C23 Sky Eye

He was the Infernal King. He had infused the magic power and set up a barrier … At this moment, she was actually delirious. Should it not be natural for a Infernal King to do all this?

However, he actually felt sad when he was at his most ecstatic.

It was very, very sad. Every time she called out "child spirit", he felt his heart twitch.

It was like a gambler who had gambled everything he had. However, he was destined to lose …

At that time, his magic power had almost been completely used up. He could even see his own life slowly disappearing bit by bit … The eternal devil king, the reborn devil king … No, no, he had no hope or opportunity to be reborn. Immortal Emperor, destroy all of this for him …

When she was at her most excited, she suddenly grabbed onto him with all her might, her delicate, boneless hands almost digging into his skin … He actually felt pain. For the first time, he felt a kind of pain. It was not the bite of the wolf girls when they were crazy, nor was it the suffocating feeling of the snake girls … It was like the pain when a rose's flower thorns into a tiger's palm...

However, there was a beautiful flower blooming in front of his eyes. It was the flame of the festival, a joyous celebration, a destructive display of millions of air currents exploding together …

He actually felt a wave of exhaustion and happiness … Even the Infernal King had collapsed.

All of a sudden, he lost control of her strength and fell heavily to the ground. He fell right next to her, his entire body drenched in sweat, dripping onto Qingyu's pillow on the bed …

He hugged her back. She was like a fish that had just been fished out of boiling water. Her black hair was wet and her long eyelashes were filled with sparkling droplets of water. It was unknown whether it was tears or sweat …

The hazy moonlight covered the dark sky. Lying in his embrace, she was fast asleep. In her entire life, she had never been this tired. She was so tired that it was as if her limbs and bones had gone through a sweet torture. The moment she collapsed, she fell into a world of darkness and sweet dreams that even thunder could not wake her up …

The Dark Lord was unable to sleep. Under the dim light, he could see her clearly.

He could clearly see the small face under the long lashes of her eyelashes, and he smiled faintly.

Even her sleeping posture made her feel relaxed and at ease as she lay beside him. When she turned around, her small hand would automatically place itself on his chest, and her soft and silky lower leg would come to rest on his leg …

This incomparably intimate attitude overwhelmed him, and the faint sorrow that soaked his heart was suddenly swept away.

He reached out and held her hand tightly, his fingers clasped together in a strange attachment: not the forced and cruel orgy of ten thousand years ago, but a deep attachment — as if he had seen the destruction of the world of demons and felt that she was the only one of his kind...

Now, she was the only one left.

It was different from the past. She was actually lying obediently in his arms. She was relying on him, pouting at him coquettishly.

This strange feeling shocked and confused him … In the world of demons, this was not the case … Werewolves, Snake-People … They were used to going their own ways after the revelry, the females and the children together, the males moving with the flow... They are not human, they are not joyous after sharing a bed until daybreak...

Now, what he had experienced was the feelings of a human, a human's hobby … This little girl pulled him to a point where he couldn't believe it … Just like how he never knew that he would fall in love with such warmth at once, with a person in his arms, accompanying him until daybreak, spending time with the ebb and flow of the tides and the ebb and flow of the morning …

What kind of joy was this?

He had slept easily with her.

At that time, he had already forgotten the most important thing about him: searching for the Red Night Pearl … On the way, he remembered. He thought that he would get it here, but after seeing the seal on her hand, he understood that this Night Pearl would definitely not be in her hands.

However, he had completely forgotten where to look … Because of the joy of this match.

He woke up first.

It was because of the pain that his life was slowly slipping away from him.

But the first thing he felt was the small weight in his arm. In his dreams, he didn't know if it was her that took the initiative to come closer or if he reached out to hug her. When he opened his eyes, she was already lying on his arms like a little child, her little face pressed against his chest.

He was ecstatic, as if he was in a dream. The timid ones were actually unrealistic.

However, the weight in his arms reminded him that all of this was real. The little girl lay in her arms, coquettish and weak. Where his palm touched, she felt an inconceivable softness, just like when he was completely immersed in her body, he had completely sunk into the clouds, cotton … It was light, soft, and comfortable to the extreme …

At that time, the weak barrier in the sky had already begun to fade, the red muslin began to fade, and all the joy would become nothingness. He knew that as soon as the sun rose up today, the barrier would be completely destroyed. At the same time, his last trace of aura would also disappear …

Originally, he no longer held any hope for his own life or death.

However, the softness in his arms made his greed resurrect once more – a wolf's heart leaping with joy, a powerful fighting strength, an unyielding tenacity … No, I want to live! I want to make this moment eternal.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

He was shocked. Who was the mortal that could break through his barrier? Even if magic couldn't withstand a single blow, shouldn't it be enough to make a mortal walk in?

He quietly moved the little girl who was in his embrace away, took out his large black cloak to cover her body, and then quietly left the room.

The person was staggering and drunk. Her eyes were blurry and her mouth was humming a tune from her early childhood in the mountains. She was crooked and her entire body reeked of alcohol …

Wu Yan's eyes flashed. That was the old palace maid! Xia Ji's guardian had been brought up by her all these years.

At this moment, he finally understood.

No wonder Xia Ji didn't remember anything at all.

No wonder even the red Night Pearls were gone.

The old palace maid was holding a lantern, and because she was too drunk, she did not realize that she had already stepped into a boundary. The old palace maid was holding a lantern, and because she was too drunk, she did not realize that she had already stepped into a barrier.

Overjoyed, Wu Yan gripped the Night Pearl tightly and suddenly exerted force, immediately taking the life of this unknown old palace maid. Even if she wasn't from the Immortal Clan, she was at least under the orders of the Immortal Clan.

The old palace maid was completely unprepared. Her eyes were almost popping out as she kicked her feet madly. She was only left with one last breath … Just then, Wu Xian suddenly heard a soft voice, "Mom … Mama... Are you back? "

His heart shook and suddenly softened.

This old palace maid was the only one who cared for her.

He loosened his grip and pushed the old palace maid to the ground, causing her to immediately fall unconscious.

Wu Yan walked over in big strides, only to see that Xia Ji was still sound asleep. He couldn't tell if that shout just now had been an illusion or just a dream.

He smiled wryly. He wasn't such a soft-hearted person in the past, but now, he had broken the rules again and again. He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing …

However, he could no longer care about it, because after the last strike, he saw that his palm had started to fade and his body was slowly becoming transparent. That was the beginning of the disintegration of death, and if he did not inject magic, then when Xia Ji opened her eyes, he would be gone.

Only the heavens knew how much he longed for her. Today, when she opened her eyes, in the morning full of dewdrops, in the fragrance of flowers, plants, and trees, she must first see him …

Thinking to this point, he immediately took out the Red Night Pearl and began to heal his wounds.

However, this was a very long process, because he only had one, and the magic power in his body had completely evaporated … At this moment, although the Luminous Pearl was in his hands, he was temporarily unable to condense the remnants within his body.

Not only that, once the magic power was gone, it would collide with the Heaven Flame in his body. However, he felt two huge forces pulling on each other, not in the same direction, but running in opposite directions, one on the left and one on the right, as if they were going to tear him into two halves.

He tried his best to control this force, but how could it be completed in such a short time?

The most terrifying thing was that at this time, the sky had already brightened. The barrier enchantment had already completely dissipated, and soon, all the guards outside would awaken. When the Dark Demon King was recovering, he was completely powerless. All he needed was for them to lift a hand and they would immediately take his life.

He was fully focused on his last chance. As long as he could hold out for a bit longer, and recover even a thousandth of his magic power, he would safely leave the deer park and bring Xia Ji away …

At that time, Xia Ji had just opened her eyes.

It was like having a strange dream. In his dream, he had experienced the sweetest of weddings … When she woke up, there was a sweet smile on her face. Reaching out his hand, he called out to him by instinct, "Child spirit …" "The seed spirit …"

Her gentle call came to a halt. Her body was completely empty and she was alone. Only the black cloak covering her fell to the ground.

She jumped up and her voice sounded panicked. "Child spirit …" Souls... Where are you? "

Her gaze fell on the man under the ancient peach tree: his eyes were closed, his face pale to the point of transparency, like those in the legends who slowly ascended to become immortals. She could even see his limbs, his bones, slowly becoming transparent …

That was an extremely terrifying scene, but when her gaze fell upon the red pearl on his palm, she could no longer move her gaze away …

At this moment, there was a burst of heat in her palm. She lowered her head and saw the faint traces of peach blossoms. It was as if a flower had suddenly bloomed in her palm.

A Heavenly Eye that had been dormant for ten thousand years was opened.