There was another surprise on the female devil's face, and she couldn't help but feel a little angry: "Do you have to break the casserole and ask the truth?"
Balian smiled and said, "I told you, I'm just curious. If you don't want to answer, just refuse. Why bother trying to excuse me with some empty reasons?"
The female devil's expression was choked. After a long while, she exhaled helplessly and said: "I made up a bunch of decent reasons for you not to believe me, but the real answer is more like prevarication."
"Then your Majesty, why not continue to prevaricate?"
The female devil rolled her eyes at him angrily and said, "I said I became a devil because I wanted to raise a little white cat in the devil's palace. Do you believe it?"
Balian was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "I believe it."
The female devil glared at him fiercely: "You don't believe it!"
Balian asked: "Did you get that little white cat?"
"No." The expression on the female devil's face became indifferent.
Her cold eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of confusion, and she uttered a sentence in a light tone.
"When I sat in that position, I realized that the things that were within my reach had disappeared so easily from my eyes. I searched the entire Demon Palace but could not find my cat."
When she was young, the white cat that accompanied her through the blood of corpses to warm her was eventually lost by her.
"Okay, do you have any more questions? I've been in a good mood recently and wouldn't mind answering your questions one by one."
The female devil has an ever-changing face, and those complex emotions that seem to be sentimental, sad, and gloomy can always be put away at the drop of a hat, and finally turn into a fake smile as thin as smoke.
She knew that Balian was very concerned about the bronze door, but he chose not to mention it, and the question he raised again made her confused.
"Where is your Majesty's mother?"
The enchanting face suddenly condensed, and her heartless smile suddenly broke out. No matter how deep and terrifying her thoughts were, she could not hide the darkness and madness in her eyes.
Her eyes darkened inch by inch, and His Majesty the Demon Lord, who disrespected ghosts and gods, sounded an unprecedented cold and vigilant tone at this moment: "What are you talking about?"
Balian's expression was slightly complicated: "If some people are born to suffer, I can't understand...then why are they born? I don't think anyone in this world should be born to die.
Glory due to calamity."
As he spoke, the female devil's expression gradually calmed down, and she suddenly smiled and said, "Are you pitying me?"
Balian said: "I just hate your father's behavior and style."
The female devil smiled again: "If you find that one day you need to sacrifice a small and inconspicuous object around you to preserve everything you have, you will make the same choice as him."
Balian looked at her deeply: "Do you hate him?"
The female devil smiled sweetly: "Can you teach me how to hate someone so much?"
Balian shook his head and said: "If I help you find your body, will you just be an idle devil raising cats in the future?"
The female devil sighed and said: "Young man, not all dark places need light."
You have advised the wrong person.
She needed Balian's help, but she refused his kindness in disgust.
Balian saw the obsession and paranoia in her eyes, so he said no more, placed her on the soft pillow, and prepared to meditate.
The female demon king obviously didn't like his kindness and mercy and his intention to transform, but she still rolled over beside his legs, biting the hem of her clothes and said, "We won't continue chatting now.
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Balian opened his eyes and looked at her: "Is there anything else we can talk about?"
The female devil said: "Even if you can see the bronze door, do you really think that with your cultivation, you can climb the tree and open the bronze door?"
Balian frowned: "What do you mean?"
"The entrance to the bronze door is indeed on the sacred tree, but you have to know that the bronze tree reaches up to Tianting and goes down to the deep sea. Its branches and leaves are so sharp that they can cut the bones of a giant dragon.
The strong wind lingering on the sacred tree can tear the flesh and bones of the golden immortal into ashes.
Even if you have the help of the ancient gods, the top of the bronze tree is a place that even the ancient gods cannot touch. And if I guessed correctly, this cold rain should be Erhe's heart-breaking arm.
This rain contains cursed insects that can penetrate deep into the soil and eat away all the roots of the sacred tree. At that time, the sacred tree will collapse, and there will be no bridge between the human world and bronze."
"What do you think?"
The female devil bumped the green jade between his thumbs with the tip of her nose and said: "Isn't this jade of yours hiding the remains of a fallen immortal? If you really want to save this group of people, you might as well try this bone-removing replacement."
The pain.”
"The corpse demon's body and the immortal's bones. This is the most critical key to leaving the Bronze Gate."
Baili Jing glanced at her quietly and said only one word.
"good."
The female devil was very surprised, as if she knew him for the first time: "I thought you would think that such an act was a disrespectful act to blaspheme the deceased."
Balian smiled: "Maybe it's because I am a deceased person myself."
It rained one night and the wind was strong, and the sky in the distant mountains was trying to press down on the top of the mountain.
When Master Shenbao came into the house to look for Balian, he found him sitting in front of the mirror washing his sword. There was a basin of water in front of him, and a faint hint of bright red could be seen in the water.
"I use sword words to inform you of the news of returning to the human world. One night has passed, and humans have gathered here one after another. Are you ready?"
Bailian hummed, stood up, sheathed his sword, and asked, "I wonder how many more days will it take before all the personnel can be gathered?"
Master Shenbao looked at the boy in front of him and felt that he seemed to have grown a little taller overnight.
This is not an illusion.
But what really gave Master Shenbao an illusion was that when the young man stood up, he felt an indescribable pressure for no reason.
Just like a majestic green mountain, slowly rising from the ground, standing in front of him. He was not a tall and burly young man, but it gave him a solemn feeling like respecting the yin and yang of life and death.
Master Shenbao couldn't help but take two steps back, and his usually calm and old-fashioned voice turned out to be a bit jerky and nervous: "It still takes...three more days."
"Three days..." Balian nodded: "I understand."
Pushing open the door and going out, the glazed umbrella was held up in the rain. He turned around and walked to Su Jing's door, knocking twice.
The two wooden doors were quickly opened.
Su Jing looked at him intently: "Is something wrong?"
She changed back into white clothes and wore a veil to cover her face.
But Balian knew that what she was covering was not her appearance, but the two ears on her head.
Through the white gauze curtains, he could even see the pair of shadowy, vivid and cute rabbit ears, which trembled in the wind when he opened the door, which actually added a bit of naive cuteness.
For such a cold and peerless female swordsman, anyone would be embarrassed to have such a pair of ears that detract from her temperament and image.
Although Balian thinks those ears are quite pretty.
He coughed lightly, suppressed the smile on his lips, and said, "Is Miss Su Jing feeling better?"
"It's nothing serious." Su Jing took two steps back, seemingly making way for him to enter the house.
However, Balian did not enter the room. He said softly: "Can I return the winter coat and cloak I borrowed from the girl yesterday?"
Su Jing paused for a moment. Under the curtain, her dark eyes stared at him. She was silent for a moment. She was not a talkative person. She didn't say anything. She just nodded indifferently and turned back to her room.
Soon, she took out the thick, soft winter coat and cloak and handed it into Balian's hands.
"Is everything okay?" she asked expressionlessly.
She watched as Balian carefully folded the winter coat neatly and held it in his arms, not even letting the cold rain dripping from the edge of the umbrella get wet.
Balian stood outside the door and bowed politely: "I don't dare to disturb the girl's Qingxiu anymore."
With a bang, the two wooden doors closed heavily.
As always, this girl has a very bad temper.
Balian touched her nose and wondered where she got so angry. She didn't bother to think deeply about the reason, so she walked back the way she came.
Unexpectedly, just as he passed the corner of the long pavilion, his eyes flashed, and he saw the raindrops connecting in a line and densely forming a vast white field. In the heavy rain, there was a person standing alone on the side of the long stone, soaked to the skin.
His eyelids twitched, and he thought that the rotten curse rain could actually wet it randomly.
I couldn't help but quickly held up an umbrella and rushed over.
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