It was an extremely familiar feeling.
Those pitch-black eyes were bottomless, but they seemed to be hiding some turbulent emotions.
But on closer inspection, there was nothing there.
Min Wei asked, "Who is this?"
The two demon guards hurriedly bowed and said, "Report to Elder Minwei, this man is an old acquaintance of the princess, and he came to see Her Highness the princess."
Minwei looked at the old man again.
I just feel that the eyebrows and eyes are indescribably ordinary, and I probably won't recognize them even if I throw them into the devil's pile.
He didn't understand where that familiar feeling came from.
With a final wave of his hand, he signaled them to leave.
After Mo Wei led the old man away, the old man stopped suddenly, looked at the direction where Min Wei disappeared, and smiled softly.
The smile was indescribably sad and desolate, but it quickly disappeared.
…
Mowei brought the old man into the room and left.
When there were only two people left in the room, the old man suddenly knelt down on the ground respectfully, and kowtowed towards Muyan: "See Your Highness the Princess."
Muyan smiled: "I'm really not used to you being so serious. It's more pleasant to hear you call me a girl."
The old man swayed slightly, stood up and said: "The old man dare not forget the life-saving grace of Her Majesty the Princess. If you are not respectful, it will be unjustifiable."
"The grace of saving your life?"
Muyan was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "You mean those magic pills for healing? That can't heal your wounds. In fact, your magic core is very strange, it's far more than simple injuries. My magic core Dan can at most repair the scars on your magic core a little bit, but it is almost impossible to completely restore it."
The old man stared blankly at her, and it took him a long while to smile and let out a long sigh: "It's all my hope to recover a little bit."
"Your Highness, the old man offended you a lot, so please don't mind if your lord has a lot. I am asking to see you today, it is really a merciless request."
Muyan finds this old man more and more weird.
Before, he was full of foul language, like a beggar in the market.
But now he speaks in a polite manner, showing his once extremely high upbringing and bearing.
It doesn't even look like a demon.
"What do you want?" she asked.
The old man lowered his eyes and said: "I hope the princess can take me back to the Demon Palace as a servant."
Muyan narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Do you want me to take you back to the Demon Palace? How do I know if you are a spy or have bad intentions? At least you should tell me your identity and where you went to the Demon Palace. purpose?"
Being questioned like this, the old man's expression did not change at all.
He lifted the corner of his robe and slowly knelt down.
At some point, a dagger appeared in his hand.
His skinny fingers gripped the handle of the knife tightly, stabbing into his heart without hesitation.
Muyan was taken aback by him.
Just as he was about to speak, a drop of red water emerged from the old man's wound and floated into the air.
The old man still lowered his brows and eyes, his face was pale, his chapped lips were slightly parted, and he was chanting words that Muyan couldn't understand.
Muyan's whole body tensed up subconsciously, and the Qijue Sword was unknowingly pinched in her palm.
However, at the next moment, the red water drops rushed into her body without warning.
Submerge disappears.
"What did you do?" Muyan looked at the old man in astonishment.
The old man raised his head and smiled at her, "The demon god swears that he will be loyal for a while, and he will not be betrayed for life, and he must not even have the idea of betrayal, otherwise his soul will be scattered, and he will never be reborn forever. In this way, Your Royal Highness can trust me, right?"