Without exception, another critical strike landed on the chest.

Now both sides are symmetrical.

Little Buddha broke into the devil's palace overnight and hung a pot of wine on the beam of the house. The witch who was walking at night was so frightened that she screamed repeatedly, thinking it was a bat beast from the breeding farm that had escaped.

So before Little Buddha could explain, several witches tied him up and threw him to the breeding farm, where he stayed with many monsters all night.

Tantai watched coldly and did not intervene.

When we met again the next day, Little Buddha didn't even have the red cassock on his body. He was not discouraged. He pulled a bunch of colorful feathers from the butt of some monster and made a new robe for himself.

This caused a burst of sympathy from the witches in the Demon Palace. They couldn't bear to see Little Buddha being tortured, and they admired his persistence. They secretly gave him water and let him wander around the Demon Palace several times.

Thanks to his perseverance, Tantai finally met him.

Little Buddha walked up carrying the wine and introduced it to him.

Tantai has heard of red wine from the Western Regions.

Once you are drunk, you will dream of thousands of lives, and once you wake up, you will be relieved of thousands of sorrows.

He sneered: "It's just ordinary wine."

He knew what was in the wine, but Tantai, who had a splitting headache, finally drank the pot of red wine.

After drinking this, he fell asleep for a long time, and vaguely saw the little Buddha wearing a red cassock, with a majestic appearance and a solemn expression.

"As a noble Buddhist, if you approach me several times, you won't be afraid that I will kill you."

"I'm here for you."

Tantai's eyes were red, but he didn't take these words to heart: "It's a joke, I am the Demon Lord, when will I need the Buddha to take care of me?"

Xiao Fozi's little face was expressionless, but his eyes were so sharp that he seemed to be able to see through his mind: "If the Demon Lord intends to reject him, it will not be my turn to take action."

Yes, it would not be like this if he insisted on driving the Buddha out or killing him directly.

It can only be said that this is what he was thinking too.

"Buddha has mercy on everyone, but also has mercy on one person."

What a joke, when does Tantai need sympathy from others?

When I woke up, there was no trace of Little Buddha in the Demon Palace, and everything seemed like yesterday.

On the small table of the soft couch, a lot of fine wine from the Western Regions was placed, along with a phonograph stone.

"If you have nothing to do, Demon Lord, you can have a few drinks."

Since I woke up that day, the pain that I had suppressed for a long time has disappeared, and the evil spirit on my body has also disappeared.

Also from that day on, he noticed that someone had sneaked into Purgatory and took away some things.

In the tens of thousands of years that followed, every time Tantai drank that red wine, his past memories became blurred until he threw away all boring memories.

Now that he wants to retrieve many memories, this red wine has long been of no use to him and is only used as a daily drink.

His little finger was hooked, his thoughts suddenly returned, and Tantai lowered his eyes.

It turned out that it was He Baobao who was pulling him affectionately, and there was still a red stain on the corner of his mouth.

Tantai narrowed his eyes, his eyes suddenly became cold, and he clamped her mouth with his big hands: "I'm so brave, I dare to steal wine."

"Hmm... I just took a small bite." He Baobao gestured towards him.

"Did you know that you can't drink this stuff casually!!"

In a moment of negligence, he actually let her drink some secretly. The Buddha didn't say anything explicitly, and he didn't know if she would have any other reactions after drinking.

Just thinking about it, the little head in his hand tilted, and the whole person fell asleep on his hand.

Tantai was stunned for a moment: "Stupid thing."

He put his fingertips on her eyebrows and checked her. She was just a little drunk, but there was no other abnormality for the time being.

He then thought: "Since this thing was sent by the Buddha, I think it will be useful to you."

Maybe it can evoke the inheritance in her bloodline.

Tantai put her on the Taishi chair, picked up the plush blanket that was used to cover the guests' legs and covered her with it.

The little one huddled next to him, with red cheeks, long breathing, and slept peacefully.

With a snap of his fingers, the boat underneath started to move, walking slowly on the water.

It was rare to be so leisurely, and Tantai continued to pick up the amber cup and drink.

The boat swayed beneath her, and He Baobao's head felt dizzy. She slowly opened her eyes.

"I'm here."

A voice without any emotion came, as cold as the snow falling in winter.

"Who is where?"

He Baobao calmed down for a moment, and then he saw clearly that the surroundings were foggy and he couldn't see clearly.

"here it is……"

Lifting his legs and walking slowly, He Baobao felt that this place was very familiar, very similar to the dreamland he had been in before.

"Why do you want to help him? Why do you want to help him?"

The voice became shrill and exciting, coming from all directions. He frowned slightly, and He Baobao walked in a random direction.

She took a step forward, and the hazy mist receded a little.

He called out in his heart: "System, are you still there?"

The sound fell into silence and there was no movement. He Baobao curled his lips, knowing that the system was unreliable.

The sound continued to ring in my ears, making my ears hurt.

"Speak, I met you first, why are you so special to him alone?"

"Why would you rather be my enemy than join him?"

"It's so annoying!!" He Baobao covered his ears.

Although she didn't know why this man's voice was filled with such strong paranoia and pain, she had a vague feeling that he must be a poor person who couldn't be loved.

Seeing that the fog in front was about to dissipate, He Baobao was annoyed by the noise and shouted directly: "Why are there so many reasons? Don't you know that different ways do not work together?!"

"If we only judge future fate based on the time we met, how could there be so many infatuated people in this world?"

The surrounding sound gradually disappeared, and He Baobao's eyes showed a hint of joy. She continued: "Although I don't know what you have experienced, but it has already happened, so why bother to persevere."

"Since she has chosen someone else, that person must be the most different to her. Even if you are like this, it is useless."

It was quiet all around, and He Bao Baobao's voice echoed, clear and sweet, but also revealing a bit of indifference and arrogance. There were three parts of indifference, three parts of rationality, three parts of determination and one part of helplessness.

He Baobao's eyes widened in shock.

Is this her voice? The sound of her breasts purring!!

He suddenly raised his hand, and what caught his eye was a pair of long, white, delicate and distinct hands, with pink and tender fingertips.

"When did my hands become like this?!" He Baobao touched himself all over in horror.

At this moment, the fog in front of his eyes dissipated, revealing a corner of the cold pool, and He Baobao walked over.

In the cold pool, a slender and tall figure faintly appeared. Her facial features were blurred, but she was vaguely an extremely beautiful woman, with an aura that was as otherworldly as the snowy mountains.

He Baobao suddenly panicked. She raised her hand to touch her face, and her reflection in the pool followed suit and did the same thing.

While he was immersed in shock, the voice in the air seemed to have come back to his senses because of He Baobao's words.

He said coldly: "As expected, you still chose him."

"You want to be my enemy for him!!"

At the same time, the fog across the cold pool suddenly dispersed, and a figure blended into the fog was vaguely visible. He could not see clearly, but what made He Baobao feel weird was that what he was holding in his hand was...

A bloody whisk.


Chapter completed!