It's a pity that good times never last long. Tong Ling'er is a lonely ghost. Without the support of the devil's power, he cannot survive forever.

Moreover, his disappearance has gradually aroused the suspicion of the demon world, and many similar demons are chasing him. Now he is just hiding here temporarily.

However, he didn't expect that this place was where the Demon Lord once practiced, and Xuanyuan Yao happened to break in. What's even more unfortunate is that he was the Demon Lord who suddenly disappeared thousands of years ago.

In this way, as long as he is willing to return to the Demon Realm and overthrow the Demon King's rule, Su Yeluo will be allowed to roam freely in the Demon Realm, and he will no longer have to hide like he does today.

"Demon Lord, I hope you can return to the demon world. Many demons are still waiting for your return." Su Yeluo caught up and said cautiously.

Xuanyuan Yao didn't say anything, and walked straight out of the stone room. In front of him was a cliff, and when the mist came out, there was nothing.

He closed his eyes slightly and felt that there had been Murong Qianqian's aura here, but there was another person. This person was not Leng Sha, but...

Not me!

Xuanyuan Yao sneered, and memories from a thousand years ago appeared in his mind. At that time, I had always been in love with Murong Qianqian, but it was a pity that she loved him.

What do I want to do in this life?

This Demonic Sword has been kept by Fei for some unknown reason, but now it is given to Qianqian to unlock his demonic nature.

Needless to say, Xuanyuan Yao also knew what he wanted to do, which was to accelerate the eternal love and hatred between him and Qianqian.

This love and hatred is a punishment from heaven and a curse from the three realms.

Tightening the fingers in his sleeves, Xuanyuan Yao narrowed his eyes and looked at the withered plants where he passed, with a craziest smile on his lips.

"Let's go back to the devil world~"

…

The hibiscus flowers in Yunyao Mountain have faded, and the mountains and plains are no longer as colorful as they once were.

On the edge of the cliff, the trees growing on the rocks were leaning crookedly. A few leaves in the greenery had turned golden, and when the wind blew, they swirled and fell.

Murong Qianqian was sitting on a stone on the edge of the cliff. The big tree behind her still had small flowers flying in the air.

Perhaps her heart was desolate, so when she looked at the rain of flowers in front of her, she felt a kind of lonely heartache, just like the helplessness at the moment, spreading endlessly in her chest.

Murong Qianqian couldn't remember whether it was a day ago, a month ago, or a year ago. The dagger in her hand pierced Xuanyuan Yao's chest deeply.

I can't even remember how I ran out of the stone room and how I came to Yunyao Mountain. I only know that when I came to my senses, I was already sitting on the edge of the cliff.

Sometimes, she really wants to be like these petals, blowing off the cliff with the wind. This may not be a kind of relief and a kind of happiness.

It's a pity that she is too timid, or in other words, she can't let go of her timidity, and she still thinks that those deceptions are just nightmares.

Just like the dream that lay in the small room behind her, she just never woke up, it was not that Xuanyuan Yao really deceived him.

However, he did deceive her. No matter how much she refused to believe it, the pain in her heart reminded herself over and over again that these were facts.

Holding her knees with her arms, Murong Qianqian buried her head in her hair, trying to cover the tears in her eyes.

She didn't understand why Xuanyuan Yao was able to deceive him from beginning to end. The old oath of friendship still clearly echoed in her ears, but now it has become a curse.

He said that he would only love her for the rest of his life; he said that he would never give up easily for the rest of his life; he said, please believe in his love...

But, why is this the result in the end? If it is destined to be deceived and destined to be a pain, why do you have to be so devoted to the performance?

Murong Qianqian is an actor, but she feels very sad that she was deceived by a man who is not an actor, and she can't help herself. This is such a ridiculous thing.

Once, when she saw others suffering from love, she felt that these were the exaggerated emotions of some boring women, just like the literati's sentiments about spring and autumn.

But now, when she experienced it herself, she realized that some pain could really penetrate deep into the bone marrow and swallow up the whole person bit by bit like poison.

Moreover, Xuanyuan Yao's poison is incurable and can only cause death little by little.

The hornbill flapped its wings restlessly on Murong Qianqian's shoulder, opened its small red mouth and wanted to speak, but held it back because of the grief on her face.

At this time, footsteps sounded behind him, as light as falling snow.

The hornbill felt the visitor's breath, suddenly flew up, landed on the visitor's shoulder, and rubbed its little head on his neck affectionately.

When Feiwo saw this, he patted the hornbill on the head, and the fairy bird immediately flapped its wings knowingly and flew away, leaving him some alone space.

"Qianqian, it's windy here." Feiwo stepped forward and put the robe hanging on his arms on Murong Qianqian's body.

Murong Qianqian did not respond, and still stared blankly at the cliff in front of her, "Xiaolan, the flowers will bloom again after they wither. Will the beauty that has passed away come back?"

Not me: "..."

"Why did you say he lied to me? Is it possible to deceive everyone's feelings just for the so-called "one person is inferior to ten thousand people"?

Even if he only has the country and the country in his heart, he shouldn't use love like that. This is such a hurtful thing, but he must not understand."

Biting her lip hard, Murong Qianqian tried her best to keep her voice calm and not let her vulnerability be exposed in front of others.

"Actually, it's okay for him to deceive me, but why, why doesn't he just deceive me for the rest of his life? He can actually deceive me for the rest of his life.

Xiaolan, you know, he used to really love me and dote on me. He would be jealous because of me and because I was unpredictable. Those episodes are very happy to think about.

But, it was false. When I was convinced, I nakedly announced that everything was an illusion. It was so funny."

Speaking of this, Murong Qianqian tried her best to raise the corners of her mouth, wanting to laugh at herself, but at this moment, how could she laugh.

I have never seen Murong Qianqian like this. In her previous life, even though she found out that Xuanyuan Yao was the Demon Lord, she was still stubborn and would not even let others see her sadness.

But now, she curled up like a child, trying hard to suppress her tears, but her body was shaking uncontrollably.

This look is like a kitten soaked in heavy rain, huddled in a dark corner seeking even a little bit of safety.
Chapter completed!