The three-day Nine World Lords Conference passed quickly, and today was the last day.
Liangyin is about to return to Vanluo City with the Lord of Vanluo City.
In the wind and snow, a transparent silver butterfly fell into Liangyin's hands and disappeared in an instant.
The information brought by the silver butterfly was poured into her mind.
It was the butterfly demon who invited her to meet in the side hall.
Liangyin tightened her collar to prevent the cold wind from getting in, sighed softly, and turned around to leave.
If she goes this time, she is afraid that the butterfly demon will take her away directly.
Passing through a long corridor, Liangyin saw a tall man who had just walked out of the main hall door.
The man was still wearing a dark robe, and the dark fox fur paint on his body had a faint luster.
That face was always covered by a golden mask, making it impossible to see the expression inside.
"Your Majesty." Liang Yin bowed respectfully.
"Let's go," City Lord Luo didn't say much. He just said a few words and headed towards the door.
Liangyin had not walked a few steps when a man's hurried voice suddenly came from behind: "Wait a minute!"
When I turned around, I saw the butterfly demon running towards me in the corridor.
The butterfly demon is still wearing a crimson robe and a bright red fox fur, like red flowers blooming warmly in the snow in winter, gentle and beautiful.
The assassin's beguiling face, which was more beautiful than a woman's, was filled with anxiety: "You can't leave!"
The butterfly demon ran to Liangyin and wanted to grab Liangyin's arm.
But at this moment, behind the butterfly demon, a woman's gentle and surprised voice suddenly sounded: "Brother Honglin...where are you going?"
The butterfly demon suddenly froze when he heard this, his palms froze in the air. He looked at Liang Yin in front of him, panic flashed in his eyes, and his face turned pale.
"Brother Honglin?"
As the footsteps of the woman behind him gradually approached, the butterfly demon finally lowered his eyes and retracted his palm.
The woman who stepped forward to hold the butterfly demon was none other than the woman Liangyin had seen before, the woman who had been following the butterfly demon.
"Brother Honglin, why did you suddenly run out? Didn't you say we would go back together?"
The woman looked at him softly, her smile looking very sweet.
The butterfly demon lowered his eyes, and the surging emotions in his eyes were completely covered up. He raised his head and took a deep look at Liangyin, and said in despair:
"Nothing, let's go."
Liang Yin looked at the butterfly demon who pulled the woman beside him and turned away, and was slightly stunned.
I wonder if it was an illusion, but she seemed to feel a hint of helplessness in the deep look from the butterfly demon just now
Is it an illusion
Die Yao is such a casual person, what else in this world can make him feel helpless
"you like him?"
A man's clear and cold voice suddenly came from behind. Liangyin was slightly startled, and turned around to meet a pair of blood-colored pupils behind the golden mask.
Those pupils were filled with coldness, displeasure, and a hint of jealousy
jealousy
Liang Yin took another closer look, only to find that there was only coldness in the man's eyes, and his body was horribly cold.
"The king is joking. Although the demon spirit lord is good-looking, there are people he likes among his subordinates."
The face of the Lord of Vanluo City was calm, and his voice was still bone-chilling:
"What does that person look like? Can he compare to the most powerful lord of the Demonic Spirit Realm?"
After getting along with each other for so many days, Liangyin seemed to have become accustomed to the man's cold voice, and lost the restraint and vigilance in previous conversations.
The red figure flashed through her mind, and she felt extremely complicated. She smiled with relief, half bright, and half sad:
"The demon spirit lord is not bad, but in my heart, the person I like has a peerless appearance, has all the power in the world, and dotes on me to the core. He has done too many things for me..."
When the Lord of Van Luo City heard this, his eyes flashed slightly under his mask:
"Then if one day he no longer dominates the world and no longer has outstanding appearance, will you still think that no one can compare to him?"
"What I like is him, his soul, his character, everything about him, no matter good or bad."
Liang Yin curled her lips, looked up at the Lord of Van Luo City and smiled, "Your Majesty, you will understand when you meet the woman you love."
The Lord of Van Luo City turned around and did not speak.
At this moment, Liangyin couldn't see the man's expression, nor did he notice that the clenched fists under the man's sleeves were trembling slightly.
…
On the tower in the distance, a handsome man in a golden robe looked at the glazed carriage that was going further and further away, feeling affectionate and sad.
"Yin'er... why did we come to this point? In the past, we talked about everything."
The Son of God stood on the city tower, with wind and snow falling on his long golden hair. His golden eyes were filled with nostalgia for the past.
Time can dilute everything, making people only remember the beauty of the past and forget the ferocity of the past.
But even if the bad past is buried by the long river of time, you will still think of it one day.
Just like the current Shenzi, since seeing Liang Yin alive, he seems to have ignored who led the people to encircle and suppress the Jiuyou Demon Lord three thousand years ago.
Thinking that Liangyin doesn't remember the past, everything can start from scratch.
But in this world, there are some things that are not yours, and they are not yours. No matter how you struggle or force them, they will only get farther and farther away.
"Lord Son of God, Your Highness the Princess is sick again!" The urgent voice of a servant stumbling could be heard from behind.
Shenzi frowned in displeasure upon hearing this, but did not leave the railing: "Have you given her any medicine?"
"Her Royal Highness the Princess knocked over the medicine bowl and said that she would not drink the medicine unless the Son of God came over."
Hearing this, the Son of God looked as handsome as an immortal. His face is getting uglier...
Van Luo City.
Liang Yin and the others went back earlier, and when they arrived at Van Luo City, the sky had just darkened.
Liangyin sent the Lord of Van Luo City into the main hall as a habit, and then prepared to close the door and go out.
As soon as her hand touched the earring of the door, a man's clear voice suddenly came from the hall:
"Close the door and come in."
Um
Liangyin was slightly stunned, quickly closed the door and walked in.
She thought that Lord Fanluo would ask her to do something, but she didn't expect that Lord Fanluo just turned around and handed her a brocade box.
"There is a ten-thousand-year crystal inside. The one-month period has expired. You can leave."
Liang Yin subconsciously took the cold brocade box, and it took him a long time to realize: "Your Majesty, are you saying that there is a ten thousand year crystal in this brocade box?"
Liang Yin never expected that the Lord of Van Luo City would be so trustworthy.
The brown brocade box printed with complex patterns was opened, and a golden translucent crystal lay quietly in the box.
"Thank you, thank you Lord City Lord!" Liang Yin raised his head and looked at Lord Van Luo with a grateful face, his eyes were red, and he was so excited that he couldn't calm down.
"Let's go, I'm tired." The Lord of Van Luo City turned around and stopped the urge to hold Liang Yin in his arms to comfort her.
"Lord City Lord, please rest early, I'm leaving."
After finally getting this thing, Liangyin hurriedly left the room without thinking, and rushed to the inn of the weapon refiner master.
The man standing in the main hall felt the girl's footsteps. He completely disappeared from the surroundings, lowered his eyes, and quietly took off the golden mask on his face.
The moment he took off the mask, the man's dark hair turned silver from the top of his head to the ends.
That face that confuses all living beings is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away. The narrow peach blossom eyes are still as handsome and dazzling as before.
It's just that something is different. The bloody rose demon script under the corner of the eye has now turned into a bloody manzhushahua mark.
The corners of her mouth that used to be pink are now as red as blood, and the skin that used to be like porcelain is now as pale as paper. Just like the vampire count in the Central European world, he is coquettish, beautiful and treacherous.