The third world does not cross the demon

"Yue, Brother Yue, you, what are you talking about?" Princess Luo Yun's eyes dodged, not daring to look at Young Master Lian Yue's eyes as beautiful as the moonlight.

Even Young Master Yue stared closely at Princess Luoyun without saying a word, the air in the room seemed to freeze instantly, making it difficult to breathe.

Princess Luoyun rubbed her skirt nervously, and the skirt on both sides of her hands was wrinkled like mud by her.

The time passed by like this, neither of them spoke again, and the air was so dull that one could faint directly.

Even Young Master Yue was not in a hurry, simply leaning his legs, sitting on the large main seat, picked up the teacup without any haste, blew lightly, and sipped the tea gracefully...

"Well, Brother Yue, you know it!" Princess Luo Yun seemed to have found an excuse in her heart, her eyes were flickering and she secretly glanced at Young Master Lian Yue who was sipping tea, seeing that he looked fine, she continued:

"I have never been involved in my father's affairs! This monk is used by my father. If he really hurt Brother Yue, I don't know..."

Young Master Lian Yue casually let out an "Oh?"

He gently put down the teacup, and it landed on the table, making a muffled sound, but this light touch made people tremble with fear.

"That, that, Brother Yue, you, don't you believe in Yun'er?" Princess Luo Yun was like a frightened little rabbit, her eyes were red with anxiety, and she almost cried out.

"Letter!" Young Master Lian Yue picked up his teacup again, took a sip of tea, and said a word lightly.

Princess Luoyun took a peek at Young Master Lian Yue, seeing that he was still just enjoying himself and continuing to taste, he let out a sigh of relief.

Just when she was complacent that her little scheme had easily succeeded, Young Master Lian Yue turned into a cloud of black devilish energy and disappeared.

"Brother Yue! Brother Yue!" Princess Luoyun flew anxiously to the chair, looking at the table covered with hot tea and still emitting a faint aroma, but Young Master Lian Yue had disappeared.

"Brother Yue, where did you go? Why didn't you take Yun'er with you?" Princess Luo Yun stomped her feet resentfully, and staggered and fell on the chair.

At this time, a group of black shadows broke through the window like a ghost.

"What, who is it?" Princess Luoyun flew into the air at once, and the purple fan was thrown out instantly.

She looked around vigilantly, but there was nothing, as if the black shadow just now was her eyes dazzled.

"This, how is it possible?" Princess Luoyun's two beautiful and delicate eyebrows were twisted together.

Unexpectedly, that ghostly black shadow appeared behind her in an instant, and the poor Princess Luoyun didn't even cry out, just disappeared out of nowhere like steam...

At this time, Wan'er took out the jade-colored knife that she had cherished for many years, and stuck it on her cheek like a treasure.

"Brother, do you remember? This is the gift you gave Wan'er for her birthday when you were seven years old..." Wan'er's eyes were dim with tears, as if she saw Zhu Xin when she was a child, holding the newly made jade in her hand. He took the small knife and handed it to him.

"Wan'er, this is from my brother!" Xiao Zhuxin pinched Wan'er's little cheek happily.

"Thank you, brother! My brother treats Wan'er the best!" The former Zeng Wan'er was also an indifferent little girl.

"My brother made this with his own hands! Hee hee! In the future, Wan'er will bring it with her, and no one will dare to bully Wan'er!" Xiao Zhuxin used her immature fist to make a decent gesture in front of Wan'er few times.

Xiao Wan'er was so happy that she clapped her hands and jumped up...

"Brother, brother, do you still remember that when Wan'er called you to my room that day, there was really a magic weapon prepared for you..." After Wan'er finished speaking, she stretched out her jade hand and held it with a cold light. The sword shines brightly in the sun...

Wan'er held the big knife in her hand, took advantage of the situation to imitate her heart, and danced a few times, the big knife was really cold, and the sharp blade shone coldly in the sun.

After the dance, Wan'er gently stroked the cold blade of the big knife, and murmured: "Brother, do you know? This is the ten-thousand-year cold iron that Wan'er stole in the fairyland when she was performing a mission, and it was made by Wan'er herself." Refined..."

After a long time, two lines of cold tears flowed from the corners of Wan'er's eyes, and dripped on the big knife, making a crisp "tick" sound.

"But brother, you will never see it again..." Wan'er closed her eyes in heartbreak, letting her tears keep falling...

After an unknown amount of time, Wan'er flicked her sleeves, and a big crater was blown out by her sharp sword energy beside the peach blossom tree...

Wan'er carefully put the big knife into it, touched the handle lightly, carved the word "Zhu Xin", then waved her sleeve again to bury the knife...

What she still doesn't know is that her master, Prince Lian Yue, is no longer in the Demon Realm, and the "quasi-princess" in that house has also been kidnapped and disappeared...

Monk Budu had just arrived in the human world at this time, he looked up and smiled self-deprecatingly, isn't this the temple where he met Young Master Lian Yue for the first time?

However, after thousands of years of vicissitudes, this temple has already been full of incense, and people come and go...

"Amitabha!" Monk Budu respectfully bowed to the golden body of the Buddha's Dharma image in the temple from a distance.

"Hey, Monk! You run really fast!" A familiar and lazy male voice came from behind Monk Budu.

After hearing this, Monk Budu froze in place as if struck by lightning. Obviously, his arm holding the Buddhist beads trembled.

"What? Are you a monk afraid of me?" Young Master Lian Yue put his jaded hand directly on Monk Budu's shoulder.

A familiar smell instantly filled Monk Budu's nostrils, and the temperature in Master Lian Yue's palm was still the same as before, and he could clearly feel his heartbeat through the thick monk's robe...

"Little monk..." Monk Budu still didn't look back, he didn't know how to face Young Master Lian Yue who had lost his memory at this time.

Lian Yue, Lian Yue, I hope you can remember...

However, Xiaoseng hopes that you will never remember...

"Hey! Why don't you dare to look back at me, monk?" Young Master Lian Yue suddenly felt that he enjoyed watching this monk act guilty in front of him.

Seeing that Monk Budu was still in a daze, not daring to turn his head, pretending to be dignified, but his rough breathing betrayed his calm appearance.

"Could it be that there is something on me that can restrain you?" Young Master Lian Yue deliberately took a step closer to Monk Budu, and he was so wicked that he deliberately thickened his breathing, and a wave of his own unique heat rushed towards Budu Monk's ear.

Monk Budu felt a wave of heat running along his ears and hitting his brain directly.His whole body trembled.

Even Young Master Yue was not in a hurry, the corners of his mouth were raised and his eyes were smiling, he was very satisfied with Monk Budu's reaction.

Sure enough, I was able to disrupt the concentration of the Buddhist power in the Western Paradise.

This shows that in the "Magic Secret Realm", what the monster said is true.

After confirming this point, even Young Master Yue was not in a hurry, closed his eyes and greedily smelled the unique sandalwood fragrance on Monk Budu's body.

In just a few minutes, Monk Budu silently recited hundreds of Buddha's mantras before he calmed down gradually. He took a deep breath, took a step forward, and left the "dangerous distance" of Young Master Lian Yue. Only then slowly turned around.

However, under the bright April sun in the human world, Monk Budu's sharp and resolute face was stained with a thin layer of warm orange. After this layer of orange, there is a hint of gentle fireworks...

Young Master Lian Yue was stunned. Looking at this monk from a close distance, he is really handsome beyond the mundane, making people uncontrollable...

Monk Budu saw Young Master Lian Yue staring at him obsessively, and his thoughts that had just calmed down were once again confused. He saw Young Master Lian Yue's beautiful eyes like the moon, slightly raised red lips, and a seductive beauty mole at the corner of his eye, which seemed to be picked by others fruit, waiting to be tasted...

The two looked at each other, and even though their hearts were like surging waves, layer after layer of waves were turning up, but on the surface they were as calm as the surface of a lake.

The two just looked at each other quietly, as if they were the only ones left in the bustling city...

"Get out of the way! The Seventh Prince is looking for the street! Shut up all the idlers!" A few shouts not far away broke the short-lived peace of the two of them.

"Made!" Young Master Lian Yue clenched his fists angrily when he heard the name!Just wanting to seek revenge on him!I didn't expect this fellow to deliver it to the door!

As if reading minds, Monk Budu grabbed Young Master Lian Yue, with the wind blowing under his feet, he dodged a few times and came to a hill far away from the market.

"Monk, do you know that your actions have hindered my good deeds?" Young Master Lian Yue tilted his head and asked sullenly.

"Amitabha" Budu put his hands together and said, "I just don't want the people in the human world to suffer!"

"Hmph!" Young Master Lian Yue sneered, "As the Prince of the Demon Race, what about a living creature in charcoal? But you, a monk, why do you want to spoil my good deeds?"

"Could it be that you forgot why you had to escape from death to get back the heart of the monster?" Monk Budu stared into the eyes of Young Master Lian Yue with deep eyes.

Lian Yue, Lian Yue, you only remember to kill monsters and get their hearts. Have you forgotten what the little monk told you?

"I..." Young Master Lian Yue stared blankly, and his two beautiful eyebrows were knit together.

That's right, the seventh prince can be killed only by getting back the heart of the monster, but how could this monk know these things so clearly?

"That's because this little monk told you all this!" Monk Budu turned around, no longer looking directly into Young Master Lian Yue's eyes, and spoke calmly.

Master Lian Yue's heart ached, and it was this monk again...

My seat, how many past events are related to you?

"Besides, after obtaining the heart of a monster, I need to obtain another treasure..." The back of the monk Budu was in this lush forest, a little white among the thousands of greens, extremely holy.

"Phoenix Essence!" Young Master Lian Yue blurted out.

Monk Budu closed his eyes, recalling the scene when he talked and laughed happily with Young Master Lian Yue...

It's just that now Lian Yue only remembers the spirit of the phoenix, but forgets that he told it...

"Monk, are you telling me these things?" Young Master Lian Yue moved in front of the monk in an instant, staring closely at his ancient well-like eyes, as if he wanted to see through his thoughts.

"You, you remember?" A bright light in the eyes of Monk Budu illuminated Young Master Lianyue's mood.

"I..." Young Master Lian Yue only felt his heart ache unbearably, he clutched his chest for a while and was speechless.

Seeing Monk Budu, the sadness in the corner of his eyes flashed, and he once again flashed the Buddha's light and fled away in an instant...

Lian Yue, Lian Yue, you are in such pain, you should forget about this little monk forever and ever...

If the little monk doesn't show up anymore, you won't be heartbroken anymore...

"Monk, where are you going?" Young Master Lian Yue saw that Monk Budu had disappeared, and his heart no longer ached, he stomped his feet angrily.

Why does my heart ache unbearably just trying to remember something about this monk?

This, what happened?

If I and this monk are really what the monster said, why does he hide when he sees me?

Why would I forget him?

Young Master Lian Yue was restless, so he decided to ask Wan'er to clarify.

In the "Prince Temple" in the demon world, Wan'er dressed in plain clothes and took off all her jewelry, just like a white jasmine flower under the moonlight.

She touched Zhu Xin's tombstone under the peach blossom tree, and said lightly: "Brother, don't worry! From now on, you just need to rest here! Protect Your Highness, leave it to Wan'er..."

At this time, a beautiful young man wearing a black noble uniform suddenly appeared in front of her.

"My subordinate pays homage to Your Highness!" Wan'er's voice was still cold, but mixed with a trace of hoarseness and imperceptible sadness.

"Wan'er..." Young Master Lian Yue pursed his lips, took a long breath, and then squeezed out the words "sorry!" from his mouth.

"Yes!" Wan'er nodded as if carrying out an order, without any emotion.

"After I rule the demon world, I must build him the largest tomb of the demon clan!" Young Master Lian Yue didn't know how to comfort Wan'er.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Wan'er was like an emotionless machine, answering without any delay.

"Wan'er, you are the most loyal secret guard in this seat!" Young Master Lian Yue sighed, asking Wan'er if it was a bit inappropriate at this time.

"Your Highness, please make it clear! Wan'er must know everything!" Wan'er is very smart, and she can see at a glance that there is something in what Young Master Lian Yue said.

"I lost all the memories with that monk Budu, and my heart hurts unbearably when I saw him. Why?" Young Master Lian Yue chose to get straight to the point.

Wan'er bit her lower lip lightly, choosing to remain silent.

"I know that you must have some unspeakable difficulties!" Young Master Lian Yue paused and continued: "But, Wan'er, I have already guessed a rough idea..."