Go Through My Demon Host - Chapter 4104

Chapter 4104 The Return of Your Highness (10)

“His Royal Highness! What I did so much for, it’s all for you! The existence of Gu Pavilion is vital to the future of Your Highness, please think twice! The blood of those people can nourish the blood soul orbs, and their death is not worthless. , I should be grateful!”

Wu Yin roared, madly stabbing at the person who wanted to subdue him with a sword.

The dark blood rose out of thin air, with a **** murderous intent, trapping Wu Yin in place, and watched the pavilion burn out in a fire!

“No!!”

Wu drew his eyes and watched the Tang Pavilion ruined, it was almost his half life.

Crazy to the extreme, he actually laughed in a low voice: “Your Royal Highness… Your Royal Highness.”

He remembered in a daze that year of sacrifice to Wu, the 18-year-old kin was tortured to the last breath, only to ask for the ashes of one person.

This scene is very like, very much like before.

She begged him the same way back then.

Numerical cause and effect, how can we explain clearly?

She was so cruel, revenge on him.

deserves to be His Royal Highness.

Wu Yin has always felt unwaveringly—

His Royal Highness should sit on the throne and overlook the world. Destiny is bound to be arduous, and his life is bound to be bumpy, gloomy or desperate, cold-blooded and numb, so what? This world belongs to her!

But the appearance of that person disrupted Wuyin’s plan, and that person actually taught her the world, the joys and sorrows!

So Wu Yin killed him without hesitation.

Wu Yin has been obsessed with life for thousands of years, and has even been crazy about it. He has long been mad and will not admit that he is wrong.

He witnessed the growth of Ranbai with his own eyes, and died without regret.

Lord   蛊 looked at the fire and calmed down strangely.

“Dying for you is the honor of Wuyin’s life.”

He knelt down on his knees, put his hands on his chest, and performed the last salute belonging to the Tang Pavilion, embracing the world and embracing death.

“May your Highness one day understand Wu Yin’s good intentions.”

“It’s just that you are self-righteous and dare to call yourself painstakingly?” Ranbai said, “Do you want this world to be ridiculous, or the world to spit on it?”

Once the   Gu Pavilion was destroyed, Wu Yin would no longer need to exist. He would disappear with the Gu Pavilion in the river of blood for thousands of years and be buried in the depths of the fire.

He knew it, and she knew it too.

He must die.

In the past, it is not a word of talk, he will resist with fate.

The dark blood has been wrapped around the wrist, murderously ruthless, His Royal Highness has silver hair and blood pupils, and his eyes are indifferent.

Wu Yin looked at her deeply, thinking that she hadn’t seen the world before, but there was only one attic, thinking that she also seemed to be young and ignorant, gentle and kind, but all this is not important to Wu Yin, what she is now Is the most important.

Wu Yin never regrets doing all this, he is proud of it, and he is very happy.

This fire spread from the west, and the entire gu pavilion was destroyed. It burned half the sky, and the air was full of blood and cruel smell.

also reflected His Highness’s calm eyes. Behind her was the sky full of fire, walking out of the fire.

The Lord   Fall fell in the Gu Pavilion, turning his and Gu Pavilion into ashes. At the last glance, he saw the unreachable high sky.

Yeze six thousand one hundred and twenty-three years, the gu pavilion was destroyed by fire, the last generation of gu masters fell in the gu pavilion, and the blood race no longer has a holy place.

No one knows his name, no one sees his appearance, until he dies.

In the 4,760 years of Yeze, the temple was born, and the Lord used the eight characters to assert His Highness’s life.

—He is born with a different fate, and is punishable by thousands of people.

In the rest of his life, it was as true as the Bazi said.

The world doesn’t know it, but the assertion is nothing but a conspiracy, because one person sets the world.

On this day, the fire set by His Royal Highness burned the pavilion clean and there was no grass growing.

This action is arrogant and arrogant, but no blood clan dared to speak angrily, no one wants to die. This highness is cruel and cold-blooded, and is really a tyrant. They can’t wait to evade Sanshe to protect themselves.

Ranbai was sitting outside a wine shop opposite the pavilion, her slender and pale fingers hung down, carrying a pot of spirits, and the wine slid down the beautiful lines of her finger bones, a kind of enchantment.

The red clothes are burning, and the silver hair is like a waterfall.

Laughter is also wicked and frivolous, cynical.

It took a few hours for the fire to stop. Stain Bai put the empty jug on the wooden table, took out a piece of silver and threw it on the table, with a lazy voice: “The wine is good.”

The voice fell, she got up and walked into the distance.

Thousands of blood races knelt down on the ground and sent off to His Royal Highness.

This person dyed white, His Royal Highness.

Looking at the thousands of miles to collect the mountains and mountains, the cool and suspicious love is like a shackle, and the sullen and cold feelings cannot be ignored, but she also has a unique peace and freedom. This freedom is in her heart, and no one can shake it.

Feel free to do whatever you want, and you can live well by yourself.

She is not alone.

A person is fearless.

This is what she has become.

is different from anyone teaching her.

What she has and what she loses, she will get it in her own way.

Xi’an Mountain.

Clear mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of sunset, the majestic and majestic reflections of the thousands of mountains, it is already the season of late autumn, full of dead leaves, who will say to you.

At the foot of the mountain, birds in the wilderness flew up and the maple leaves were as red as blood.

Every time   Dyeing White takes a step, stepping on the dead branches and leaves, it makes a sound that is not light or heavy. The red dress is redder than the maple leaves in the sky, as if it has spilled the thickest blood in the world.

She squinted her eyes, looking at the sun gradually setting in the sky, without joy or sorrow, she walked up the mountain step by step.

The withered branches and leaves were crushed, and there was a slight and obvious sound in the silent mountain forest.

On the Xi’an Mountain, that is the highest place. Looking down, the clouds and mist are so beautiful.

has its own view of the world.

But few people know that there is a tomb in Xi’an Mountain. In the tomb, the only wife of the former blood king Fredericks Legg, the Liao family is buried.

There is only one grave, and her name is engraved stroke by stroke on the stele.

There are no weeds in the week, so people should come often.

Ranbai stood in the distance, looking at the tomb, fixedly looking at it for a while, before stepping forward unhurriedly.

It’s been a long time since I dyed the white, and I had forgotten it when I dyed the white, but it didn’t matter, Liao Rusi would not miss her either.

Thinking that the birth of Dye Bai almost killed Liao Rus’s half-life, but what was born was a monster who would not cry, make trouble, and had no tears.

I want to come to Legge to hate her because of this.

The more he loves Liorus, the more he hates dyeing white.

Ranbai stepped forward, leaned down, and stared at the tombstone in front of him. Just about to reach out and touch it, he paused for a while and took it back somehow, sitting eclectically in front of the tomb at an inch of distance.

She looked at the tombstone and suddenly said.

“Jerzee 4,760 years, it took you nearly a day and a night to give birth to her. Before that, both Legg and the doctor had repeatedly advised you to give up that child, but you did not agree. What are you thinking about?”

The sun has fallen into the horizon, the dusk is thousands of miles away, and it is dim. The late autumn night is cold and intolerable, especially on the top of the mountain, the cold wind whistling, biting into the bones.

(End of this chapter)