Binding the Dragon for the Empress

"Boom--"

After the muffled thunder, lightning pierced the sky, and the intertwined veins tore the dark sky into countless pieces. The blood mist formed after the death of the monster lingered for a long time, and half the sky was dyed blood red, just like the battle between gods and demons thousands of years ago. Tragic.

Under the demonic city, the monsters and the divine soldiers were fighting. The sharp claws of the monsters cut through the armor of the divine soldiers, and their internal organs flowed all over the ground.

Holding a magic blade glowing with black air, Mozun confronted Xuanlong's silver long sword in mid-air, a cold light flashed, reflecting Mozun's icy red eyes.

he scoffed.

"Protoss running dog."

"How Yanyuan treated you, have you forgotten?"

"He pulled out your scales and gouged out your flesh, and you just forgave him like this, and still foolishly worked for him. You are really the stupidest dragon in the world."

In the shadow of swords and swords, the two had passed no fewer than a hundred moves. Xuanlong dodged a dark knife from the Demon Lord, and the murderous sword edge stabbed towards the Demon Lord's chest, but was blocked horizontally by the demon blade in the Demon Lord's hand.

The god and the demon stopped in mid-air, with two figures, one silver and one black, their long hair fluttering in the wind, and their clothes fluttering.

"Your body has been rebuilt not long ago, so your soul is still very weak, right? He sent you to the battlefield like this?"

"Look, he doesn't love you at all, why not fall into the devil's way and come to my demon clan to be the general, how about it?"

Ning Zhiyu's thoughts on Yan Yuan made Mozun jealous, if Xuanlong really fell into the devil's way, Yan Yuan would have to die of anger.

It's a pity that this dragon has a face that should not be approached by strangers, but in fact, his brain is so stubborn that he doesn't turn at all.

Xuanlong's lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't say a word during the whole process. His movements became more and more fierce, and he swooped towards the Demon Lord.

As a general of the Protoss, it is his honor and mission to fight for the Protoss, and no one else can tolerate it.

Although the power of the Demon Realm is not as good as before, it is not something that the God Realm can easily conquer. More and more divine soldiers and monsters fell, and after coming and going, both the Demon Lord and the Xuanlong suffered external injuries.

In this battle between the gods and demons, Yan Yuan personally led the battle. The wound on Mozun's heart was thanks to Yan Yuan.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, the demon slashed at Xuanlong's neck with a curved blade in his hand. Xuanlong turned his head back and dodged, leaving a faint bloodstain on his neck. When he landed in mid-air, he raised his leg and hit the demon's face. Condensing the barrier to block it, he asked with a sneer.

"What about Yan Yuan?

"Just like ten thousand years ago, he left you alone?"

It was impossible for Xuanlong to answer the obvious provocation, he leapt up and kicked the barrier with one leg, the barrier broke instantly, and the red light scattered in all directions.

The two fought together again, so fast that others could barely see them, the Demon Lord never forgot to sneer: "He, the Heavenly Emperor, did such a worry-free thing. He pushed you into the battlefield ten thousand years ago and caused you to die miserably. It’s still the same year after year.”

"Tsk tsk, such a fairy couple, I'm afraid it's the last time in the fairy world."

The sound of the cold wind whizzed past my ears, scratching my cheeks sorely. Just as the Demon Lord said, the mysterious dragon was once wiped out, its soul was rebuilt, its body was still weak, and its spiritual power had not fully recovered. After a battle, it is still gradually losing the wind.

The crack in the soul seemed to be torn out a bigger hole, and the pain gradually corroded his body and became a little unbearable.

He lost his breath and slowed down.

The Mozun forced him to retreat steadily, so he found the right time and controlled the magic blade to stab at his heart, the speed was so fast that Xuanlong had no time to dodge.

Time has become very long at this moment.

It was like this ten thousand years ago. After defeating the generals of the demon clan one after another, the exhausted Xuanlong was forced to face the demon master. The moment the demon blade pierced his heart, he thought of Yan Yuan.

Maybe there is no way to go to the sea with him.

That wish, after ten thousand years, has still not come true.

There will no longer be any possibility for the future tens of thousands of generations.

Perhaps his whole life was so ridiculous, he was born as a lone star of the gods, and he was not qualified to have love for human beings, even if he gave birth, it would be useless. The stolen love would eventually be returned, and he was punished extremely cruelly for it.

He walked alone in this world for a long time, but he didn't know why.Fortunately, there is someone who really hurts Ah Zhi, so he won't suffer as much as him.

When he left ten thousand years ago, Xuanlong felt reluctant to part with him, but at this moment he was very calm.

Maybe it's relieved, and I don't look forward to it anymore.

The spiritual power was rushing around in the body, Xuanlong's throat was itchy, and he couldn't restrain the bleeding from his mouth. The magic blade cut through the air and was about to pierce Xuanlong's chest, when he was suddenly knocked down by a powerful burst of spiritual power.

Mozun recalled the magic blade, looked at the person with a sullen face, and saw Yan Yuan was hanging down her hand that was exerting spiritual power.He has half a bunch of long hair, wears a light white robe, and even has a warm smile on his lips, but his right hand is clasped tightly around Ning Zhiyu's neck in the shape of an eagle's claw. Mortals will return to the underworld in his hands.

There is an enchantment set up by the Demon Lord in the Demon Palace. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, so there is no need to wear more. In such a cold weather, Ning Zhiyu is wearing a thin white shirt, and her calves and feet are exposed. in the air.

The wind blew his clothes up and down, and compared with Yan Yuan's tall figure, he looked so thin, as if he would shatter if he folded it hard.

"A-Ning..." Mozun never expected to see Ning Zhiyu on the battlefield, and a momentary astonishment flashed across his young and handsome face.

Xuan Long was also stunned, not understanding what Yan Yuan was doing.

Mozun soon came back to his senses, clenched the magic blade in his hand, and stared at Ning Zhiyu's pale face with suppressed anger red eyes: "...let him go."

The subtle reaction was caught by Yan Yuan's eyes, and she smiled calmly: "You want to save him?...Then use your life, and the life of the entire demon clan, to exchange his life alone, how about it?"

"Don't even think about it." Mozun gritted his teeth, and wanted to rush forward to take Ning Zhiyu back, but he didn't dare to take the risk, the life of the human race was too fragile, if lost, it would be impossible to get it back.

"There is a bloody enmity between gods and demons, and between you and me, there is hatred for killing your wife. Ning Zhiyu joined your conspiracy and cast a demon on me, causing my wife to be separated. I will not let any of you go."

"I originally thought, if you are willing to exchange yourself and the entire demon clan for him, I can let him go and let him live in the world, but who knows that you refused so simply, what a pity, what a pity..." Yan Yuan Sighing lightly and shaking his head, the palm that clamped Ning Zhiyu's neck formed a dagger with a cold light, and pressed against his flesh.

Yan Yuan lowered her head, and said to the hostage in her arms in a voice that could be heard by several people floating in the air: "Didn't you say that he cared about you very much, why didn't he even see you dying..."

"In that case, I will kill you..."

After finishing the words, Ning Zhiyu felt severe pain in his neck, he took a light breath, and his face became paler.

"Stop!" Mozun's red pupils tightened violently, staring at the blood line on Ning Zhiyu's neck, almost unable to hold back.No matter how fast he was, it couldn't be faster than the knife in Yan Yuan's hand, if the blade went any further, Ning Zhiyu would die.

He has lived for so long, and has never really liked anyone. Ning Zhiyu is the first person he can have desire to embrace and treat well.

Even if the other party never gave him the slightest chance.

He only knows that he likes this person very much, so much that he is going crazy, and even if Ning Zhiyu looks at him more, he will secretly like him for a long time.He likes it so much that he knows that the other party hates him so much, he still has to tie him by his side in a way that Ning Zhiyu doesn't like, because besides that, he doesn't know how else he can keep him.

He likes to see Ning Zhiyu smile, his smile is very gentle, as if bathed in the early spring wind.But Ning Zhiyu never smiled at him like that, even when he smiled it was cold and cold, he was very gentle to everyone, the maids, eunuchs, and even a cook he had never met, who was captured by him from the world, only treated him He is cold-hearted and cruel with Ah Lie, and has never had a good attitude.

He knew that Ning Zhiyu hated him as a demon, but this was his innate identity and could not be changed. He knew that Ning Zhiyu would never like him, no matter how hard he tried, everything he did would still be in the eyes of the other party. joke.

But he was so stubborn that he was not willing to let go.

"Distressed?" Yan Yuan raised her head and said with a smile. "Thousands of years ago, when you killed my fairy lover, you didn't know how much pain I had. Ten thousand years later, when you planted a demon on me and let me kill my beloved, you will know how much pain I have..." He murmured As he muttered, the corners of his eyes turned red silently.

"Now it's just like this, do you feel distressed?"

"In that case, you can bear it for him, okay?..."

Killing, killing, killing, endless killing, the blood mist rolled and enveloped the sky, and the monsters and heavenly soldiers below repeated more and more frenzied fighting, the scene was horrible.

Ning Zhiyu was at a loss for what was happening.

He never told Yan Yuan that Mozun cared about him very much, and he didn't want to mention a word about this dirty past.

Before Yan Yuan pretended to hijack him, she only asked him to play a scene with him, a scene in which the Protoss could win without fighting.

At first he didn't understand what Yan Yuan wanted to do, but now he finally understood that Yan Yuan wanted to use his life as a bargaining chip to force Mozun to give up his clansmen and kill himself.

In Ning Zhiyu's view, this is an extremely absurd thing. How could a demon like that die because of a small human race? The demon may try to please him in different ways, but the price is absolutely based on no loss Under such circumstances, it is like someone is willing to coax a puppy, but no one is willing to die for a dog.

True love should be to like what the other person likes and to hurt the other person. The Mozun imprisoned him here for four full years and never really cared about his feelings. He is no different from a dog without dignity.

"It's useless...he won't compromise because of me..." Ning Zhiyu's lips were blue from the cold, she trembled slightly when she spoke, and her thin body was trembling.

His body is so weak, how could he stand such cold, Mozun knew that he must be very cold, and he must be very scared.He didn't know that as long as Ning Zhiyu was in Yan Yuan's arms, even if she was held against by a shining knife, she would be a hundred times stronger in Ning Zhiyu's heart than by her side.

Before he had time to think about anything, he just remembered what he said that night. He said very seriously that no matter what happened, he would protect him, even if it took his life.

So he said.

"Okay... I'll take it for him."