancestor leaned and fell from the astrolabe, and the tortoise shell in his hand fell on the astrolabe. On the surface, the eight treasures have long been turned into powder.

Lord He and Earth God looked at each other, hurriedly helped up the comatose Patriarch Si Ming, and staggered up the cloud to ask Emperor Dongfu to see him.

The Heavenly Marriage of the Emperors of the Upper Realm is approaching, which is a great event for the joy of the six realms.But because of the growing aura of killing in the six realms, it had to be delayed.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to hide this matter."

"No matter what, I can't let these six realms be destroyed by my hands."

The demon master leaned lazily on the bridge and glanced at Dong Fu on the bridge. Seeing his dark face, he couldn't help but express concern and blame: "You are like this, what's the use of going to the sky." Blowing up, a little pink butterfly who didn't know the troubles mistakenly thought it was flowers playing in it, the demon master didn't seem to see it, and the pink cherry lips curled up: "Father God left us two, one of us has to take responsibility .This time, let me go."

Hearing this, Dong Fu's face suddenly flushed with anxiety, and he wanted to say something in his chest, but was interrupted by a rapid cough. He hurriedly took out the handkerchief to cover his lips, slightly dazed, and put the handkerchief on as if nothing had happened. The bright red ball was tightly stuffed back into the sleeve.

He took a deep breath quickly, shook the pearl on his head, and said in a firm tone:

"Hey, don't mind your own business, I am the emperor appointed by God the Father!"

But the demon master didn't deny it, and flicked his sleeves to look at the big blue lotus in the pond, "Hmph."

Another fairy who was injured by a fierce beast came.

The wounded fairy was killed by the little earthly