A powerful magic pressure instantly swept the entire Niabs.
The familiar and frightening breath made the countless cunning and cruel fallen people in the city shudder. They all looked at the center of the magic pressure, recalling the scene many years ago - that time, under the control of a powerful demon. Then, for the first time, they truly understand what hell is.
Are there any new fallen people who have experienced what happened in the past and do not understand what happened, or why the old fallen person who has always been powerful around him shows such a fearful and shrinking appearance, he can only guess from the sporadic words—
"Demon Aimer..."
"Your Majesty Emer..."
The fallen ones shivered, whispering the name that made them tremble.
There was a real magic storm gathered around Ye Yingzhi, which contained a strong black death aura that was full of despair and evil. It seemed like a judgment from the abyss of hell. However, a second before the storm burst, The upper demon in the middle of the storm gently fanned the huge bone wing behind him as if he realized something, his eyes drooping down—
Ah Yan is still here, he hasn't found Ah Yan yet, he can't hurt Ah Yan.
The arrogant power subsided slightly, Ye Yingzhi lowered his eyes and raised his left hand silently. With his movements, a powerful storm of magic power spiraled upwards, easily smashed the store roof, and finally formed a black cloud layer visible to the naked eye in the upper layer of the sky.
The demon flapped his bone wings and floated above the sky. He looked down at the Lost City in the dark and waved his hand calmly—the black clouds dissipated in an instant, and whistling swept through every corner of Nibbs.
Those old fallen people watched this scene, desperately waiting for the punishment of the ruler of hell, the same method, the same as the first time. At that time, the devil was also like this, floating high in the sky and looking down at everything in the city, his eyes were indifferent and emotionless, as if he was looking down at a group of insignificant ants. As he raised his hand, the dark forbidden technique had come to Niabs.
The fallen people of the Lost City have done some terrible things that are horrifying in the world, and the hell judgment performed by Aimer will make them fall into the illusion. In the illusion, they have done The bad things they have done will be repeated on their own. This kind of pain is not only an illusory spiritual punishment, but will directly bring trauma to their souls. The more evil the fallen, the deeper the wounds, and the wounds on their souls will not heal even after thousands of years. Whenever darkness falls, they will suffer another soul-torn pain.
Now, the old wound has not healed yet, and I don't know which guy has provoked His Majesty Aimer again.
And they were powerless to resist.
The clothes in the store realized that the situation was wrong, and timidly left the hangers, kneeling on the ground in neat rows. But the Hell Judgment did not pity them on this, the black demonic energy attacked, and they all fell into a painful illusion.
A dreamy purple gradation pleated evening dress floated out from the back of the store, with a trembling voice and anxiously fighting for himself: "Sir Demon, your person is in the attic at the back, he is fine, As long as you take off his clothes now, it's still too late... You can spare me..." Before it could finish speaking, a wisp of demonic energy brought it into the illusion.
The purple evening dress is a new fallen person who came here. He was framed by the old store manager and turned into an evening dress and became the new store manager, so he didn't know the identity of this powerful superior demon in front of him. However, it instinctively knows that the other party is not easy to provoke, and it does not dare to lie. The clothes in the store are essentially just a kind of black magic of hell. Before people are completely sucked out of life and soul into clothes, as long as there are more powerful demons Take off your clothes and the victim will naturally be out of danger. And the devil can easily cast the forbidden art of hell, and the magic pressure around his body is so powerful that the magic of removing clothes is naturally no longer a problem.
Hearing the words of the purple evening dress, Ye Yingzhi stirred his wings with a gloomy expression, and slowly landed back into the clothing store that was already ravaged by magic power. He strode into the relatively intact attic of the store. The attic was empty, except for a mahogany wardrobe that took up half of the room. Ye Yingzhi paused, then opened the door without hesitation.
In the spacious wardrobe, a young man in a soft white cotton robe was curled up on a black velvet blanket. The dark wardrobe and the black velvet blanket made his bare skin appear whiter. His eyes were quietly closed. His cheeks were rosy, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly, but he was not peaceful in his sleep. From time to time, he wriggled twice, whimpering in his drowsiness.
From the scene of the ready-to-wear store and the words of the evening dress, the devil can also guess that the clothes on the young man are some kind of harmful evil. The robe was torn open.
Under his powerful strength, the cotton robe seemed to be a thin and fragile piece of paper, and it split from the neckline and chest in an instant, until the legs bent out, leaving only the edge still connected.
The clothes were torn, and the black magic was broken, but this took too much energy, and Chi Yan fell into a deep sleep like this, with no sign of waking up.
His bare skin touched the air, and the young man seemed to feel cold. Muttering meaningless syllables, he instinctively shrank back into the closet, rubbing against the warm velvet blanket below.
The demon looked at the scene in front of him, his black eyes darkened.
Those anxiety and anger were miraculously calmed down when they saw that the person in front of them was safe, but another layer of emotion and desire rose up. The demon stared at his lover, and half-length leaned into the closet. He held his lover's neck down with his left hand, lowered his head, and asked for a deep kiss from the other party in the almost airtight darkness.
The sleeping Chi Yan didn't know anything about the outside world, but after sensing the familiar deep soul breath, he stopped the nightmarish whimpering and writhing. He calmed down and instinctively moved closer to the other side. He was greedily begging for a kiss by the devil, but there was a subconscious smile on the corner of his mouth.
The devil raised his body slightly and sighed silently. He pulled the bone wings behind him, caressed the back of the young man's neck with one hand, and tore the white cotton robe that was barely hanging on his lover with the other, and then leaned back again. Kiss it down - kiss the corner of your lover's curved mouth, and then gently slide down...
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When the sky was twilight, the demon took his lover out of the closet. Chi Yan's original clothes had already been turned into powder under the pressure of the devil. The devil thought about it, took out his black cloak from the space ring, and tightly wrapped his lover - he left too much evidence on his lover. , There was a trace of guilty conscience when I packaged it.
After doing all this, he contentedly hugged Chi Yan tightly into his arms, unfolded his black wings and flew towards the east - West Cui Lan, he recited the name of this place in his heart, and felt a vague familiarity.
The tour group should be there, he took Ah Yan and he could join them back to Devil Town.
At this time, Ye Yingzhi's consciousness had regained consciousness. He reached out and touched the magic horn on his head, frowning. He didn't understand how he suddenly turned into a demon again, and when he found out that A Yan was missing, he subconsciously controlled the sudden appearance of a powerful force to do that kind of thing, he didn't even know the destruction Where does the earth-like power come from
This cannot be explained by the aftereffects of golden beans alone. Not only that, but several related doubts flashed through Ye Yingzhi's mind instantly. But right now he can't care about exploring these things. He has to return to Devil Town with Ah Yan safely and buy Ah Yan a year of life before he can think about other things. He is not sure whether the dress will be right. Chi Yan's already weak body caused further damage.
Flying over the mountains, lakes, deserts and cities all the way, there are gradually tall and magnificent buildings in the distance, and the prosperous and spectacular hell capital shows its extraordinary corner in the eyes of visitors. No matter how far away, you can vaguely see snow-capped mountains standing tall. The outline of Ye Ying knew subconsciously that this was Xi Cui Lan.
He thought about it for a while, and then hugged Chi Yan and landed on the ground in a less populated suburb not far from the capital. At this time, his thoughts were calm, and after landing, the magic horn on his head and the bone wings behind him disappeared naturally.
At this time, Chi Yan, who had slept all the way to nourish his spirit, gradually woke up and opened his eyes in the arms of his lover.
He instinctively put his arms around Ye Yingzhi's neck, and after waking up, he looked left and right over Ye Yingzhi's shoulders, wondering, "Yingzhi, where are we?"
As dawn approached, the explosive news from Niabs had rocketed through the entire hell, swiftly overwhelming the southern hellstorm disaster to make headlines—the lost city of hell's famous demon-stop was once again under suspicion of Ai His Majesty Merle's powerful superior demon suffered a heavy blow, and his demeanor, demonic atmosphere, and forbidden spells used were exactly the same as those of the past.
"His Majesty Aimer appeared? I remember that there has been no news from His Majesty for nearly ten years."
"How can the fallen ones in the Lost City dare to provoke His Majesty Aimer?"
"Why did His Majesty Aimer leave West Turquoise without any news? Why did His Majesty appear in Niabs?"
Since the dawn of time, the staff of the West Turquoise Blue Palace and the ministers of the eastern government have been tired of responding to inquiries from all sides, but even they can't give answers to these questions.
The real core staff of the West Turquoise Blue Court knew that His Majesty Aimer was particularly fond of the palace he ordered to be built next to the Lost Spring. Eight years ago, he blocked the palace and issued an order not to disturb anyone. He never showed up again, and even the chief steward and attendants of the palace never saw their majesty again.
More than any demon, they want to know where their ruler has gone.