Erin's first 100 years of life was rich and colorful, and it was a model of great ups and downs in life. She was first made by foreign human businessmen, which made her family shamed. She was expelled from the Rangers team and became a savage in the forest. Fortunately, humans are much more anxious than elves, otherwise if her lover named Zhao came to pick her up ten years later, Erin would probably not be able to survive.

In fact, according to human standards, the woman was so pregnant that she was almost late when she was pregnant and was about to give birth.

Afterwards, her husband explained that in order to marry such a girl who is definitely not a lady from a wealthy family, he almost broke up with the family. Fortunately, Irene's elf identity has enough extra points, otherwise she would be a concubine for her husband at most. When she came to Middle Earth and saw the scale of the dock to welcome her and her husband's team, Irene once again glad that she was an elves, which could be rare for humans.

She is just an ordinary border ranger, and she is still a girl's family, and it is basically impossible to get promoted. After ten years of service, she should be retired and married. With the status of the Irene family, she probably also found a ranger. Now she has become the young lady of the Zhao family. There are hundreds of maids and servants who are running errands behind her butt. Every time she goes out, she doesn't rush to the front and back. Generally speaking, the young lady is sitting in a sedan chair. But she can't hold it in, and her husband also wants to show off, so she is so happy that everyone in the city knows that he has married a pointed ear. So she has become a horse riding, which is really unique.

Someone was holding a large thin fan on his head, a maid was carrying tea and drinking water in the back, and a servant in front of him was so majestic. Whenever Mrs. Zhao went on a trip, the people in the city were sensational, and they all helped the elderly and children, which made the streets scattered. Just to see the beauty, scholars and the staff had to buy a teahouse in advance. As the saying goes, riding a horse and leaning on the slanted bridge, folding fans around the building. As the daughter who was swept out of the house, Erin was so excited that she wanted to go back to her hometown to show off. She often thought that if she could make a trip, she might not have to take her daughter to Thailand now.

With a daughter, she also has to have a son. The Han people pay attention to both children, and the elves are not the same. But the two have different concepts of time. Erin can spend half a month staring at the pond in the yard just to wait for the moment when the morning dew slides down from the lotus leaves and drips into the water. She has time. The nurse and maid are circling around her daughter. She only appears occasionally when she is happy, and hold it in her arms and coaxes.

The wife who was too idle and had an energetic husband almost never stopped every night. Anyway, Irene only had a "good thing" once a year. Therefore, her chance of getting pregnant was doubled, and the Zhao family's young master who everyone was looking forward to was still unable to appear.

But the husband cannot smile like Erin, and wait for him for ten or eight years, or even twenty years. There are three unfilial things, and no descendants are the greatest. With the emergence of the second and third rooms, based on the innate arrogance of the elves, Erin refused her husband to touch her again, and the half-elves heir of the Zhao family became a bubble.

So she fell into a small and broken house in this uninhabited village and listened to the terrifying stories of the Thaisian Lyon. Lyon's experience was so terrible that she actually sympathized with the dragon-slaying hero, a man whose status was far above her.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember how he died, so Lyon had to skip a few key parts of the story and start directly from the middle. Even so, Erin heard it with pity and leaned over to hold his hand, indicating that she was with Lyon.

The brightness of the candlelight is extremely ambiguous, and Erin's leather armor and tights also outline a beautiful scene that a man cannot refuse. Looking at the green eyes and shining red hair, he had to use all his willpower to not pull Erin into his arms.

Lyon leaned back quietly without revealing his traces to avoid smelting Erin from making him lose control. He turned his attention back to the story itself, after all, this is more important to him.

At that time, the jailer who was guarding him was tired of torturing Lyon's body, so he looked for a more distorted way to destroy his remaining self-esteem. The demon reshaped his body for him and interpreted Lyon's memory by the way. So he went from torturing him to torturing his lover. It was in this situation that Lyon met Ashley, and the succubus was thrown into a cage, which was different from other similar people. The succubus refused to be turned into being by Christina, or Emily.

Not only that, she also escaped the fate of being beheaded. Lyon plucked the fence made of human bones and watched Ashley break out and become a shadow that was hard to reach. He really envied the succubus' wings and went wherever he wanted.

He always thought it was the devil who was tired of playing, so he threw him out. However, when he saw Ashley's face tonight, he felt too many memories awakened with the kiss.

Day in hell means sun exposure, thirst, sandstorms, and blood mist. Anyway, it can kill people. The jailer is very happy to use the natural environment to torture Lyon, and they are happy to be idle. Lyon cannot get water and food. Anyway, as long as the big man is happy, he raises his hand and Lyon will be "resurrected".

The skin on his back was peeling off early, and it would be night. Unlike during the day, hell's nights can be cold to freezing. He curled up in a ball, without a piece of rag covering his body. Every time a gust of cold wind passes, the wound on his back is like a knife cut.

The consciousness became increasingly blurred, and he was even happy because it meant liberation, even if it was only temporary.

A shadow covered the purple moon in hell and blocked the wind, like a wall emitting a stinky smell. The faceless person can turn into countless forms, but the smell on it remains constant, smelling like a mixture of rotten beef and rotten fish, and then put it in the jar for a hundred years!

"Look at me, little human." The devil spoke.

Lyon stubbornly maintained his sleeping position. In fact, he was almost dead and could not look up even if he had been exposed to the sun for two consecutive days.

The devil laughed twice, expressed some understanding, and continued.

"I can resurrect you."

Are there fewer people who have resurrected me? He thought to himself.

Oh, no, no, dear Lyon, is the real resurrection, I can bring you back to the mortal world. The demon no longer speaks with his mouth, but enters Lyon's brain.

Then I will be a slave for you? Kill tens of thousands of people to sacrifice to you? Open a door and wait for your great lord. Lyon mercilessly mocked the faceless person in his mind. This was the first time he had the opportunity to talk to the devil prince.

"Hahaha!" The devil's laughter sounded a little refreshing.

No, my Lord of War, this resurrection does not have any additional conditions, as long as you nod your head. Open your eyes again and you will wake up in your coffin. The devil's voice is full of temptation and sounds very sincere.
Chapter completed!