Chapter 48 The Wind 1

The drizzle gradually stopped, and after the demon king left, many nearby residents surrounded him.

"Oh, what a pity..."

"That's right, that's right, the injury is so serious that I guess I have died a long time ago."

"Sympathy? If you sympathize, buy them a coffin.

"What are you talking about? I don't even have my own coffin."

At this time, a girl in a white robe with gold edges came in and covered her mouth in surprise after seeing three people lying on the ground.

When she woke up, she found herself in Langzhong's house in a village near Luo'an City, accompanied by a female disciple of the butterfly dance school. After hearing the reason, she immediately came back, but she didn't expect...

Lian Jian, Mu Sheng and Lan Ming lie motionless, especially Mu Sheng. The dark blue clothes have been soaked in blood. At first glance, it seems that they are powerless to return to the sky.

Nothing to worry about, Hongshang quickly went to rent a carriage and wanted to take the forage to treat it.

The dark clouds in the distance gradually dissipated, the sun showed a little warm light, and the sky began to clear up, but on the other side, there was endless white fog, winding around, as if unable to get out.

The black boots stepped on the leaves in the jungle and made a small sound. Yin Shuo followed the breath left by Jialuo and walked towards an unknown place.

There is a thick white fog in front of him, and everything in the forest is virtual and real in front of Yin Shuo, and it can't be judged whether it is true or false.

A light gradually appeared in front of him, and Yin Shuo accelerated his pace. After reaching the end, he found that what appeared in front of him was a huge mountain.

The slightly curly hair fluctuated gently on his face. He looked at the mountains and forests full of fog and knew in his heart that this was the legendary "Demon Mountain".

It seems that the demon Garlo thought that he could kill him with this mountain?

Yin Shuo lowered his head and sneered.

"Naive."

The red figure stood at the top of the mountain. Gallo lowered his head to look at the scenery at the bottom of the mountain. He seemed to hear something and raised his eyebrows gently.

The time, the location, and the people.

Today, he wants to see who is naive.

Feeling the rapid approach of danger, a trace of contempt flashed in Gallo's eyes. He turned slightly and was facing the mountain pass. The cold wind blew his long hair, the blood-red jacket flew in the air, and the dead branches behind him were unbearably crooked, but he was motionless.

The breath of the demon king is getting closer and closer, and the bloodthirsty light shines in Garlo's charming peach blossom eyes.

He has been preparing for so long, but how can he not be excited for this moment?

The wind chimes were tied to a tree on one side. She looked at the man in front of her that she wanted to kill most with her own hands, with resentment.

In the galloping cold wind, a purple figure gradually walked in the white fog all over the sky. Fengling's sight was attracted by him, and there was a little consterred in his eyes.

Really...is it coming?

This guy doesn't know why. This is Zhenyao Mountain. If he knows... if, if...

Even if he knows... is he still coming?

"Your Highness the Demon King can come to the humble house below, which really makes this hill shine." Gallo smiled and looked like a welcome guest.

Yin Shuo ignored the wind chimes tied behind him, and just gently glanced at the cabin on one side of his eyes, with a mocking smile at the corners of his mouth.

"I said why I couldn't find the figure of the right guard. It turned out that you hid here."

"Ah, Your Royal Highness, have you found me in person? How embarrassing."

Yin Shuo snorted coldly.

"Don't be embarrassed. I will soon burn this mountain so that you can live in such a comfortable mountain in the underworld."

"Oh--" Gallo lowered his head and gently patted the dust on his collar, with a smile on his face from beginning to end. "The peony flowers die, and it's romantic to be a ghost. Your Highness Demon King, if there are two peerless beauties with you, it will be worth this life.

Two people? Fengling's eyes flashed puzzled. The next second, Yin Shuo's eyes gently scratched her body, and there was no emotion on her face.

"If you like it, I'll stay with you."

Hearing Yin Shuo's words, Jialuo turned around and looked at the wind chimes behind him with great interest, and saw her stunned expression.

He reached out and scratched the back of his head, with a trace of chagrin in his tone.

"Ah... It turns out that the relationship between His Royal Highness the Demon King and his wife is so bad? Am I wrong?"

"You are not wrong."

"Oh?"

"You just overestimated me."

"Texit about it."

"The great sentiment that you can ignore life for love - this, I don't have it."

Fengling looked at Yin Shuo in a daze, as if he had never seen it before. Hearing his words, Fengling's heart was like a wet quilt, which was stuffy and uncomfortable.

He gently tapped his chin with his finger, and Gallo looked at Yin Shuo doubtfully.

"In this case, why do you still come here, Your Highness the Demon King?"

"People who despise me are usually killed by me."

"What's unusual?"

"Frustrate and raise ashes."

After the words fell, the sword that Yin Shuo had been holding in his right hand began to glow faintly, and the murderous intention became heavier and heavier, which made the wind chimes tied behind Gallo feel.

She looked at Yin Shuo not far away through Gallo's body. Since going up the mountain, his eyes have almost never fallen on her. Now his eyes are full of indifference and murder, and the anger in his body is poured into the sword. As long as he swings his sword, he can imagine what a lethal blow it is!

Magical Gallo, he may be able to avoid it, but what about her? She, who was tied to the tree and couldn't move at all, have to withstand all his attacks?

Does it matter to him?

Fengling looked at the purple clothes flying in the cold wind and flashed a lot of pictures in her mind, but only indifferent eyes appeared in front of her.

Gallo lowered his head and smiled gently, but the laughter seemed a little horrible around the cold wind.

"Your Highness the Demon King."

Gallo raised his head gently, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"You don't care about the afterlife, so what about the ontology?"

Yin Shuo frowned and didn't seem to want to answer his question. Gallo continued to say after seeing it:

Anyway, the afterlife is just the afterlife. There is no same appearance, no same personality, but a stranger. But the ontology is different. Although the soul is no longer there, the ontology is the ontology and nothing can be replaced.

Soul? Ontology? Afterlife? Fengling slowly combined with Yin Shuo's performance in his mind, and there was an answer that was about to come out.

"So, Your Royal Highness, from now on, don't act rashly."

Yin Shuo looked at him coldly, but his sword spirit was still the same, but he did not make a move.

"Because if there is any mistake, I will make her body disappear completely."

Fengling stared straight at Yin Shuo's face and didn't want to let go of any of his expressions.

The cold wind roared, but Gallo's voice was lingering.

"Bing, what a beautiful name."