God has some double standards

Since returning from the market that day, Yaoyao hasn't shown a smile for a long time.

The royal family of Mobei embarked on the journey back to the country, and the last bit of hustle and bustle in the royal palace of Yaodu, which was different from Yuanyuan, also went away.

Yaoyao has become a porcelain statue again, maybe a slight vibration will shatter him completely.

It's a pity that Achille may not be able to understand this feeling. He only knows that what he wants should be firmly held in the palm of his hand, and he must never let go.

Yaoyao is like a bird trapped in a gorgeous cage. It looks infinitely beautiful, but her heart died early.At least, he thought so himself.

Unexpectedly, things are hard to say.Things in the world always seem to be hard to say.

The sun was very strong that day, there was no breeze and rain, and there was no noise of cicadas, so it was very suitable for a short rest in the pavilion near the water.

It was still the rockery near the water and the priest who spoke without restraint.

"What does Achille mean?" the priest shouted, "Didn't he say he wouldn't let him be cured? Now he can't be cured, so he asked me to treat him. What do you mean he is not sick?"

"Master, the wall has ears! The wall has ears!" The little apprentice stomped his feet anxiously as a reminder.

"I'm afraid of him!" The gray-haired old priest stared.

"Bold!" The guard accompanying Yaoyao couldn't hold back, and went out in a cold sweat to stop the priest, "How dare you criticize the prince casually behind your back!"

If Achille finds out, they may lose a layer of skin at least, or lose their lives at worst.

Yaoyao asked the maid to open the curtain and draw up the veil.

With a pale face, he stretched out his thin wrist bones, leaned on the railing, and looked at the priest over the pool: "Is there anything I can't hear?"

The guard knelt down in panic, shouting "dare not".

The accompanying maid didn't know anything, but was touched by the dignified atmosphere and knelt down in panic.

"Is there anything I can't know?" Yuan Yao looked at the priest, "Priest, why don't you tell me?"

The old priest snorted coldly with disdain: "I don't know what happened to Achille. At the beginning, he obviously said that you were ashamed and unwilling to treat your hands, but now he asked me to treat you. He didn't What is sickness? Am I wrong?"

"My heart is like ashes..." Yaoyao couldn't help shaking the vermilion-colored hand that was holding her, "You don't want to heal your hand?"

The old priest looked at Yaoyao's bloodless face, couldn't bear it and spurned his own unbearableness, and threw up his sleeves and left.

"Princess..." the guard muttered.

"Don't tell him what happened today." Yaoyao grasped the hand of Lanshan by the pool so hard that the meridian became prominent, as if it was about to burst out of the skin.

But there has never been an impenetrable wall in the world.

Archie soon found out about it.

That night, he patiently coaxed Yaoyao to fall asleep, then put on his coat again and left the palace.

Yaoyao opened his eyes, looked at the curtain on the top, and took out the relics left by his mother - the life-saving magic weapon that he would rather die with the snake demon, the famous "Yan Guo Wuhen" of their Yan Clan. .

Achille touched the priest's bedroom, covered his mouth, and cut his throat neatly to slaughter the demon without saying a word.The blood splattered and was blocked by the bed curtain, and it just flowed quietly along the side of the bed.

But beside the door he couldn't see, Yaoyao covered his mouth, his eyes were full of water, and he was precarious.

He followed Achille all the way into the depths of the dense forest, and saw Achile throw the body down expressionlessly and teleport away.

Time is running out, and if Achille goes back, it won't be long before he finds that the thing on his bed is just a puppet.

Yaoyao gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and jumped down the long and narrow valley.

He fell into a formation.

Inside the formation are corpses one after another. When the blood dries up, the flesh is sucked and turned into a skeleton.

Yaoyao saw an extremely bright head in the corpse.

He staggered and ran over.

It turned out that he was really a monk. He died peacefully, and there was a slight smile on his solemn and solemn face, which was an out-and-out compassionate look.Yaoyao seemed to hear his relieved voice: "It's better not to get lost." And it seemed to hear him say: "So that's how it is, I understand."

Behind the monk, the old roe deer stared slightly in disbelief, with a white line of blood in his throat.

Looking left, right, and backward, those who coveted him, those who hurt him, and those who didn't serve him well are all here.Even, there was the big demon who taught him how to fight... what else did he not understand.

Yaoyao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he just spit out a mouthful of extremely thick blood, gradually turning from transparent to invisible to a complete human form.

Archie knew him better than Yaoyao imagined.He only glanced at it, and before he got close, he knew that it was just a puppet with a distant breath.

He teleported here with an ugly face, staring at Yaoyao's back with scorching eyes.

He could feel Archie coming from afar, and he turned his head: "Achle, why did you design to make me fall in love with you?"

Why?Achille thought, probably from the time when he saw the little goose demon falling to the bottom of the cliff, with a snake demon and another little gray goose behind him, he suddenly felt a subtle pity for the same kind.

Or, when he made up his mind to keep this little demon by his side and would not hesitate to cut off its wings, but he unexpectedly became the person who saved him instead of the person he saved in the scene he arranged, then A heart that had been cold for a long time warmed up slightly.

Or, in the long-term self-arranged and self-directed drama, unconsciously, he becomes the one who is addicted and cannot extricate himself.

Archie couldn't tell anymore.

"Yaoyao, you are mine. From the first moment I saw you, I knew that you should be mine."

Yaoyao closed her eyes and fell back.

He was tired, really tired.

The distant vitality is constantly passing away.

Achille watched him more and more closely, wishing he could be tied by his side, watching him all the time.

Yaoyao seemed to have become indifferent, and Achille did what he said.

Occasionally, he accidentally got hurt, and when Achille had a seizure, his bones began to shake uncontrollably.

Fear seemed to be engraved in his blood, no matter how hard he tried to calm down, he couldn't cover it up.

"Achle, look, I'm starting to be afraid of you." He thought to himself.

The curtains and curtains of the pavilion near the water were all removed, and half of the wall was directly opened up, and it was brought into the palace area.

Faintly heard rumors in the distance that he was a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country and the people.

Facing the water from afar, touching his pale and thin cheeks, he thought, isn't he just the demon concubine?

Before the rumors about the demon concubine had time to spread, Achile took the throne and became king.

No matter how old and strong Su Gele is, he is still old, and it is time to re-enter reincarnation.He hesitated again and again, and finally passed the throne to Achille through the resolution of the hundred officials and the hundred demons in the royal city.

Yaoyao never knew that even though it was absurd, Achille would be so popular.

But I have to say that even if Achille is nothing, as one of the kings, he is really competent.

If you don't mention his long-cherished sleepiness, he will be exhausted.It was because he was able to let go of himself, learn the ways of governing the country of the countries in the human world, and at the same time make some adjustments based on the situation of the demon world itself, and vigorously implemented a series of policies that benefited the people and promoted the prosperity of the demon race.

Not to mention, he has always judged merit regardless of relatives, with clear rewards and punishments. On the premise of not involving Yaoyao, he is like an old father who treats his subordinates with ease and justice, strict and benevolent.

The biggest problem among the demon clan is to focus on the strong and abandon the weak, and he also took care of these long-standing problems. He learned from the human world and opened a lonely garden. Anyone who has a single old friend who can't survive on his own will be adopted and given as a gift. With food and clothing.

As a result, the crowd of Yaozu worshiped and admired him endlessly, shouting "My lord is wise".

Resistance is not without, but he always understates it, and he will not care about those so-called nobles who refuse to make concessions because of their interests.

They clamored for national subjugation and loss of dignity.

Achille licked his lips, and said with a sneer: "A bunch of trash, who can't fight in martial arts, and stupid as a pig in papers, keep it to burn money?"

He firmly promoted his own policy initiatives and never gave up.

He was assassinated, and before the guards could react, he killed the head by himself, pinched the monster's neck and said, "Trash."

I don't know who I'm scolding.

Turning his head, wiped off the blood on his hands, and returned to the bedroom, he was the king who cared about the queen again.

Yaoyao had to admit that if he was just an ordinary citizen of the demon world, he would also kneel and submit to Achille.If there were no such things that overwhelmed him, he would still be a queen who admired her king.

But the most unspeakable thing in this world is what if.

There is no such thing as a living thing that will come again and forget all the past.

He stretched out his hand and caught a piece of fallen snow, shivering from the cold.

Achille hugged him from behind and wrapped his hands with his generous hands.

The back of the hand is warm, but the palm is still cold.

What's the use?He thought, widening his eyes to see the overwhelming snow.

Spring is coming, and the rain is getting wet, staining the corners of clothes.

The wild geese started flying back north.

Achille took Yaoyao to the pasture to run horses.

Yaoyao's body was getting worse and worse, and his face turned pale after half a circle. Aqile wrapped him in two layers of outer clothes and placed him in a tent with the curtains open.

A lone goose flew by in the sky, and it probed to see it from afar, and gradually became fascinated by it, and chased each other all the way.

He ran and ran, ran and ran, and when he fell, he couldn't stop crying.

An arrow pierced the wind and pierced the wild goose's neck.

With a "snap", it fell to the ground, blood soaking the roots of the grass.

"Yaoyao, you can't leave me." Achille looked at him, hugged him tremblingly, "You can't even die."

Yaoyao opened a pair of blank eyes, looking at the empty sky.

He thought, how dare he leave?The life on his body was already so heavy, and he couldn't bear the life of a straw anymore.

But the geese... the geese died.

Thinking far away, he spit out another mouthful of blood.

Archie hugged him tighter.

Yaoyao's eyes began to turn gray.

He already felt that he didn't have a few days to live, so he smiled in relief.

He pulled Archie's sleeve and responded to him: "Achille, I will not leave you. Don't worry, I will never leave even if I die."

These revenge-seeking words of "I will never let you go even if I die", made Achile strangely calm down.