If he felt pity, wouldn't Hua Shura have put his life in the hands of the Lord?
Inappropriate, hugely inappropriate.
Being able to sit firmly in the position of protector of the demon clan all year round, whether it is Hua Shura or them, although their personalities are very different, their scheming methods cannot be underestimated.
Coupled with their strong strength, the four of them can be regarded as amazingly talented people in the Three Realms.
None of the three of them needed to say anything, everything was said in silence.
Monster clan.
Dressed in ice-blue attire, the wind-studded snow lotus moves lightly, walking in a dense forest shrouded in smoke, with birds chirping and flowers fragrant, just like a fairyland.
As Feng Linxue walked in, the white mist in the forest became thicker and thicker, until finally it completely submerged her figure, and even the green in the forest turned into a vast expanse of white.
Dense blue light enveloped her whole body, and at first glance, it looked like a piece of transparent jade.
Feng Linxue walked calmly in the white mist, as if the road was at her feet. Her silky hair turned blue in the blink of an eye, and the blue patterns at the corners of her eyes sparkled.
The original iceberg beauty suddenly became a little more ethereal.
She waved her sleeve, and a drop of blood emerged from her slender index finger and flew into the white mist ahead.
The blood drops quickly dissipated in the mist, and the vast whiteness in front of my eyes collapsed. After a while, my eyes swayed like water streaks, taking on a completely new look.
A city alley suddenly came into view, countless laughter lingered in the ears, and the vermilion walls were entangled with countless green thorns and gorgeous flowers.
The people coming and going have different hair colors and are very strange, adding a bit of fantasy to this magnificent other world.
The sudden appearance of the beauty instantly attracted everyone's attention. When they saw the person clearly, the people walking on the street were overjoyed, with smiles on their faces.
"Saint, you are back!"
"Saint."
…
People coming and going greeted her enthusiastically, Feng Linxue smiled with her eyes and lips slightly raised, and her cold face suddenly had a hint of fireworks, just like the mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world.
Half an hour later, she arrived outside a mansion, took a deep breath and walked away.
This is the palace of the demon clan, the residence of the demon lord and her.
Their demon tribe is different from the demon tribe and the human tribe. The supreme leader does not like to live in high red walls. He likes to live in this ordinary courtyard house, raising flowers and growing grass, which is very comfortable.
"The saint is back!" As soon as he stepped through the door, he could hear shouts of surprise.
"Saint!" Suddenly, a hurried figure ran in front of him, panting.
"Uncle Nie, is the Demon Lord in the house?"
Uncle Nie is an old four-tailed fox. When he was on the verge of death a few years ago, the demon master saved him with a blood contract. In order to repay the demon master for saving his life, he stayed in the house to take care of all the affairs.
With a blood contract, there is no doubt about his loyalty.
Uncle Nie's wrinkled face blossomed into a smile, and he said kindly: "As for the saint, the demon master is not in the house at the moment."
"Huh? Is he in Nanyuan?"
"Yes, please rest first. I will send someone to invite the Demon Lord right now."
"No need to go to such trouble, I will go to Nanyuan to look for him."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Linxue turned around neatly and strode away.
Watching her striding away, Uncle Nie shook his head helplessly and murmured to himself, "It's the same as usual, it's great."
At the southernmost end of the street, there is another enclosed yard, which is filled with all kinds of flowers and plants, including expensive, rare, ordinary and beautiful flowers... everything you want.
You can see some spring-like stamens from a long distance away.
Nanyuan is the warmest place in the entire demon clan. It is like spring all year round and hundreds of flowers are in bloom. The flowers and plants inside are found by the demon master himself, which is of great significance.
Smelling the faint fragrance of flowers in the wind, Feng Linxue felt relaxed and happy, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she stepped into the spring-filled yard with joy.
In the courtyard, the breeze was blowing, a few crimson petals were swaying in the wind, and a fiery red figure was looming.
The slender figure had her waist slightly bent, her slender fingers were playing with the flower stamens in front of her, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, which was very beautiful.
"Come back?" A deep magnetic voice sounded, and the charm in the voice was fleeting.
"Demon Lord." Feng Linxue blessed her body, and her usually indifferent Qingcheng face softened.
The Demon Lord straightened up, turned around slowly, looked at the beautiful figure in front of him, and let out a long sigh, full of helplessness.
"Linxue, between you and me, can we only treat him so indifferently? We shouldn't be like this."
The man's 3,000-toned hair is draped behind his back, with an exquisite hollow hair crown pinned in between his hair, two red hairbands intertwined in it, and a pair of narrow red phoenix eyes showing evil charm.
Looking carefully, this rarely seen demon lord is somewhat similar to the Feng Linxue in front of him, but his temperament is completely different.
The Demon Lord's red clothes are like fire, and three thousand silver threads add a touch of dignity to his young handsome face, but his innate demon bloodline makes him exude an evil spirit all the time.
On the contrary, Feng Linxue's demeanor shows no trace of the blood of the demon race at all, and is more like a goddess of the Nine Heavens who has given up her emotions and desires.
Feng Linxue's eyes flashed slightly, and her head was slightly lowered, so that the man in front of her did not notice her sudden change.
Seeing her delay in answering, the Demon Lord sighed, and the darkness in his eyes flashed past so fast that no one could notice.
"That's all, since it's what you want, it's up to you."
When Feng Linxue heard this, her heart ached. She stood up suddenly, looked up, and met a pair of pale eyes.
Their eyes met, and both of them understood a thousand words. After a few breaths, Feng Linxue smiled sweetly, her red lips parted lightly, "Brother."
The call that they had not heard for a long time brought two estranged hearts together again, and they looked at each other and smiled.
"You are finally willing to call me brother." Feng Xuanye raised his lips, and his gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, as bright as stars.
They are brothers and sisters with the same father and mother, and they were very close in the past. Until the day their parents passed away and the burden of the entire demon clan fell on their shoulders, the two of them abided by the etiquette of monarchs and ministers, and became more and more estranged.
Feng Xuanye, who was still young, became the demon lord, while Feng Linxue became the new generation of demon saint. In order to protect the demon clan from being taken advantage of by the demon clan, the brothers and sisters who originally talked about everything embarked on a two-way journey.
A completely different path.
Feng Linxue, who was originally lively, obtained Wuqin, the treasure of the demon clan, and practiced the cold-hearted art of sound control, while Feng Xuanye practiced hard day and night, and in only half a month, he awakened the power of his bloodline, and his demonic power became strong.
At first, those with evil intentions in the Monster Clan wanted to take this opportunity to seize power. Fortunately, their parents secretly left many confidants behind. The brother and sister worked together and worked hard, and finally, Feng Xuanye took full control of the Monster Clan.
It was at that time that Feng Linxue, who was seriously injured, met Ji Feiyu.
From that time on, she never called herself brother again.
Every time he thought about this place, Feng Xuanye's heart on his left chest felt painful.