The Devil is My White Moonlight

Where did this come from?Gaher rubbed his eyes, confused.

The soul lamp can indicate life and death. If the lamp goes out, the demon has lost its soul and is hard to find again; call back.

Soul lamps are difficult to make, but they are not uncommon in the royal family. Jia Heru himself has them, and they are put together with other royal children's, and they are taken care of by special personnel.

The soul lamp in front of me seemed to be on and off, and the fire was so dim that it was almost invisible, but it was still burning strongly.

The little devil looked at the lamp, helpless.I had no choice but to ask the kitten for advice: "Where did this come from?"

"Meow!" The kitten rubbed against his hand, turned its head and pointed to the bottom of the table with the tip of its nose.

Jia Heru racked his brains to recall what he did just now, restored the movements bit by bit, and finally found the pattern on the wall.

Lying on the bottom of the table, the child pointed to the patterns that looked like entangled willow branches and asked the kitten, "Did you take it out from here?"

"Meow!"

"Can you put it back?"

"Meow!"

After countless communication and attempts, Gahru was surprised to find that the kitten could put things in and out of the wall through the air.After a lot of tossing, they finally put the soul lamp back into the wall.

It was already dark when I slipped out of the sacrifice hall with the cat in my arms.The nanny has long been anxious to find someone.As usual, he was complained, but Gahru didn't care at all, and took the kitten to explore everywhere with enthusiasm on the second day, but he didn't dare to go to the Demon Ancestor Sacrifice Hall for a while, and almost forgot what he heard in the sacrificial hall clean.

As the years passed, the ambition of the demon king Asabo became bigger and bigger, and the relationship with the southern tribes became more and more tense.At the same time, the atmosphere in the Demon Palace gradually became tense.

Although the Demon King has several concubines, they are rarely favored. Up to now, there is only one youngest son named Jia Wu, who is ten years younger than Jia Heru.However, one day, the child was found lying in the snow wearing only unlined clothes, with blood all over his body. After being rescued, he was bedridden for more than a month.The body recovered, but the spirit was always like a frightened bird, hiding from anyone, and not daring to talk to anyone.And after that night, the Demon Monarch announced to retreat, and stayed in the bedroom for two months before leaving.

Rumors abounded in the palace. Some said that it was a spy sent by the Southern Demon tribe to kill the heir of the Demon Lord; others said that it was the ghost of the old Demon Lord in the palace. They used this method to warn the Demon Lord. How did he die.

Jia Heru sneered at these claims, the old devil's soul lamp has been extinguished, and his soul has returned to heaven and earth, so of course it is impossible to come back to make trouble.As for the southern tribes, what good did such provocative behavior do them?Besides, according to the temperament of the Demon Lord, if the Southern Demon Tribe dared to bully the door like this, she would not swallow her anger and go to retreat, but would lead the army to fight all the way to the Southern Territory.

But there was a piece of news that caught his attention. A servant inadvertently revealed that Jiawu had been summoned to the Demon Lord's palace the night before his accident.Someone once heard the loud scolding of the night demon lord.Jia Heru speculated that the child was probably punished in this way because he bumped into someone in the Demon Lord's palace, or accidentally destroyed the Demon Lord's beloved object.

After Asabo left the customs, his temperament became more violent. Whenever there was something unsatisfactory, he would lose his temper and vent his anger on others.

In April of the same year, the Demon Lord ordered the eldest prince to go to the Southern Demon Tribe, and in August, the eldest prince died in battle.Asabo was furious and forced the second prince to fill in the vacancy.The war continued until February of the next year, with countless casualties on both sides. After another three months of stalemate, they finally shook hands and made peace.

This war caused panic among the princes, fearing that one day the Demon Lord would appoint another prince to go out on a whim. Who would not be afraid of such a life-and-death event?

Jia Heru was 15 years old at the time, and he was a hybrid of human and devil, so he was not taken seriously in the palace.He wasn't worried that he would be appointed as the general leading the army, but there would be no eggs left after the nest was overturned, so he also began to think about his own way out.

That day, when I came back from visiting Jia Wu, I passed by the demon king's sleeping hall. I didn't know what the copper coin saw, but I broke free from Jia Heru's hand and jumped straight to the sleeping hall.

Jiahe was in a hurry, and chased all the way to the veranda of the dormitory, but saw the kitten jumping into the half-covered flower window.I don't know which sutra was wrong, Jia Heru was pushed from behind by the little devil's desire to explore for no reason, and he also climbed into the flower window.

There is no one in the hall.Jia Heru softly called the kitten, but was led to the depths of the bedroom by the soft meow.

It was a small side hall, next to the Demon Lord's inner hall, the door was closed, and a special pattern was engraved on the door, like entangled branches, forming a complicated pattern.With two front paws resting on the door, the copper coin looked back at Gakhru.

Jia Heru squatted down and hugged the kitten with both hands. Suddenly, a spiritual force emanated from the cat, and a very complicated image suddenly appeared in Jia Heru's mind - the black gold nine-dragon lock.

This lock is extremely complicated, there is no key, and only spiritual power is used to walk in the lock and open the mechanism.

Jiaheru no longer remembers how to open the lock at that time, but only remembers that when the door was opened, his two legs shivered, and cold sweat soaked his vest.

The small hall is very elegantly decorated, there are not many furniture and decorations, but no matter the size of the objects, each piece is a treasure.Layers of light blue veils hung in the hall.As soon as the kitten entered the door, it quickly got into the veil.If Jiahe couldn't do it, he had to lift the veil and walk in.Where the bed was supposed to be, there was a huge crystal coffin.

The copper coin jumped onto the coffin lid nimbly, looked inside for a moment, and let out a soft cry.Jiahe seemed to have the illusion that the cat seemed to see a long-lost old friend, and its big round eyes were full of tenderness and nostalgia.

Walking forward lightly, Jia Heru looked into the coffin, and couldn't help being stunned.

It was a peerless beauty.Through the thick crystal cover, one can still see her exquisite figure and skin that can be broken by blows.She was lying there with a serene face, as if she was just taking a nap, and would soon lift her thick eyelashes and wake up with a smile.

Gahru stared blankly at the beauty, forgetting what he was going to do.

There was a light "click" at the door, which was the sound of the Xuanjin Jiulong lock being opened, and someone was coming!

Jia Heru picked up the cat and hurriedly retreated behind the veil.

A smell of alcohol poured in, and Asabo staggered in with a jug in his hand.

"Jing'er, I'm here." A vague voice sounded.The Demon Lord, who is usually high above the sky, now has disheveled hair on his temples, half-lying on the crystal coffin with no image, rubbing the coffin lid over and over again with trembling fingers, muttering in his mouth: "Jing'er, good Jing'er, Open your eyes, open your eyes and see me, okay? I really like you!"

Sliding on the ground, Asab leaned against the crystal coffin and took a sip of wine. "It's okay to hate me, as long as you can come back, as long as I can see you open your eyes, as long as you can stand up again..."

A low sob came from the heavy veil.

That day Asabo stayed in the small hall until the middle of the moon and then staggered away. Gakhru hid for another half an hour before unlocking and leaving with the cat in his arms.

From then on, Jiaheru began to carefully inquire about the beautiful woman named Jing'er, and went to the library of the magic palace to look through the palace archives, but was surprised to find that no one in the huge palace knew about this past, and there was no one in the archives. There is no record.

"I still haven't figured out who that beauty is. I only heard from Canaan that her surname is Lan, Lan Jing'er." Zhang Jinjin sighed, "It's not a waste of effort. When I was looking through the palace archives, It was found that there was another sixth prince living outside. I went to the Soul Lamp Palace to check the soul lamp, and finally confirmed that the lamp should belong to the sixth prince who had never met before."

"Then how can you be sure that I am the sixth prince in your story?" Gu Qingqiao asked.

"You have to ask Canaan about this!" The other party was his elder, but Zhang Jinjin's tone was not respectful at all: "I don't know how that old fox knew, it just so happened that one day, he found out that a servant secretly wanted to enter the soul lamp. Dian, I was tied up to ask, and only then did I know that Canaan was secretly investigating the soul lamp of the sixth prince. Later, I wanted to develop business in the world, but he took the initiative to find me and provided a large amount of financial support to exchange for the soul lamp. .”

"Hmph," Zhang Jinjin said with a sneer, "that old fox is really lucky, he asked the right person."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Gu Qingqiao and said: "Sounds a bit absurd, right? It seems that it was arranged by the heavens. Canaan and I were separated alone. No one can help you to be reborn, but we just got together. If You must get an explanation, just think that you died unjustly, God can't see it and wants to help you!"

Gu Qingqiao was silent for a while, and said: "You are for business about rebirth, and he is for that thousand-year agreement?" Although he knew that his rebirth would be used by others, but now he really knows The reason is still ironic.

"It's not just because of these. Since that year, Asabo has become a lunatic, with ups and downs. He provokes wars from time to time and appoints princes with the blood of the Northern Emperor to lead the army. After decades, the adult prince is not To die in battle is to be handicapped, and they all wither."

"All withered?" Gu Qingqiao looked at him and said, "Aren't you still there?"

"Me?" Zhang Jinjin sneered and said, "My mother is an ordinary female slave of the human race. In the eyes of the demon race, a human-devil hybrid like me has weakened the magic power in my blood and cannot bear the responsibility of sealing. I have been in the palace since I was a child." It was not taken seriously in China, but now it seems that it is a blessing in disguise."

"Aren't I also a mixed race? Am I different from you?" Gu Qingqiao wondered.

"I have to ask Canaan about this." Zhang Jinjin was also at a loss about this, and continued the previous topic: "Asabo mobilized the power of the whole region to expand the army, intending to unify the Demon Realm and then the Three Realms. The Demon Realm has lost a lot of power over the years. Blood, if the Millennium Agreement expires and cannot be curbed, it will be an earth-shattering catastrophe, which will not only be detrimental to the Demon Realm, but also endanger the Central Plains. And he himself is planning to take advantage of the chaos and move south. If he is allowed to succeed, he will be devastated. Between the heaven and the earth, and between the three races of humans, monsters and demons, although there are always frictions, there has always been a delicate balance. It is said that 1000 years ago, it was because of the imbalance of the three realms that the heavens sent a disaster of fire and flames, causing countless deaths and injuries in the three realms. Fortunately, the leaders of the Three Realms at that time cooperated together and sealed Nanyuan together, so the Three Realms survived."

Zhang Jinjin paused, and then said: "Although the seal is completed, the power of the Three Realms is limited after all against the heavens. Every 1000 years, the direct blood of the three people needs to strengthen the seal again. Now that a thousand years have passed, if the Northern Demon Royal Family really Only Asabo has the ability to participate in the seal, and he ignores it, fearing that disaster will come again."

The devil, the war, the disaster, all of these made Gu Qingqiao feel confused and confused, he rubbed his temples, and asked: "According to what you said, Canaan offered me the relic of the ancestor of the devil, and his condition is Do you want me to participate in the seal of the earth fire?"

"Yes." Mu Lin, who had been silent all this time, said, "Canaan said that the Demon Ancestor Relic will allow you to recast the magic crystal, and even gain part of the power of the ancestor, plus the blood of the Northern Emperor you own. Canaan believes that you He will be the best candidate to seal the millennium disaster."

"If you say it like this, I can't do it even if I don't agree." Gu Qingqiao sighed: "But I'm not that noble. What are you talking about for the Demon Realm and the Three Realms? After my skills recover, I still have my own things to do. That Canaan, I also have something to ask him."

"No problem." Zhang Jinjin took the tea from Mu Lin and finished it in one gulp. "There are not so many selfless people in this world. I don't believe you if you really want nothing. As long as our interests are the same, what are you going to do?" I have no opinion, and I will provide you with the necessary help."

He stood up and said with a smile: "If Uncle Huang has thought it through, we will start to prepare."

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