"Zhuo'er, it's not that I have lost the slightest loss of my longing for you, but that this woman looks too much like you, her appearance, figure, and even the resoluteness in her eyes all look like you.

Do you know that the years of the Demon Realm are too desolate and desolate, and they are also selected by all the backgrounds with red as the tone, making people extremely hot and anxious. I am afraid that one day, I will be swallowed up by this boundless emptiness. I am even more afraid that one day you will completely turn into a hard and cold stone mountain, and then the soul will no longer exist. At that time, where should my heart be placed? Who should I express my love to?

Zhuoer, forgive me for treating her as you and fulfilling my lifelong wish. If I let your blood flow in her body, she will have your warmth. This thousand years of loneliness is about to end..."

Time is like the spring flowing down the Holy Spirit Mountain. For some reason, it has no source or destination. It only forms a pool in a depression in the middle, which is clear and reflects a faint red. In such a world, there is only one color - mountains, rocks, flowers, flowing water, and even the sky and soil, all of which are deep and shallow red.

It’s like this every day. Through a hole, looking at everything outside, I don’t know what it feels like. In the end, there is no concept of time. No matter how you deliberately carve it, it is always the mountain that is not like a mountain, and the stone is not like a stone. The cluster of flowers squeezed out in the gap cannot bring some vitality. How can the flowers without life really bloom? The corridor is also made of bright red stones, and the plain white dye still cannot completely cover up the blood-like color.

Being imprisoned and bound, but some people regard this imprisonment and bondage as doting and redemption.

"Miss, it's time for you to go to the Holy Spirit Spring."

I was awakened from my dream, and the sound became distant, strange and familiar. I smiled silently, but my body didn't want to move at all.

"Miss, the master is waiting outside the door, I'm..."

"You are a fairy, why bother to keep these two words on your lips!" My sad mood finally fluctuated a little.

"I understand, Miss..."

The woman who looked like a girl who was bowing in front of me was named Zhifen, and was a descendant of the Flower Fairy. The decline of the immortal clan made her become the maid of the gods, and now she was leaning into the demon realm that had not yet completely escaped from the chaos. Her flower stamens seemed to have gradually been dyed red and lost its original luster. I stared at the sorrow and grievance deep in her eyes, and I couldn't imagine her mood at the moment: a flower fairy who should have emitted spiritual brilliance every inch of her skin was so humble that she called a demon "Miss".

"Let's go."

I empathize with her helplessness, but the nature is different.

When you walk out of the cave, your eyes are dark red. This is the dusk in the Demon Realm. The dusk is not yellow, and there is only dusk. The mist is filled with red fog, which makes people feel a little hot when they see it, but they can only feel the bone-thrusting cold air in their body.

He stood opposite me with his back to me. Perhaps he heard my footsteps, and he turned around, with a cold face.

"Zhi Fan, why didn't she put on a fox fur for the lady? The Demon Realm is not as good as the mortal world, and the lady can't stand the cold!" A tone full of blame.

"I'm sorry, master, I..." Zhifan looked at me timidly, "I'll bring it to you for the lady now." After that, he hurried into the cave.

"Yinluo, is it cold? Come here."

Every time I hear him call out my name, I feel an indescribable feeling.

I shook my head and smiled bitterly: "How can a demon without blood flowing, feel cold?"

I walked around and ignored his open arms to me, but he still walked behind me and held me tightly. I didn't try to break free because it was useless. In front of a powerful demon, I was just a demon with spiritual power blocked. What can I do?

"After so long, why don't you accept me? Just because I hurt you?"

I turned around and stared at him, looking at him, and suddenly I found that I could not ejaculate any resentment or anger.

"Forget it, go to the Holy Spirit Spring."

It was the faint red spring, clear and clear. Through the corridor dyed white, and bypassing a stone hill, you could see that the boundless mountain was blocked in front of you, and only the sound of gurgling water was heard. There was no sign of vitality on the mountain, and the rocks on the mountain were all red, but I always felt that there was a weak blue halo. When I looked closely, there was nothing. No demon dared to approach here, except for the one around me.

This is the Holy Spirit Mountain - the Holy Mountain of the Demon Realm.

I wore the fox fur that I got for me by the zhi powder and silently thought about the spring. According to him, in addition to the demons, for other creatures, that spring is the healing water for other creatures. Not only that, it can also make the spiritual power longer. Because I was too seriously injured, he actually came up with a way to change blood - to use the Holy Spirit Spring to replace the original blood in my body. But if I changed it one time, I could not bear the powerful spiritual energy of the Holy Spirit Spring, so he simply drained my blood, used his magic power to maintain my life, and then took me to the Holy Spirit Spring to soak for two hours every day. It's strange that he was originally hurting me, but now he has consumed his magic power to save me, just to possess me? Or do I want to resolve the hatred in my heart through this hypocritical redemption? But I seem to have forgotten that he is a demon, and the demons themselves are not equal, they can only kill and eat the weak.

In the Demon Realm, those monsters with humble magic can only become food for other demons and become tools to increase magic power. So why bother to resolve my hatred? No demon does not want to obtain the supreme status. Desire, killing, and blood are the entire meaning of the demon's survival. He is the second most powerful demon in the Demon Realm, and he cannot understand it. He will waste his capital from the King, that is, powerful magic power on a demon, and he is also a demon who hates the demons extremely.

Passing through a canyon in the Holy Spirit Mountain is a depression surrounded by mountains on three sides and only one exit. The center is the Pond - the place where the Holy Spirit Spring gathers. Before entering here, he always stays at the entrance for a moment. At first I didn't notice it, but later, gradually I gradually discovered that every time he stopped, his eyes were filled with light red liquid, or because of this liquid, he stopped. Could it be that this is the tears of the demon clan? A demon clan who only advocates desire and power is also crying? He never mentioned it, so I never asked.

But today, he did not stop, and the light red liquid was not leached in his eyes, but walked forward eagerly, even looking impatient. In front of him was the end of the canyon, and I had vaguely seen the glimmer of the Holy Spirit Spring in the Li Pond, approaching step by step. As he walked, there was a hint of uneasiness or expectation in his heart. When my vision completely expanded to see the entire Li Pond, I was indeed stunned. The chaotic demon realm actually had other colors! Presented to me

In my eyes, there was a shade of green trees, birds singing and flowers scenting, and tender yellow petals falling in the pond. The influence of spiritual energy emitted a faint light, just like the beauty blooming in a pool of blood. The darker the sky, the more beautiful it is, and it cannot be described. Indeed, for too long, there was only a red in my eyes, and there was no other color. Suddenly, it seemed like I had returned to the original world, back to the lush forest, and remembered Xiaolu, the leisurely dancer beside me, so agility, and so happy and quiet in my heart.

Even Zhifen was shocked. She couldn't control her feet and walked quickly to the colorful middle before me. She raised her hands and connected the falling petals to her palms. Her master did not stop her, allowing her to be arrogant.

The corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise. Calculate that for decades, I finally felt a little vitality from numbness at this moment, but then, a wave of loss came to me more solemnly than joy.

"Do you like it?" He looked at me and smiled. He was actually smiling.

"Miss! Miss! The color of these petals is the same as mine! So beautiful! Look!" The zhifeng danced in the rain of flowers, and her fairy energy turned into a light yellow halo, and the pollen in the sky spread out. But at this moment, my thoughts were eroded by deep-buried memories, and all the things I had been deliberately forgetting came back.

Perhaps these beauty no longer belongs to me. Since I have lost everything, why should I be greedy for this short and false beauty?

I didn't say anything, but just suppressed the memory that was surging in my mind and walked to the Holy Spirit Spring. Finally, a tear fell into the pond and a few waves of water were rippling.

"Zhi Fan, please help me with loose clothes."

Zhifen suddenly woke up from her dream and returned to reality. She was a little surprised and the joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end, but she could only respond helplessly.

"Yes, Miss."

I didn't look at his expression. Whether it was helpless, lost, or somewhat angry, it didn't matter. Zhifeng took off every piece of my clothes until the last layer of close-fitting gauze was also untied. She turned around and looked at her master.

"It's OK, you go far."

Without turning my head, I knew that he was staring at my naked back and slowly walked towards me. I turned my back to him, and when he approached, I instinctively handed him his hand, but he grabbed my hand abnormally and turned my body around. So, the skin on my chest was only pressed against his brocade robe, and I could feel a trace of temperature, but I couldn't tell whether it was warm or cold.

He sighed softly, as if he was about to say something, but it finally turned into a sigh, and just hugging me tightly made me feel a little suffocated. I always thought I was like an object, he just wanted to possess it, not cherish it, but if I hadn't cherished it, how could there always be a trace of warmth in his arms at this moment?

"Forget it."

He let me go, and in an instant, everything that was still colorful and bright began to wither, gradually turned into ashes, melting into Yin Hong's background. He picked up my hand, gently stroked his fingers, and a drop of crystal clear red liquid dripped into the Li Pool. This liquid was almost the same as the Holy Spirit Spring in the Li Pool.

"It's the last time, your injury will be healed. The wedding date is just right."

I felt refreshed.

"What wedding date?"

"Our wedding date." He said lightly, and I was in a daze.

"This will be the grandest ceremony in the Demon Realm, right? No Demon will ever hold a wedding!" Zhifan looked more happy than me.

What kind of "ritual" is this? A demon actually wants to possess a demon? Can the demon realm really do whatever it wants to do? My heart, which has been calm for decades, was extremely boiling at this moment, not because of happiness, but because of anger.

However, he did not give me a chance to explode, but carried me into the pool. The silver light flashed. I just felt the boiling liquid in my body flowing faster and faster, like a burning, unforgettable pain. Could it be because of my excitement? I didn’t feel like this before the blood exchange was going to explode. My internal organs were torn. It seemed that something was forcibly poured into my body, even into my mind. It was a long time ago that I felt so strong for the first time. After a long time of numbness, it was such a severe pain that awakened all my perceptions. I tried my best to endure it and did not let myself scream, but gradually I found that the piercing pain almost made me unable to react. A vague sound came from my ears:

"It's going to succeed, hold on..."

It was his voice, which seemed a little tired, but soon, I couldn't hear it, darkness, and only darkness left in front of me...
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