Sick Beauty [Rebirth] - Chapter 120

The morning light shone into the house.

Ye Yunlan was pinching his chin, with half-closed eyelashes, and his face was white and flawless, like exquisite ceramics.

The Demon Lord stared at him closely, as if to thoroughly explore the expression on his face.

Ye Yunlan reacted somewhat slowly.

Slowness is due.

Although the misty scent in the room is harmless to the body, it will make you tired and weak, confused, and it is difficult to concentrate on thinking about problems.

——If you can’t think, it’s hard to refuse.

In short, people will become more obedient than usual.

The effectiveness of incense is limited. It is only for temporary pleasure and for temporary needs. Disperse? After about an hour or two, the person will regain consciousness.

It’s just that Ye Yunlan is obviously not sober now.

His eyelashes trembled twice like butterfly wings, and his breath lightly hit the hand of the demon lord who clasped his jaw.

After a long time, he said slowly: “What do you want to hear…? Answer?”

Mozun: “I want to hear the answer in your heart.”

Ye Yunlan’s words stopped again.

Mozun waited patiently.

Ye Yunlan slowly said, “It’s… disciple.”

Mozun: “What else?”

Ye Yunlan was confused, “There is still?”

The Demon Sovereign affirmed, “There is still?.”

Ye Yunlan thought for a while, and caught a vocabulary from the illusory dream, hesitatingly said: “Is it… the Taoist companion?”

The Demon Lord laughed, and the hostility on his face disappeared, and he kissed him on the cheek, and said: “This time I finally got it right.”

He was helped out by the Demon Lord.

The outside air blows to the cheeks, mixed with the morning mist, slightly damp.

Ye Yunlan was a little more awake, and the confusion on his face faded a little bit, showing a kind of desertedness of distant mountains and snow.

His body became stronger, the golden eye pupils flicked for four weeks, and the Demon Lord broke away, dragging the chains of his limbs, and came to a flower.

It was a very small, very small flower, pure white, incompatible with the surrounding bright red flowers. What should it be? The bird brought it over, fell into the ground, and took root here.

Ye Yunlan squatted down and reached out to touch.

A drop of dew on the flower rolled to his fingertips, and then slowly fell to his palm.

Mozun walked over with great interest and watched him fiddle with that little flower. Embracing his body from behind, kissing his earlobe, “Does the master like this kind of flower? If I like it, I can plant it around here in the future? Some?.”

Ye Yunlan said hoarsely: “It may not want to be planted here.”

The Demon Lord was silent for a moment, and said: “But it’s already here. Once the flower takes root, it will stay here forever and won’t leave. Spring goes? Autumn comes, the flowers bloom, repeat, endlessly. .”

Ye Yunlan paused at his fingertips.

He stroked the soft petals of the flower, and then slowly slipped off, pinching the immature rhizome of the flower.

Mozun suddenly held his hand. He said: “The scenery here is monotonous. Let’s go first? Let’s go elsewhere, Master.”

Then, Ye Yunlan was taken away from the sea of ​​flowers.

The Devil’s Palace is very large and there are many buildings inside, but the layout is not compared with the previous life? What? Different, many of them are very familiar.

It can be seen that even if it is repeated, some things are still happening in an orderly manner.

Just as he kept admonishing Shen Shu not to fall into the Demon Realm, but time passed, Shen Shu still took this path, and he still became the Demon Lord of the entire Demon Realm.

Perhaps, from the beginning, he did something wrong.

The wheel of fortune rolled by, he wanted to hide in a quiet corner to escape, but he would be pushed forward after all.

What he wants to avoid will not happen because of his avoidance.

This world cannot tolerate retreat.

In front of him, he was the closest person in his past and present lives.

The other party clasped his fingers together, entangled tightly.

It seems that this life will never let him go again.

Just like this on the road? Go on?.

To the end of heaven and earth, to the end of destruction.

Ye Yunlan looked at their shaking hands.

for a long time.

After all, no? Break away again.

He had already calculated his own death, but he was caught off guard and took his life back.

The life being continued is aimless, and still can’t see the fog of the road ahead. It’s just that I have to go with this person anyway.

Wish or unwilling, in fact, there is no difference.

The Demon Lord took him to the high pavilion, overlooking the four fields of the Demon Realm.

The strong wind blew their cheeks.

Ye Yunlan has white hair and white clothes, hunting in the wind.

The Demon Lord was holding him behind his back, and the black crow’s hair was entwined with him. Then he kissed the side of his neck, raised his hand, and kissed his pale fingertips.

That action is pious, and a bit obsessive.

Dark shadows were surging in the corner of the wall. Like turbulent waves surging endlessly.

He closed his eyes.

There is a bitter wind in my ears, the ups and downs of noise.

He seemed to be holding a solitary boat, floating from the endless sea of ​​time.

Staggering, floating up and down in the waves.

Suddenly he was touched by the reef and stranded on the shore.

Someone held his hand and forcibly pulled him onto his isolated island.

He turned around to look.

The ferry boat that came here has been swallowed up by the waves and is nowhere to be seen.

And the man behind him had a hot chest.

Hot into his heart and soul, to melt him and melt him in one place.

They melted in one place.