Entering the fourth prison, in front of you is a sea of flowers, in full swing, floating on a dark black river, indescribably beautiful.
Next to the river, there was a small small boat parked. The person punting the boat was covered in a fluffy cloak, so he could not be seen clearly.
He held his pennie quietly and remained silent.
This river is called the River Styx, which is the river of life in the demon world. There are souls that cannot ascend to heaven floating on it, like rising clouds.
Beiming Liancheng stood at the bow of the boat, looking down at Nangong Baiye in his arms, his eyes as heavy as an ancient well.
She didn't open her eyes, but he could feel her voice.
"Where is this?"
Beiming Liancheng smoothed her messed up long hair, and his side face showed a tenderness that even he could not detect: "The other side."
"Where is the most beautiful place where Manzhushahua blooms?" she asked.
Beiming Liancheng hummed, and his thin lips landed on her forehead.
That little face still showed no sign of waking up, nor was it sad. It was just quiet, so quiet that it was peaceful, and it was even smiling.
"You should like this very much." Her voice was clear and calm: "The Bible says that Lucifer's favorite flower is manjushuahua."
Beiming Liancheng paused and looked up at Nangong Baiye: "When did you know about it?"
"You have been very excited since you entered the cemetery. At first, I thought it was the underground resentment that affected you. When I got here and saw the statue, I almost understood... You have less soul, so you have no heart. You
We need human souls to resurrect ourselves.”
What she said is true.
It was just when she said it all in an almost calm voice.
Beiming Liancheng's black-gloved fingers dug tightly into his palms.
"Shh." He stretched out his hand and pressed his fingers on her thin, pale lips: "Stop talking and sleep a little longer. We will reach the seventh prison soon."
She smiled softly and sighed in her deep sleep: "Okay."
"Be good." He always treats her in the most doting way. Even before he is about to devour her, he treats her with the same tenderness.
Nangong Baiye couldn't see anything, she was deep in the black mist. The only thing she could feel was his slightly cool fingers, wrapped around her hand, and then the temperature of his thin lips, with a unique coldness and comfort.
Touching the corner of her mouth.
He put her in his arms, wearing only a light robe, and the fur cloak that originally covered her outside had become her protection from the cold.
She doesn't want to sleep.
I want to say the last thing to him: "Brother, when you eat me, can you stop chewing on my face?"
Beiming Liancheng:......
"For someone as handsome as me, it would look ugly if I chewed on my face." Nangong Baiye was serious, but he couldn't hear his answer.
She could only feel the sound, standing blankly in the mid-air where the black feathers fell, unable to see the darkness at the end. She curled her thin lips, then sat on the ground and hugged her arms.
Looking at those memories from a distance, they gradually fade away.
Something important is disappearing little by little with the blood flowing out of the chest.
It was a feeling I hadn't had in a long time.
Empty and restless.
Nangong Baiye thought of her life in Chinatown.
There is a church there, which is her favorite place to go.
Because there is free bread for you to get in the church.
Sometimes she would sit on the soft grass outside the church, listening to the believers singing God's praises, and her heart would feel as peaceful as the breeze.
Yes.
calm.
After being empty and restless for too long, everything will calm down and return to zero completely...
"I won't eat you."
After waiting for a long time, no answer was heard.
Beiming Liancheng's fingers clasped hers, the golden light in his narrow eyes slightly floated, and then he picked her up and jumped out of the boat. On the other end of the river bank was a sea of flowers that became more and more enchanting.
He walked inside, his back straight and his robe flying up, sending out countless petals.
"Your Highness."
At the end of the sea of flowers, there are countless men in black robes, with Sheila as the head, kneeling down one after another, with their right hands on their left shoulders, showing absolute loyalty.
As early as the moment Beiming Liancheng left for the cemetery, Sheila knew that their Highness would definitely be resurrected!
He admitted that he was guiding Nangong Baiye intentionally or unintentionally.
But he believed that this was what His Highness wanted.
On the day he fell into heaven, he was thrown into the refining fire of hell and endured unbearable pain.
The fall of the soul fragments means that His Highness is planning to be resurrected one day!
Otherwise, he would not have left a single soul in the third prison, let alone issued an order to summon them.
When the Third Hell is broken open, the demons, whether in the human world or in the underworld, will return to the Fourth Hell to greet him after his rebirth!
The real depravity begins in the fourth prison. Ninety-nine and eighty miles below, the blue water falls and the flowers bloom on the other side.
This is a devilish world of extreme freedom.
When the black feathers soared, countless flames bloomed into huge fireworks. A handsome and evil demon was suspended in the air. A witch with a voluptuous figure was holding a light fan. Each one looked hotter and sexier than the other.
Big birds flew across, shuttled among the fireworks, raised their heads and chirped, celebrating carnivally in their own way.
All of this was due to the arrival of Beiming Liancheng, which revealed bit by bit the most wanton romance in the demon world!
The fireworks are getting bigger and bigger, and the sky is filled with flowers.
Beiming Liancheng walked from the sparks, his long hair flying in the dark, and his footsteps sounded crisp, which was the sound of the ground being crushed.
The demon world has always been tirelessly lively, with whistles ringing one after another, cheering for their ruler.
When the fallen angel arrived, he saw this scene. He was indescribably shocked and raised his thin lips: "It turns out he is really back."
As he said that, he looked at Fannie, who was standing next to him, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What? Do you feel that there has been no fight and you are in a bad mood?"
"No." Fannie frowned, scanning Beiming Liancheng not far away, and murmured to himself in disbelief: "I didn't expect him to be that person..." As he said that, he set his sights on
Nangong Baiye, who was in Beiming Liancheng's arms, suddenly tightened his red eyes, but there was a duplicitous mockery on his lips: "Stupid humans, they don't even know they are being used."
The fallen angel looked at him strangely: "When did you start caring about whether humans are stupid or not?"
"He's going to the seventh prison, why don't you stop him?" Fannie asked without answering, with obvious impatience in his tone.
The fallen angel crossed his arms and shook his head with a smile: "You should know that if it is him, none of us can stop him."
"It's so cunning." Panny ignited a flame in his palm and glanced into the distance again: "He actually disguised himself as a devil."
The fallen angel followed his gaze and looked over, his eyes slightly bright: "It should be for today's resurrection, he needs delicious souls..."