The five fingers were clenched tightly into a fist, and the "gurgling" sound between the joints due to excessive exertion could be clearly heard. The soul-stirring cold seemed to be the darkness that could swallow everything.

Next to him, the man in purple who had been silent all the time lowered his head and waited respectfully, sometimes raising his brows and looking over cautiously.

The black pupils are deep-looking, and there is a faint emotion in the coldness and terror. It is hard to understand, but it is really very different from ordinary ones.

Zi Wu tilted his head in confusion, wondering what happened to the Demon Lord today. He could obviously kill Ling Mulao and Nangong Yi with someone else's help, but why did he show mercy?

Moreover, I always feel that there seems to be something in the eyes of the Demon Lord. Sometimes he looks like a wounded lion. Could it be that the Demon Lord is...

Before the thought crossed his mind, Zi Wu immediately denied the speculation in his mind. It was impossible. How could a character like the Demon Lord have feelings.

"Zi Wu, do you really want to know why I didn't take action?" A cold voice sounded in the air. Xuanyuan Moxie did not look back, his eyes still fell coldly into the snowflakes in the sky.

"The Demon Lord must have other plans, Zi Wu will obey all orders." With a slight bow, Zi Wu immediately stepped forward with fists in his hands and replied.

"You are smarter than Hong Wu!" The corners of his lips raised slightly, Xuanyuan Moye finally turned around, but his cold pupils exuded a chilling light.

"Thank you Demon Lord for the compliment!" Zi Wu shuddered again, not daring to raise his head again but thanked him sincerely.

He was very clear about Hong Wu's ending, because he had done some tricks behind his back and had practiced Taoism for thousands of years, only to lose his soul in the end. It was really not worth it.

"Demon Lord," biting his silver teeth, Ziwu saw that Xuanyuan Moxie had not spoken, and took a step forward to report: "The situation in Tianxuan Kingdom has changed. I believe that even if Nangong Yi goes back with the Shenyu Spirit Stone,

Still at a loss.”

Not long ago, the Demon Lord suddenly issued an order, asking them to assist a prince from Tianxuan Kingdom in dealing with Nangong Yi's confidants. However, in just a few days, the capital had been bloodbathed, and almost everything that needed to be cleaned up had been cleaned up.

"Well done, we'll wait for the good show to begin." His eyes narrowed slightly, and Xuanyuan Moxie tightened his fingers again, as if what he held in his hand was Nangong Yi's life, bit by bit, shattering the opponent to pieces.

The game is not over, but just restarted.

Ling Mulao, don't try to escape my grasp. No matter who you are, or whether you love me or not, you will become a puppet in this game.

Zhuque Palace.

The water ripples slightly, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.

The red plum blossoms on the branches are in full bloom, and the enchanting bunches are dazzling, but they are so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away.

The slender fingers like mutton-fat jade slowly curled up into orchid fingers. With an inadvertent raise of the hand, the wide sleeves slipped slightly, revealing the white wrist.

With a faint smile on her lips, Suzaku Miko sat among the red plums and poured herself a glass of wine carelessly. Suddenly, the aroma of the pure wine overflowed.

Picking up the wine glass, she did not drink it immediately, but just looked at the wine sloshing in the jade cup stupidly, and the ripples in her heart began to surge at the same time.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, I will never forget it. A thousand miles of lonely graves will turn into desolation." I muttered the poem, the voice was as soft as the petals of red plum falling on the ground, but it was word by word.

Hit hard in the heart.
Chapter completed!