"Zhuo'er, it's not that I miss you any less, but this woman is so much like you. Her appearance, body shape, and even the determination in her eyes are all very much like you.
Do you know that these years in the Demon Realm are too desolate and desolate, and all the backgrounds with red as the keynote make people extremely hot and anxious. I am afraid that one day, sooner or later, I will be swallowed up by this boundless emptiness. I am even more afraid that one day you will
It will completely turn into a hard and cold stone mountain. At that time, even the soul will no longer exist. If that happens, where should my heart be placed? Who should I confide my feelings to?
Zhuo'er, forgive me for treating her as you and fulfilling my lifelong wish. I let your blood flow in her body, and then she will have your warmth. This thousand years of loneliness should end..."
The years are like the spring flowing down from the Holy Spirit Mountain. Somehow, it has no source and no destination. It only forms a pool in a depression in the middle. It is crystal clear but reflects a faint red color. In such a world, there is only one
A variety of colors - rocks, flowers, grass, running water, even the sky and soil, are all deep and light red.
It is like this every day, looking at everything outside through a grotto, and I don't know what it feels like. In the end, I have no concept of time. No matter how deliberately carved, the mountains are not like mountains, and the rocks are not like rocks.
The bunch of broken flowers squeezed out from the gap cannot bring any vitality. How can lifeless flowers really bloom? The corridor is also made of dark red stones, and the plain white dye still cannot completely cover it up.
Blood-like color.
Being imprisoned and restrained, some people regard this imprisonment and restraint as pampering and redemption.
"Miss, it's time for you to go to the Holy Spirit Spring."
I woke up from my dream, and the voice became distant, strange and familiar. I smiled silently, but I didn't want to move at all.
"Miss, the master is waiting outside the door, slave..."
"You are an immortal, why do you keep talking about these two words!" Jiujiu's sad mood finally fluctuated.
"I understand, miss..."
The girl-like woman who is groveling in front of me is called Zhifen, and she is a descendant of the flower fairy. The decline of the fairy clan made her become a maid of the gods, and now she has succumbed to the demonic realm that has not completely escaped from the chaos. Her flower stamens seem to be gradually
It was dyed red and lost its original luster. I stared intently at the sadness and grievance deep in her eyes. I really couldn't imagine her mood at the moment: a flower that should have every inch of her skin exuding dazzling spiritual brilliance.
She is a fairy, but she is so humble that she calls a demon "Miss".
"Let's go."
I feel the same way about her helplessness, but the nature is different.
Walking out of the cave, everything is dark red. This is dusk in the Demon Realm. The dusk is not yellow, only dusk. The red mist is thick, making people feel a little hot in their hearts, but their bodies can only feel the coldness that penetrates their bones.
He was standing opposite, with his back to me. Perhaps he heard my footsteps, so he turned around with a cold face.
"Zhifen, why didn't you put on the fox fur for the young lady? The Demonic Realm is not as good as the mortal world, and the young lady cannot bear the cold!" The tone was full of reproach.
"I'm sorry, Master, slave..." Zhifen glanced at me timidly, "I, I'll go get it for Miss." After saying that, she hurried into the grotto.
"Yinluo, are you cold? Come to me."
Every time I hear him call my name, I feel an indescribable feeling of relief.
I shook my head and smiled bitterly: "How can a demon with no blood flow feel cold?"
I walked aside, ignoring his open arms to me, but he still walked behind me and hugged me tightly. I didn't try to break away, because it was of no use. In front of a powerful demon, I was just a victim.
What can a demon with sealed spiritual power do?
"Why do you still refuse to accept me after so long? Is it because I hurt you?"
I turned around and stared at him, our eyes met, and suddenly I realized that I couldn't express any resentment or anger at all.
"Forget it, let's go to the Holy Spirit Spring."
It's that faint red spring, crystal clear. After passing through the corridor dyed white, and then around a stone hill, you can see that your eyes are blocked by an endless mountain, and you can only hear the sound of gurgling water. There is no sound on the mountain.
There is a trace of life. The rocks on the mountain are all red, but I always feel that there is a weak blue halo shrouding it. If I look carefully, there is nothing. No demon dares to come near here, of course, except for the ones around me.
this.
This is the Holy Spirit Mountain - the Holy Mountain of the Demon Realm.
I put on the fox fur that Zhi Fen had brought for me and silently thought about the spring. According to him, in addition to the demons, for other creatures, the spring is healing holy water. Not only that, it can also double the spiritual power.
Because I was too seriously injured, he actually came up with a blood transfusion - to replace the original blood in my body with the Holy Spirit Spring water. But if it was replaced all at once, I couldn't withstand the powerful aura of the Holy Spirit Spring, so he simply
He drained my blood, used his magic power to maintain my life, and then took me to soak in the Holy Spirit Spring for two hours every day. It's strange to say that he was the one who hurt me in the first place, but now he is consuming his own magic power.
Did he come to save me just to possess me? Or did he want to resolve the hatred in my heart through this false redemption? But I seem to have forgotten that he is a demon. The demons themselves have no equality, only killing and the law of the jungle.
In the Demon Realm, those monsters with low magical power can only become food for other demons and a tool to increase their magical power. Then why should he bother to resolve my hatred? No demon does not want to get the supreme status, desire, killing, and blood.
, is the whole meaning of the demon's existence. He is the second most powerful demon in the demon realm. He can't understand why he would waste his capital of becoming a king, that is, powerful magic power, on a demon, or a demon with incomparable hatred.
Clan of monsters.
Passing through a canyon in the Holy Spirit Mountain, there is a depression surrounded by mountains on three sides with only one exit. In the center is the Lichi Pond - the place where the Holy Spirit Spring gathers. Before entering here, he would always stop for a moment at the entrance.
I didn't notice it at first, but then I gradually discovered that every time he stopped, his eyes would be filled with light red liquid, or maybe it was because of this liquid that he stopped. Could it be that these were the tears of the demons?
Is it? A demon who only advocates desire and power is actually crying? He never mentioned it, and I never asked.
But today, he did not stop, and the light red liquid did not leak out of his eyes. Instead, he walked forward eagerly, even looking impatient. In front of him was the end of the canyon, and I could vaguely see the Holy Spirit spring water emerging from the lake.
The dim light came closer step by step. Following his steps, I felt a little uneasiness or a feeling of expectation in my heart. When my field of vision was completely expanded to the point where I could see the entire Lichi, I was indeed stunned. Chaotic.
The Demon Realm actually has other colors! What appeared in front of my eyes was a patch of green trees, with birds chirping and flowers fragrant, and bright yellow petals falling in the violent pond. Under the influence of the aura, they gave off a faint light.
Like the beauty blooming in a pool of blood, the darker the sky, the more beautiful and indescribable it becomes. Indeed, for too long, there was only a red color in my eyes and no other colors. Suddenly, it was as if I had returned to the original world, back to the original world.
In the gloomy forest, I also think of Xiaolu, the dancer leisurely beside me, so agile, and my heart is so happy and peaceful.
Even Zhifen was shocked. She couldn't control her feet and walked quickly to the center of the colorful flowers before me. She raised her hands and caught the falling petals in her palms. Her master didn't stop her, leaving her alone.
Indiscriminately.
I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth. I calculated that after decades of time, I finally felt a little bit of life from numbness at this moment. But then, a feeling of loss came to me more solemnly than joy.
"Do you like it?" He looked at me with a smile. He was actually smiling.
"Miss! Miss! The color of these petals is the same as mine! So beautiful! Look!" Zhifen danced in the rain of flowers, her fairy spirit turned into a light yellow halo, and the pollen spread all over the sky. But at this moment
, my thoughts were eroded by deeply buried memories, and all the things I had deliberately forgotten came back.
Maybe these beautiful things no longer belong to me. Since I have lost everything, why should I be greedy for this short-lived and false beauty?
I didn't say any words, I just suppressed the memories rushing in my mind and walked to the Holy Spirit Spring. Finally, a drop of tear fell into the lake, causing several waves of water ripples.
"Zhi Fen, help me undress."
Zhifen seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream and return to reality. She was a little surprised and the joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end, but she could only agree to me helplessly.
"Yes, miss."
I didn't look at his expression. Whether it was helplessness, loss, or a little bit angry, it didn't matter. Zhifen took off every piece of my clothes until the last layer of close-fitting gauze was taken off. She turned around and took a look.
her master.
"Okay, you go further."
I didn't need to turn my head to know that he was watching my naked back and slowly walked towards me. I turned my back to him. When he came closer, I instinctively handed my hand to him, but he uncharacteristically grabbed my hand.
His hand forced my body to turn around, so the skin on my chest was just against his brocade robe. I could feel a trace of warmth, but I couldn't tell whether it was warm or cold.
He sighed softly, as if he wanted to say something, but it finally turned into a sigh, and he hugged me tightly, making me suffocated. I always thought that I was like an object, and he just wanted to possess it, not cherish it.
, but if it weren’t for cherishing it, how could there be any warmth in his arms at this moment?
"That's all."
He let go of me, and in an instant, everything that was colorful and bright just now began to wither, gradually turned into ashes, and melted into the background of Yin Hong. He picked up my hand, and lightly passed it with his fingers, and a drop of crystal light red liquid dropped.
When it fell into the lake of violence, the liquid was almost the same as the spring water of the Holy Spirit in the lake of violence.
"This is the last time. Your injury is almost healed. You can just make it in time for the wedding."
My heart skipped a beat.
"What wedding date?"
"Our wedding date." He said calmly, and I was at a loss.
"This will be the grandest ceremony in the Demon Realm, right? No demon has ever held a wedding!" Zhi Fan looked more delighted 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? My heart, which has been calm for decades, is extremely boiling at this moment, not because of happiness, but because
Because of anger.
However, he didn't give me a chance to explode. Instead, he hugged me into the pool of violence. The silver light flickered. I just felt that the boiling liquid in my body was flowing faster and faster. It was like burning, and it was an unforgettable pain. Could it be that this
Is it because of my excitement? I didn’t feel like this during exchange transfusions before. My body felt like it was going to explode, my internal organs were being torn apart, and it seemed like something was being forcibly poured into my body, and even into my mind. It’s been a long time, and for the first time, I
I had such a strong feeling once, and after a long period of numbness, such severe pain awakened all my senses. I tried my best to endure it and not let myself scream, but gradually I realized that this heartbreaking pain was almost gone.
I couldn't react at all. A vague voice came from my ears:
"We are about to succeed, hold on..."
It was his voice, which seemed a little tired. However, soon, I could no longer hear it. It was dark, and there was only darkness in front of me...