9000 years

When the news of the battle in the West Land was reported back to the Demon Realm, Qiong Ji was discussing matters with everyone in the main hall. The little demon who was in charge of delivering the news was kneeling in the hall.

Qiong Ji knew about the news that the Heavenly Realm sent troops to the West, especially after learning that the Heavenly Realm only sent Fu Yu and Yun Yi, he didn't take it seriously. Fuyu is very energetic, and he is also a child who has never seen the big world. He can't make any splashes. He even predicted the ending in advance. In just a few hours, the opponent wiped out all his proud elite soldiers, leaving no one alive. How is this possible?

"Any other news?"

"Elder Zhi, no...no more..."

In addition to not being alive, he didn't catch even a tiny bit of news. What happened to Xi Di?

In the stalemate, there was a sudden echo in the empty hall, a Yin Yedie flew in with fluttering wings, Qiong Ji stretched out his hand, but before he touched it, the butterfly feathers spontaneously ignited strangely, and then a strange ancient sound came from The wings flow out, far and wide, but it is not a soothing tune, the ethereal notes are mixed with subtle fluctuations, it sounds like the rustling wind before the mountain rain is about to come.

Qiong Ji was shocked. Looking at the wings that were almost burnt out, he uttered two shocking words: "Magic sound..."

"Magic sound?"

The hall suddenly became noisy. Most people in today's demon world have never heard of the magic sound. The demon race has been extinct for a long time, and it has become a history-like existence in the Three Realms. Few people take the initiative to mention it, but the magic sound is the same as the demon race. Words are indeed ancient legends that cannot be erased through time and space.

The sound of magic can be heard, and it can control the world. When the demons are born, there will never be peace in the Three Realms.

Feng Luo suddenly hugged Qiong Ji tightly from behind, and then waved his wide sleeves, completely fanning the burning butterfly into powder, a gust of wind blew up in the hall, waiting for the courtiers standing in the hall to turn around, Qiong Ji above Both Fengluo and Fengluo are gone.

A group of people suddenly woke up from their dreams, chattering about what they had just seen.

"My father was killed by the heavenly soldiers in that war..."

"My brother died in Westland yesterday..."

"Hey, the day the city of the Eastern Realm fell was the king's birthday..."

One sentence and one sentence are all painful memories that are buried deep in the memory and dare not think too much, but in just a moment, the memory that has been buried for a long time seems to be reborn, and it clearly emerges in front of the eyes. Blood, screaming, despair, every picture It's hard to touch, it's a blood feud that can't be let go even after crossing the Wangchuan River, it's an old grudge from the heaven and the demon world.

Qiong Ji was carried all the way back to the dormitory, Feng Luo pressed his head with one hand and firmly pressed him on his shoulder.

Feng Luo didn't know what Qiong Ji saw just now, but he knew that it would definitely not be such a good memory. From the moment Qiong Ji suddenly appeared in front of him and killed his parents in the raging fire, he knew that this rhythm was not a good thing , He used all his strength to prevent the sound from continuing to enter his ears, and the person in front of him was obviously controlled by the magic sound.

"Are you okay?" Feng Luo put the person on the bed firmly, and squatted in front of the person, carefully brushing away Qiong Ji's hair that was scattered in front of his eyes.

Qiong Ji was a little dazed, he looked blankly at Feng Luo in front of him, and the images of him killing his parents and brothers and sisters repeated in his mind.

Everyone in the world agrees that Qiong Ji is unintentional, only he knows how panicked and scared he was when he did these things.

He slowly hugged Feng Luo in front of him, trying to find some comfort from that warm body, he kept telling himself in his heart, you only have the person in front of you left.

The person in his arms caressed his back, and the person who had always been dull and silent kept repeating: "It's okay, it's okay..."

The matter between Feng Luo and Qiong Ji is a bit unbelievable to say, they are both enemies and lovers, both monarchs and ministers but also close friends, the chaos of their relationship is unsurpassed in the Three Realms.

If you want to go back, it was about a long time ago, when Qiong Ji was just a little prince before he ascended the throne of God.

Feng Luo was originally an unknown little demon in the demon world. He lived with his parents, brothers and sisters in a town east of the demon world. Whenever the demon world was chaotic, some people in the town started to revolt, starving to death was death, it would be better to find a way to survive with the sword, Feng Luo was still young at the time, so he didn't understand these things.When Qiongji led the demon soldiers to attack the town, his parents put him and his sister in a tree hole, and the whole city was burned, and the crying of despair almost never stopped, and they hid in the tree for three days and three days. At night, the sounds outside gradually subsided, and she was so hungry that Feng Luo's sister desperately climbed out of the tree hole to find food, and then never came back.Feng Luo hid in the tree hole and witnessed with his own eyes the scene where his parents and other people in the town were killed by Qiong Ji. He watched in a daze, and wanted to run out but was held down by his sister.

Later he was discovered, and a ferocious demon soldier took him out of the tree hole and brought him in front of Qiongji. Looking at the hungry and drowsy Xiao Fengluo in front of him, he didn't know which muscle was twitched, but he actually saved him from the death penalty and brought him with him.

Afterwards, it was Qiong Ji who brought him back to the Wan Yao Palace, and watched him grow up, stand firm, evenly matched with himself, and finally willingly submit to his body and completely merge into one body.

Those blood feuds were also worn away day after day, and finally blossomed.

Qiong Ji said, if you want to kill me for revenge, of course you can, I am here, but there is no one else in the heart you pierced, it is all you.

Feng Luo couldn't stand such words, but his parents had to avenge their deep hatred, so he held the knife in Qiong Ji's hand tightly in the dark night, and cut a bloody gash on his neck. Looking at him calmly, watching him lower his head, lick off the oozing blood little by little, and then crash into his body without warning, those old grievances dissipated like this.

Old grievances are easy to erase, and traces are hard to erase. Even though Feng Luo has let go of his heart, the memory has not changed with his thoughts, so the moment the magic sound hits his ears, the most painful scenes are still easily evoked.

There was thunder outside the house, Qiong Ji raised his head, the blankness in his eyes disappeared, and he became as calm and ruthless as before.

"Demon Race, heh..."

The race that had passed away for tens of thousands of years unexpectedly came back to life in an unimaginable way, and what did you want to do by giving yourself such a big gift as soon as it came?

He thought of the West Land that had just been destroyed not long ago, and it suddenly became clear that the place that he couldn't understand before was actually the Demon Race.

It seems that the days of peace in the Three Realms are really coming to an end.

Fuyu returned to Tiangong with Si's order to return to Tiangong. The lights in Lingxiao Hall were brightly lit. Tianjun stood up immediately when he heard the news that Yunyi's spirit vein was broken. His eyes were fixed on Fuyu, but when he saw the man covered in blood, When the strands of hair fell loose, he was so angry that he could only hold back, and finally left the hall in a hurry and went to Yun Yi's bedroom.

But the recovered Westland was ignored by no one.

Fu Yu turned around and glanced at the back of Tianjun going away, his expression was not obvious, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Si Ming has been quietly looking at the people around him, he always feels that Fu Yu seems to be different.

After dispersing, Fuyu went back to Shangwu Palace, Si Ming wanted to go to Baichongtian first, but when he got to the end, he turned a corner and went to Shenyun Palace.

The little fairy envoy stood at the entrance of the main hall, seeing people coming in, hurriedly greeted them.

"You are back, Xingjun."

"Well, is there any change in the emperor's star position?"

The little fairy envoy opened the door for someone, and said: "No, since Mr. Xing left..." He suddenly stopped at this point, then scratched his head, and muttered, "I seem to have forgotten something. , but see for yourself, everything is normal now."

What the immortal emissary forgot was the short-term loss of color of Xuanli's star position.

The star position suddenly dimmed, and Xiaoxian turned around in a hurry. He couldn't think of a solution. After thinking about it, he went out to chase after Si Ming. The man, that man was dressed in white clothes like snow, and looked elegant and upright. The fairy envoy had never seen such a man in the sky, and thought he was some new immortal monarch, so he hurriedly saluted and bowed, but the man just gave him a faint glance. Then he passed by him and pushed open the door behind him. The emissary was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to exit, he felt dizzy and the figure of the man became blurred. The light of the star position was flowing, and everything was normal, the little fairy shook his head, only to feel that he had fallen asleep.

Si Ming stared at Xuanli's star position, the eight directions returned to the position, and the golden light flowed. It seemed that there was no problem, but there was always a faint uneasiness in his heart, as if something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

He looked at it for a while, wondering if he was worrying too much, so he left Shenyun Palace and planned to go to Baichongtian and Xuanlitong to breathe, but before he arrived at Shangwu Palace, he bumped into Kun who was in a hurry. Yuan, the man looked flustered. Seeing Si Ming, he quickly grabbed the man's sleeve and said, "Xing Jun, go and see my little highness, he...he..."

Kun Yuan stuttered when he was in a hurry, and he hadn't changed it for thousands of years. Si Ming hurried to Shangwu Palace. As soon as he entered the gate of the mansion, a dull bloody smell rushed over his face. He was stunned and followed the smell. Go to the sleeping hall at the back, but there is a layer of restraint on the door of the sleeping hall, and the crimson light is flowing, as if covered by Lihuo.

Si Ming didn't dare to knock on the door lightly, so he stood at the door and shouted: "Fu Yu, are you alright?"

The upper body of the person in the hall was naked and naked. Hearing this, he opened his eyes, his blood-like pupils were horrifying, and a silver thread was scattered on his shoulders. He took his breath back and said softly, "I'm fine."

The chest of the person sitting on the bed was bleeding continuously, and the opening that Yun Yi had torn apart not long ago was torn open again. If you look carefully, you will find that the bones lying in the middle of the blood are slowly moving, and the meridians are broken. After falling and connecting, the blood almost stained his whole body red.

Si Ming was still standing outside the hall, the smell of blood was too strong, he had to worry.

"Fu Yu, you release the restriction, I'll take a look at you."

The bones in the chest finally found the right position, and the full spiritual energy immediately flowed through the bones. He supported the edge of the bed and panted heavily, and then put his palm on the bloody opening on his chest, and the skin slowly healed.

The moment everything was healed, Fuyu fell down from the bed, the barrier covering the door shook, and finally stabilized, the smell gradually faded, he got up from the ground, changed his clothes, and slowly Removed the enchantment.

Si Ming rushed in hurriedly, Fu Yu's face was pale, and there was still a faint blush on his chest, which could be clearly recognized even after changing clothes. Si Ming grabbed the man's collar and asked sharply, "How did you do this?"

The blood spilled out again after being pulled by him like this, Fu Yu glanced at him, hesitated to speak, which added fire to Si Ming's heart.

"Yun Yi again?"

Fu Yu stretched out his hand to pull him, but Si Ming threw him away before he could speak, with a cold expression as if he wanted to eat someone.

"What a heavenly prince, he actually learned how to fight in the nest and kill his own people!"

He rummaged through his sleeve to find a white porcelain bottle and handed it over: "This is Laojun's Healing Pill, you take it, I'll find you a heavenly doctor."

"No, it's almost fine, and you'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Si Ming was completely irritated, sometimes he really didn't understand the person in front of him, whether he was born to be bullied or what, he could bear it even if he had his stomach ripped open, but Fu Yu couldn't bear it if he could bear it.

"It's okay, right? Heh...Fengling lost his life just to let you ruin him like this? Are you worthy of him who suffered the torture of life and death? He is a majestic emperor for you, and now he treats people like ghosts and ghosts. In the pool, being criticized by the Three Realms, how about you? You think the sky will read you a word if you don’t say a word, do you know that you were..." He suddenly stopped.

Fu Yu froze on the spot, stared at Si Ming in astonishment, and asked for a while, "What am I supposed to be?"

Si Ming put away the expression on his face, and walked away with a bang.

Fu Yu stared at his back, but the blank expression on his face seemed to be torn apart suddenly. When the person walked away, the corner of the mouth of the person standing there slowly curled up. The blood flowed continuously from his chest, but it didn't come from his It oozes out from the skin, he raised his fingertips to touch a little bit and rubbed it lightly, the red smudge faded, and finally became transparent, he picked up the handkerchief on one side and shook his hand in disgust, whispering: "Time It's still early, what's the rush?"