The Demon Palace of Night 632 In this way, Ye Kong traveled all the way north through wind and rain.
Thanks to a map, otherwise he would not know how many wrongful paths he would have to take.
This journey has gone smoothly, and the Demon King's Token is indeed extremely effective.
Every time I encounter a demon, or a monk accepted by a demon, when I see this token, I immediately act like a grandson and let it go.
Whenever he ran out of tokens, Ye Kong felt a little disappointed.
It's not because he didn't get to be so beautiful, but because he felt that he didn't ask clearly.
Why does the leader of the Shadow Clan live in a demon city?
Why is there no Shadow Clan or human around her?
She must have her own reasons.
She definitely wasn't a nymphomaniac when she offered her body so actively.
You can feel that she has no experience at all, and you can also feel her sadness and loneliness.
Why was she only thinking about other people's bodies at that time and not asking a question?
Woolen cloth But thinking of this, Ye Kong smiled bitterly again.
What can she do to help her?
Even a monk above the level of being a god can't do anything.
What can she do?
There are no restrictions, no magic circles, and no guards outside the palace, so why doesn't she leave?
Ye Kong knew that he couldn't solve it with his current strength.
The demon king was so powerful, and even ordinary immortals couldn't bear it if he used the death-controlling eye.
What else could he do?
Although Ye Kong knew that he couldn't help, he didn't feel sorry for himself in his heart.
He decided to enter the Demon City again when he had the strength in the future.
Not only for Lu Junrou, but also for the millions of enslaved human beings He didn't have a flying magic weapon like a flying boat, so it was very hard to travel these 25,000 miles.
For three whole days, he didn't stop.
Fortunately, he had many spiritual stones.
He felt that his spiritual power was insufficient, so he quickly took out a piece to supplement it, and then started again.
Flying, regardless of day or night, just to reach the Dark Abyss Valley early in the morning.
Even so, three days later, he still hadn't arrived.
He was still thousands of miles away from the Dark Abyss Valley.
Three days later, Demon City, Junrou Palace.
The night was as cool as water, and the bright moon cast a brilliant light, but without any heat at all.
The cool moonlight shines in from the tall window, casting a row of white light on the ground of the wide corridor.
Under a window, stood a lonely figure in white, looking up at the sky.
She had been looking at it for more than 100,000 years.
"Your tears are weak and hurt.
The pale moon crescents, hooking the past.
The night is too long and condenses into frost.
Who is in the attic with cold despair?"
"The rain bounces gently, the vermilion window, my life has been blown by the wind on paper.
The dream is in the distance, turned into a wisp of yarn, and your appearance is blown away by the wind."
Lu Junrou sang silently, singing until she was completely immersed in it, singing until she couldn't help herself, and singing until her eyes burst into tears.
When she sang the line "Let the wind dissipate your appearance," what appeared in front of her eyes was the appearance of that young man.
He wonders if he has reached Dark Abyss Valley.
Will he regret leaving at that time?
Will there be a chance to meet again in the future?
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She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but worry about the man she had only met once and whose cultivation level was so low.
It's really strange that I can't remember the appearance of a person who has been in front of me for a hundred thousand years.
But why do we feel like we will never forget someone we just met?
Suddenly, she stopped singing and sighed in a low voice, "It's such a beautiful song, but I forgot to ask the name.
What a pity."
Ye Kong regretted not asking about her situation at that time, and Lu Junrou regretted not asking about the name of the song.
They are all regretting, but there are so many perfections in this world.
Some people feel regretful, some feel regretful, and some are destined to regret it for the rest of their lives.
When the Demon King entered the palace, the Demon King felt like an ant on a hot pot.
He could neither stand nor sit.
He felt a little happy, a little nervous, and a little worried.
I have been waiting for a hundred thousand years, a really long time.
Even for the immortal demons, 150,000 years is so long to them, as long as an endless river.
Finally, in this moment, complete.
But, is this really going to happen?
"Leng Chi, what else do you think I need to prepare?"
The Demon King asked this question for an unknown number of times today.
Leng Chi smiled.
He had followed the Demon King for so many years, and this was the first time he saw the Demon King showing such a helpless expression.
It seems that love is really not simple.
"Your Majesty, everything is normal for you.
You just need to deal with those human women as usual."
Before Leng Chi could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the Demon King's scolding, "What nonsense can Junrou be like a human woman?
You know I was still a little prince of the Demon Race back then."
Leng Chi was about to vomit blood.
His ears were filled with calluses when he heard the same words.
It was really painful to hear them again and again.
Of course, he didn't dare to show any disgust on his face.
He still smiled charmingly, as if the story was still so interesting and so wonderful to hear.
Fortunately, his ordeal didn't last long when someone outside reported, "Miss Junrou is here."
The Demon King was overjoyed, rubbed his hands, laughed twice, and hurried out to greet him.
"Junrou, how are you today?
If it's inconvenient, you'll be fine tomorrow."
The Demon King said seemingly magnanimously.
Lu Junrou looked at him coldly, said nothing, and continued walking into the magic palace.
The Demon King was hurt by her eyes, and the joy on his face faded.
He followed two steps forward and smiled again: "Jun Rou, did any of them make you angry?
I remember that you often smiled at me in the past. " "I was smiling at Li Tong," Lu Junrou replied.
She still remembers my pseudonym from back then.
The Demon King finally felt relieved, and he smiled again, "Li Tong is not me, you can call me Li Tong now."
Lu Junrou shook her head, "No, you are not Li Tong, you are the devil, the devil who has killed countless people."
The Demon King said angrily, "What's the difference?
Humans will always be the slaves and food of the Demons.
This will never change how many livestock humans slaughter, skin them, and eat their meat every day.
How is this different from our Demons?"
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Lu Jun said softly, "Because I am not an animal, I am a human being.
Those who are killed and eaten by you are all of my kind."
The Demon King sighed and said, "We won't discuss this issue today.
You came to my palace just to talk to me about this, right?"
Lu Junrou hesitated for a moment, then took a breath and said, "Then go to your bedroom."
The Demon King was overjoyed, stretched out his hand and said, "This way."
Then he shouted to Leng Chi, "Everyone, please go out.
There is no need to wait."
The palace was decorated with flowers and bright lights.
It was obvious that the Demon King had put his thoughts into it, but in Lu Junrou's eyes, he turned a blind eye.
The demon king slaughtered humans, enslaved the Shadow Clan, and even killed her parents and family while plundering her.
How could she be at peace in her heart because of the hatred between her family and her clan: