Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Because of Ning Zhiyu's existence, Mozun went to the mortal world and tied a cook to take care of his food. After Ning Zhiyu knew about this, he went on a hunger strike and refused to eat. Mozun had no choice but to put the cook back and sent The witch under his command turned into a mortal and went to a restaurant in Chang'an to learn cooking skills.

Xiaotuanzi quickly brought in the food again, he thought

Ning Zhiyu didn't want to eat noodles, so she asked the cook to prepare three dishes and one soup, including Buddha jumping over the wall, steamed chicken with five flavors, broccoli with mushrooms, and a beef tendon soup. They were neatly placed on a light-colored wooden tray. Very appetizing.

The demons are born with self-healing ability, the more talented the demons recover faster when injured, Xiao Tuanzi has the blood of the demon king flowing on his body, so the ability is not bad, the burns on his face and hands healed when he entered the door It's almost there, only a touch of red is left, the dirty clothes on his body can't be changed in time, and a few broken noodles hang on his half-wet head, which looks ridiculous.

Xiaotuanzi himself didn't feel much, he approached Ning Zhiyu on the bed with the food, and asked mother if she had eaten in a milky voice.

Except for those blood-red pupils, he was actually no different from a human child. His snow-white face was a little baby fat. He was not noisy, and he could listen to people's words.

If he was the child of Ning Zhiyu and Yan Yuan, Ning Zhiyu would definitely love him, speak softly to him, take good care of him, tell him how to behave, and teach him to read and write.

It's a pity he is a devil.

It was the evil seed that Ning Zhiyu was raped by the demon king and forced to give birth to, and it was the stain and shame in his life.

Since the birth of Xiaotuanzi, Ning Zhiyu has never hugged him once, not even taking a good look at him. He wished that this little bastard would disappear forever in front of him.

Ning Zhiyu lay on the bed with her back facing Xiaotuanzi, her hands in front of her were slightly clenched, as if she didn't hear his words.

Xiaotuanzi had no choice but to go forward and gently put the tray on the edge of the bed, looked at his mother's back and whispered: "Then Ah Lie put the food here, mother must remember to eat."

Ning Zhiyu still ignored him.

Xiaotuanzi knew that his mother was awake, and he could sense that her breathing was uneven.

Maybe my mother just didn't want to talk to him.

As for why he ignored him, Xiaotuanzi thought, it was probably because his mother was always locked in the palace by his father and couldn't go anywhere, so he was in a bad mood.

The father said that if the chains were loosened, the mother would leave them.

The specific Mozun never told Xiaotuanzi in detail, he knew that his mother was in a bad mood, so no matter how she treated him, he would not be angry, but felt a little sad in his heart.

Before going out and closing the door, Xiaotuanzi poked his head and said to the person on the bed.

"Mother, Ah Lie is going out first."

"...When Ah Lie's spell is stronger, he will be able to undo the magic chain on my mother's body. Then Ah Lie will secretly take mother out to play, and mother will not be unhappy."

Soon, the door was closed silently, and the hall returned to silence. Ning Zhiyu propped up the bed and slowly sat up, staring at the food beside her in a trance.

The battle between gods and demons began, and it was a bloody battle for three days and three nights. The demon palace was shrouded in a barrier set up by the Demon Lord, and the blood and killings from the outside world did not penetrate at all. For Ning Zhiyu, everything was calm.

The difference is that before, the Demon Venerable would pester him to sleep every night, and since that night, the Demon Venerable has never come again, and there is no one else in the palace except the occasional attendants and Ah Lie, without the Demon Venerable's entanglement, The ears are much cleaner.

Probably because his words were vicious enough, Mozun finally gave up, and Ning Zhiyu felt neither sad nor happy, and there was no disturbance.

In the first two years, in order to attract his attention, the Mozun pretended to flirt with the witch in front of him, cuddled him, and said that he wanted to marry the queen. After giving birth to a precious son and growing old together, the Demon Venerable was so angry that he tortured him that night. Afterwards, he fell into a coma for five whole days.

Afterwards, Mozun didn't dare to treat him that way again, but Mozun did a lot of things like this that seemed very stupid to Ning Zhiyu, I don't know what tricks he wanted to play this time.

At night, when her mind is quiet, Ning Zhiyu will think of the past with Yan Yuan when she was in the mortal world.

He has been lonely since he was a child, and no one loves him. Only Yan Yuan treats him sincerely, cares about whether he is hot or cold, happy or sad, and will not force him to do things he doesn't like like others do.

In this regard, the Demon Lord is not comparable, just like he doesn't like being locked up here, the Demon Lord still wants to lock him up, he doesn't like to stay in the Demon Realm, and the Demon Lord will not let him go, even if he doesn't want to continue For such a small wish to live, Mozun refused to help him realize it.

In the first year of being captive in the Demon Realm, Ning Zhiyu committed suicide no less than five times, hitting a wall, biting her tongue, and cutting her throat with a piece of porcelain that she secretly hid... Each time, she was killed when something was about to happen or not long after it happened. Discover, then save.

Before his sixth premeditated suicide, the Demon Lord chained him up and cast some kind of spell on him that made him unable to bite his tongue to kill himself.

Although Ning Zhiyu is alive today, he is just a walking corpse.

The candles in the dormitory flickered faintly, went out for a moment as the door was pushed open, and then lit up again soon.Ning Zhiyu lay on the bed with her back to the door, her eyes closed, and the sound of slow and heavy footsteps came from behind her.

As the Demon Lord approached, Ning Zhiyu smelled a strong and pungent smell of blood, and couldn't help frowning.

"Get out."

The footsteps paused, and finally stopped beside the bed.

Mozun was wearing a dark iron battle robe, with two big holes in his waistline and chest, and the blood gushing out had almost dried up.He pointed his palm at himself and cast a spell to remove his battle robe, which was stained with dust and blood.

Not long after, Ning Zhiyu was embraced by a strong arm from behind, and felt the Demon Lord's body pressed against him, he immediately struggled and hit the Demon Lord's chest with his elbow.

That blow should have ruptured his wound, and the blood seeped into Ning Zhiyu's white sleeve in an instant, sticking to the skin of his elbow wetly.

The breathing near the ear became heavy, but the Demon Lord did not let go of him, but hugged him even tighter, as if the pain on his body would be relieved.

Ning Zhiyu was not at all interested in the reason for the demon's injury, he slammed into the wound on his chest a few times, and the demon's hold on him finally loosened.

Ning Zhiyu took the opportunity to move her body inward, escaped from the embrace of the Demon Lord, and shook the chain for a while.

"Don't touch me, you stink."

The smell of blood is not good at all, but the smell of demon's blood is even stronger.

But the smell should not be so.

Perhaps because of the injury, Mozun didn't have the strength to touch him again.This is the demon king's territory, Ning Zhiyu said to tell him to get out, knowing in his heart that his will is useless, so he didn't continue to waste his energy doing useless things.

The two lay peacefully together, and Mozun's hoarse voice sounded from behind.

"The gods and demons are at war."

So the reason for his injury is explained.

Ning Zhiyu didn't make a sound.

His heart is like stagnant water, he is not interested in these things, no matter who wins or loses, it doesn't matter, the person he cares about has long since died.

Mozun came up from behind, put his arm through Ning Zhiyu's waist to hold his hand, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Ning Zhiyu found it funny: "What am I afraid of?"

Are you afraid that you will be regarded as a demon, and the gods will be wiped out in one fell swoop?

If that's the case, that's a good thing.

This time, no matter how hard Ning Zhiyu tried to resist the demon's body, the latter hugged him tightly and did not let him go. Ning Zhiyu felt that her back was soaked with the demon's blood.

This time the Protoss battle was led by Yan Yuan himself.Yan Yuan should have known about the demonic Gu. He recovered his memory and realized that he was framed by others and killed his lover himself. Get out of the way.

If the demons were defeated, there would be no one to protect Ning Zhiyu.

So he has to win.

For Ning Zhiyu, for Ah Lie, and for the people of the Demon Race.

"It's nothing, you just need to remember that no matter what happens, I will protect you." Mozun said firmly, one word at a time.

"Pretending to be passionate." Ning Zhiyu sneered.

The next day, the Demon Lord left before dawn. Before getting up and leaving, he hugged Ning Zhiyu and said unwillingly: "...A Ning, if I win, teach me to write your name."

Ning Zhiyu closed her eyes and replied casually: "You are not worthy in your next life."

Mozun was silent for a while, and didn't force it any more.

After he left, Ning Zhiyu didn't feel sleepy either, she opened her eyes and looked up numbly, motionless.

Before Mozun left, he helped him change his clothes and the blood-stained mattress, and the smell of blood in the air was so light that he could barely smell it.

There is a stack of books beside the pillow on the inner side of the bed, including poems and songs, strange tales, love story books, all kinds of books, all of which were collected by Mozun, but Ning Zhiyu even opened them now There is no desire.

After about half a stick of incense, the dark red barrier outside the demon palace shook, and the door of Ning Zhiyu's bedroom was slowly pushed open. He thought it was an attendant from the demon world, so he ignored it.

"Long time no see."

When that calm, magnetic familiar voice sounded, Ning Zhiyu thought he was hallucinating, he turned his head and looked over in a daze, and saw the person he never forgot.

Dragging the chain, he sat up, stared at the man motionless, opened his mouth, and only made a little difficult sound after a lot of effort.

"Ayuan..."

Seeing him crying, Yan Yuan was no longer as anxious as before, and just smiled lightly.

"Don't call me A Yuan from now on. You know that I already have a lover. If you tell him, he will be misunderstood."

"Call me Yanyuan."

Ning Zhiyu had tears in his eyes, so that the figure in front of him was blurred. He had a lot of things he wanted to say to Yan Yuan, and wanted to ask him how he survived and why he came here. Said, swallowed the words back, and laughed.

"……it is good."

In the past, Mozun told him about the past and present of the Heavenly Emperor and Xuanlong in the mortal world. After calming down and thinking about it for a while, he knew that since Yan Yuan could break into the demon world, she must not be a mortal at this time.

It seems that what the Demon Lord said was true.

"I know about the demonic Gu." Yan Yuan said lightly.

Ning Zhiyu was stunned for a moment before returning to her senses, and said with a smile: "Are you here for revenge today?"

Yan Yuan shook her head: "I'll save you."

"You have been kind to me in the previous life, and if it is offset in this life, it will be considered as a write-off. I will not bear any grudges against you, but I will not let the demons and demons off."

"Since the last battle between gods and demons, the demons have been seriously injured. After killing the demon king, the demon army has no leader. It is bound to go. I need your help."

"... Would you like to?"

As a mortal, Ning Zhiyu has no memory of the kindness from the previous life, but he understands what he said later.

The demon king forced him to have a child and imprisoned him here for four full years. He hated the demon king, and he had no reason to refuse.

But why is he hesitating? ...

Perhaps because of cowardice, never killed anyone.

"..."

"If you don't want to, it's okay, I will still take you out of here." Seeing that Ning Zhiyu's limbs were imprisoned by chains, Yan Yuan knew that he was not doing well.

Ning Zhiyu shook her head and murmured: "No...I am willing."

He had no reason not to.