Obviously, there was a green and enchanting green mountain in front of us just now, but after bypassing the green mountain and entering the realm of purgatory, we immediately saw rugged rocks all over the mountains and plains.
The black stones were erected horizontally and vertically between the sky and the earth, and a cold and desolate world was isolated in this area - Purgatory.
"What a desolate, cold place." Shui Yueying frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him. Although he knew that the purgatory they went to was not a good place, but seeing it with his own eyes...
Silent wasteland, grains of stone and soil.
Yaoguang looked at the land in front of him, and after a while he said to Rakshasa who had regained his appearance as a great Rakshasa this morning: "You are very good."
In such a desolate place, such a barren land, Rakshasa has a huge reputation. Traveling to various places, they often hear the name "King of Purgatory". Yaoguang doesn't like to praise people, but standing here, she also
I couldn't help but say something.
A gentle smile flashed across Rakshasa's cold eyes after hearing this. Yes, gentleness, a gentleness emanating from the bottom of his heart. He stretched out his hand to hold Yaoguang's hand, without saying anything, and just strode towards Purgatory.
.
This is his home.
Now, he brings home the woman he likes.
Wherever the wind passes, the sky and the earth are vast.
The capital of Purgatory in the center of Purgatory, the King of Hell.
Rakshasa and the others did not parachute with great fanfare, nor did they notify anyone to come out to greet them, nor did they put on any show of style. They just walked into the city slowly and calmly, like an ordinary team.
The Hell King's City is not as prosperous as the Dragon City, nor is it as exquisite as the city on Yunhua Star. Even the capital of the Beidou Star Maya Kingdom is three points better than this King's City.
There is no high-rise 69 Book Bar, no luxury and elegance, not even a decent royal palace.
Some are just rough.
Some, just eclectic.
Some are just what people want, warm and charming.
Yes, there is no beautiful city, no exquisite buildings, and no long history, but this royal city has a warmth, a warmth that cannot be found in ordinary.
That is, the warmth of home.
People are coming and going on the street.
"Sir, you are back." A woman passing by saw Rakshasa and immediately laughed.
Rakshasa clasped his hands behind his back and actually nodded.
"Sir, sir, I miss you so much. Have you brought us anything delicious this time?" A child saw Rakshasa and ran over happily and threw himself at Rakshasa.