Douglas opened the door, only to find the room empty.
Ji Jinrong, who was supposed to be leaning there reading a book, went somewhere.
Douglas' heart suddenly shrank.
Where Ji Jinrong was originally sitting, there was a tiny, dazzling light that hurt Douglas' eyes. Douglas walked up quickly and picked up a ring that lay on the edge of the table.
Ring of Time.
This was created by a mage of the Mozu, and many things can be stored in it. Douglas opened the ring of time, and the first thing he saw was a letter, the font on it was still handsome and unrestrained.
"Douglas:
I have to go away for a while. I heard everything you said, and I am very glad that you have maintained me. Please believe me—I have very important matters to deal with. Please believe me. I will definitely meet you in the demon territory in the near future. I left some potions for you, and I didn't have time to sort out the list in a hurry, you can take a look at what is there, take it out and use it when you need it. PS Don't go to the auction house for appraisal. The old man in the auction house has been looking for me for a long time, and I will definitely not be his apprentice! "
The letter was extremely short, without explaining the reason or whereabouts, let alone what to do. At the end of the writing, the tone became extremely relaxed.
Douglas tightly squeezed the letter in his hand.
The liar!
The damned, cunning liar!
If he left together when the night adventure team evacuated, then he would never be swayed by him, and would never forgive his deception—but after he knew his heart and his own, how could he send He is considered an enemy!
This guy always does—
Always so confident.
When he sees him again, he must be stripped of his clothes and severely whipped dozens of times!
Douglas pursed his lips.
In the evening, Owen and Brown came back.
Their strength has clearly increased.
Owen was ashamed: "My lord..."
Douglas said: "You two have a good rest at night, and arrange for everyone else to take strength potions tomorrow. After the supplies are ready, we will set off immediately."
Since Ji Jinrong said he would never lie to him, he rushed over as fast as he could to see what Ji Jinrong was doing!
After Douglas ordered Owen and Brown, he heard someone report: "My lord, Elder Goblin wants to see you."
Douglas nodded and asked to be brought in.
The Elder Goblin looked anxious, with deep worry in his eyes. He stepped forward quickly and said, "Master Douglas, our young patriarch is gone!"
Douglas frowned: "The young patriarch?"
Elder Goblin said: "It was the child who bumped into you that day. He is our young patriarch. The young patriarch slipped out to play as usual during the day, and he hasn't come back yet."
Douglas' heart skipped a beat.
Thinking of the scene of Ji Jinrong arguing with that little goblin, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. Could it be that Ji Jinrong and that little goblin have known each other for a long time
Elder Goblin said: "It's like this. The reason why we are anxious to find you is because the former demon king has been trying to resurrect! Our young patriarch participated in the plan to kill the former demon king. If the former demon king is resurrected, we must There will be revenge!"
Douglas's heart was pounding: "How do you know the news that the former demon king tried to resurrect?"
The Elder Goblin said: "Our ancestors were responsible for building the 'heart' of the Black Demon Temple. At the beginning, the ancestors were afraid that the demons would cross the river and destroy the bridge, so they kept a hand in the 'heart'. The patriarch of the goblins can perceive it through the talent passed down in the blood. The place where the Demon Lord is! The young patriarch has been saying recently that he feels that the strength of the former Demon Lord is increasing bit by bit, and if this continues, the former Demon Lord will definitely be resurrected!"
Douglas said, "Do you know Gary?"
Elder Goblin looked at each other: "Gary?"
"Gary was about 23 or 20, but he looked like a teenager, with black hair and green eyes," Douglas said.
The goblin elder let out an "ah" and suddenly said, "That's the young patriarch's friend! When the young patriarch fell into a rage, it was his potion that helped a lot. So his name is Gary? Do you know him?"
Douglas said: "Yes, he should have left with your young patriarch."
He had roughly determined Ji Jinrong's whereabouts.
Ji Jinrong left with that little goblin.
Douglas clenched his fists slightly.
An unspeakable anxiety and depression piled on his heart. Did Ji Jinrong mean that he found traces of the former Demon Lord? He is going to mess up the resurrection plan of the former demon king with his friends
With a weak goblin patriarch and an equally weak adventure team
Douglas had never hated himself so much as at this moment.
He hated himself for not discovering his feelings for Ji Jinrong earlier.
I hate myself even more for not saying what I should have said a day earlier.
When Ji Jinrong heard that he arranged everything "after the destruction of the Black Demon Temple", he probably judged his position in his heart at that time, right? So Ji Jinrong left him with a short letter.
Ji Jinrong was going to cut off the thorns along the way as before, and then walked to him step by step with the bleeding wound all over his body.
For the first time Douglas found himself so incompetent.
This feeling of powerlessness seemed to slowly diffuse from the depths of his body, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Owen, Brown, and Elder Goblin all left.
Douglas actually had a deep sleepiness.
He walked to Ji Jinrong's room, lay down on Ji Jinrong's bed and closed his eyes.
He had a long dream.
At that time, he saw the sick child lying on the bed for the first time.
Small, frail, as if dying at any moment.
He hates this kind of weak guy the most! He followed his grandmother out of the door and said angrily, "Why! Why do you want me to accompany him!" His voice was loud enough for the sick child on the bed to hear clearly, "I don't want to accompany that Half-dead fellow!"
Grandma's eyes slowly turned red when she heard his words.
Grandfather and father are not at home all year round, and grandmother has always had the final say in the family. He had never seen his grandmother like this before, and he was at a loss for a while. That sick man looks like he will die at any moment, maybe he won't be there for long...
Thinking like this, he stepped forward to coax his grandmother: "Grandma, I was wrong, I will accompany him, I will just accompany him." Anyway, it will not be long.
In this way, he entered the palace to accompany the sick child. He didn't like the sick man, and the sick man didn't seem to like him too much, he just sat there quietly reading a book, as if he didn't notice the arrival of his "playmate" and "guard".
He was a little angry, this sick person caused him to leave home and come to such a boring place, and he still looks so indifferent! Do you think he rarely enters the palace
They ignored each other and spent the whole month like this.
The sick seedling is sick.
It's ugly.
He watched coldly. It's all the guy's fault, otherwise why would he leave home! Who likes to live in this cold palace, who likes to stay in this lifeless room!
A vicious thought came to his mind: This time, this guy should die, right
It's a pity that the sick seedling came back to life after the cold spring. That morning he went home to see his grandmother, and when he returned to the palace, he saw the sick man sitting up, smiling slightly at the little servant beside him.
This sick man looks so pretty when he smiles.
This idea suddenly entered his head, and he couldn't shake it away no matter how hard he waved it.
He couldn't help letting his eyes stick to the sick man, his face was too pale, his body was too thin, and his hands were so thin that they seemed to be broken if he held them lightly.
It's really too weak. He still likes lively and stronger children.
But he couldn't control his eyes.
Soon, he found that the sick man only smiled at a little servant, and would only ask the little servant to do things. It had been three days since he came back from home, and the sick man didn't even bother to look him in the face.
The more he watched, the more he felt that the little servant was an eyesore, so he greeted the Secretary of Internal Affairs and told them to get the little servant away.
The sick man couldn't wait for the waiter, so he became more and more quiet.
He couldn't help it, and said mockingly: "What? I don't want to know where he went?"
The sick man said lightly: "I don't want to." His eyes fell on the book, as if the things written in the book attracted him more than the real people, "Isn't it normal for the servants to come and go."
Although he is only a few years old, he looks like an old man who is dying.
Isn't it just dying? This guy was already living a day less and less...
Such a sentence came out of his head, the unwillingness and anger of the past two months suddenly disappeared without a trace, replaced by pity and... and emptiness. At this time, he didn't understand death very well, so he couldn't feel much sympathy for the sick man's situation. But at this moment, he watched the sun shine on the sick man's body, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, as if he would disappear from this world at any time—
Yes, to die is to disappear, never to be seen again.
After realizing this, he was a little annoyed with himself, why should he bet with this sick man? Anyway—he's going to die soon anyway—
He tried hard to recall how the little servant treated the sick man, and clumsily imitated what the little servant did.
If he does this, the sick man will also laugh at him, right
That smile is really nice.
He is obsessed with currying favor with the sick.
But the sick man has always been indifferent to him, no matter what he does, he can't get half of his smile.
He was very angry.
Why! Why did he smile so happily at that eunuch!
Obviously he treated him as well as that eunuch, why is this sick man still acting indifferent!
After holding on for half a month, he couldn't hold on anymore, and went home angrily.
Let that sick child die! Who cares about him! Who cares about him!
He gambled for a few days before he proposed to his grandmother to enter the palace.
He's been away for a few days, that sick man should know how kind he is to him, right
Unexpectedly, the grandmother said with red eyes: "You don't need to enter the palace."
There was a bang in his head, and he couldn't hear what his grandmother said. No need to enter the palace? Is that sick child dead? No, it's impossible, the sick man was still fine when he came out of the palace, and the sick man still wanted to learn to write with a pen—the sick man's hands were so soft that he didn't have any strength, and he still wanted to learn to write!
How could he just die like this? He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it!
Regardless of the obstruction of the people around him, he ran all the way into the palace. His grandfather was the general of Zhenguo, and his grandmother was the emperor's savior. No one dared to prevent him from entering and leaving the palace.
Soon, he ran to the place where the sick man lived.
The sick man was sleeping peacefully on the bed, as if he was just tired of reading and closed his eyes to rest as usual. There were a few white-bearded imperial physicians in the room for consultation. He didn't look at them, and strode to the bed and said, "Wake up! Wake up! You are not allowed to die! Open your eyes!"
The imperial physicians heard his cry and said helplessly, "Let him rest well..."
He cursed: "He's rested long enough! He's been lying in bed for most of the year! He doesn't need to rest!" He stepped forward and grasped the thin hand violently, "Wake me up! Wake me up come over!"
Shouting and shouting, he felt that his eye sockets were a little hot, and when he raised his hand to wipe it, it turned out that tears kept falling down. He has always hated weak and crying people the most, but he couldn't control his tears, and the harder he tried to wipe them, the more they flowed.
How could it be like this, how could the sick man just die like this, he hasn't seen the sick man smiling at him yet.
He won't let him die!
He gripped that hand tightly.
After an unknown amount of time, he felt the hand wrapped in his palm move slightly.
He was overjoyed and said happily, "Are you awake?!"
Those eyes opened slowly, obviously not yet ten years old, but there was an unconcealable indifference and calmness in the eyes, completely lacking the vigor and vitality that a child should have. But seeing such a pair of eyes looking at him quietly, he seemed to have encountered the best thing in the world, and he was overjoyed: "I'll call the imperial doctor to come in!"
He was about to stand up and run outside, but he heard that pleasant voice slowly say: "Don't you want me to die early?"
He was cold.
He turned around and met those calm eyes.
It turns out that sick people know it all.
The sick man knows everything.
No wonder the sick man never smiled at him.
He felt extremely uncomfortable, and felt his eye sockets start to burn again. Grandmother let him enter the palace, what does it have to do with the sick child? It wasn't the sick man who wanted to get sick, and it wasn't the sick man who begged his grandmother to let him into the palace. He actually had the terrible and vicious thought of "if only this sick man died soon".
He was still young, and he didn't know why his head was in such a mess that he couldn't think about anything. All he knew was that he wanted to turn back the time a few months and let him slap himself hard at that time—
He wiped his eyes vigorously, knelt on the edge of the bed, firmly grasped the sick man's hand and denied it: "I didn't! How could I have that kind of thought! People who have that kind of thought are like pigs and dogs. !"
After he finished speaking with certainty, he carefully aimed at the sick child on the bed.
Soon, he saw the sick man's smile.
The sick man smiled slightly and said, "Well, I believe in you."
Suddenly, he felt that the whole world was full of flowers.
No matter what happens in the future, he will take good care of the sick man.
As long as the sick man is willing to smile at him, it will be fine.
On the other side, Ji Jinrong was sitting on his fat back talking to the little goblin.
The little goblin said, "You just left like this? Why don't you take the opportunity to get closer to him?"
Ji Jinrong smiled and said, "It's not necessary, this is enough." He glanced at the little goblin, "It's you, is it okay to run away like this?"
The little goblin said: "What's the problem? Anyway, I'm not in charge of the affairs of the clan, so just think I'm out to relax." His face turned cold, "My parents died at the hands of that guy, you Don't even think about leaving me to deal with that guy!"
Of course Ji Jinrong knew who the "that guy" he was talking about was.
Although the former demon king lost his body, he still lingered in the dark and stirred up the wind and rain. He even approached Lei Lei who was beside him smoothly, and found out a lot about the dark night adventure team.
That Lin Lun was able to identify them so accurately, obviously because he had contact with the former Demon Lord.
Unexpectedly, the former demon king penetrated so deeply in the territory of the human race, and even a family like Lin Lun could be dragged into trouble.
Traitors are everywhere.
Ji Jinrong's expression was calm.
The little goblin looked at Ji Jinrong and couldn't help muttering, "I really don't know which one is the real you."
Ji Jinrong raised his eyebrows, and looked at the little goblin questioningly.
The little goblin said: "I think you are very contradictory. Sometimes you look very close, and sometimes you look very cold. How much love do you have for that knight commander? You look the same as you are now. It's completely different in front of him."
Ji Jinrong said, "What's the difference?"
Of course Ji Jinrong wanted to stay comfortably beside Douglas, and go straight to the Dark Demon Temple with Douglas—but judging from the situation perceived by the little goblin, Lei Lei seemed to be bewitched by the former Demon Lord, and went to the Dark Demon Temple under the guidance of the former Demon Lord. Temple!
This is a rare opportunity.
As long as you follow Lei Lei, you can find the real location of the Black Demon Temple.
Even if the little goblin is the young patriarch of the goblin clan, there is no way to find out the real location of the Black Demon Temple—because the "heart" built by their goblin clan ancestors can move! Its location is changing all the time, and only those who have truly grasped the secret of the "heart" can determine where it is now!
Douglas already had the "eyes" of the previous Demon Lord by his side, so it was not suitable for him to walk with Douglas.
If it wasn't for appeasing Douglas first, he would have evacuated with the others when his identity was revealed.
However, there are benefits to being late as well.
The corners of Ji Jinrong's lips curled up slightly.
At least he saw that Douglas was more and more inclined to his heart.
When he finds out the location of the Black Devil Temple, he will be able to coax Douglas back. Before that, he might not have the confidence to do it, but after hearing Douglas defending himself, Ji Jinrong was full of confidence!
The little goblin caught sight of the smile on Ji Jinrong's face, and immediately closed his mouth.
As soon as Douglas was mentioned, Ji Jinrong's unapproachable feeling disappeared instantly. How could Ji Jinrong's love for Douglas be fake? It can't be truer, I'm getting tired of it!
The little goblin changed the subject: "Where have all your people retreated? We won't be the only two to track it down?"
Ji Jinrong said, "Don't worry, I will protect you."
The little goblin spat and cursed: "With your small body, it's not sure who will protect who!" As he was speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Ji Jinrong seriously, "I feel that guy's strength It suddenly doubled in strength, I suspect that someone held a live sacrifice ceremony!"
The author has something to say:
Your Majesty: Run away after teasing, cool!
Knight Commander: ...
#I was about to settle accounts with the guy who ran away after flirting, but accidentally dreamed that I was a scumbag before, what should I do! #