Demon King’s Repayment

The boats on the building were flooding the waves, and the scorching sun just shone the water.

The person in front of him turned his back to the river, smiling like a flower, and his curly eyelashes quivered like a pair of flapping butterfly wings. Nan He felt that a butterfly also flew over his chest, and gently stopped on the branch, awakening a tree of spring flowers.

The man's black and white eyes were a little bit of joy, a little eager to try, and reached out his hand to his ear.

Nan He suddenly began to fear the vain hand, and instinctively told him that he must avoid, but his body was firmly nailed to the ground, unable to move, he could only watch the soft hand getting closer and closer like any time before. , One grasped his sensitive ears.

She was still smiling, her brows and eyes were all dyed with joy, and her white teeth gently bit her red lips.

Nan He realized that some kind of strange change had taken place in his heart. He suddenly understood the so-called adulthood, not only was his body reshaped, his strength became stronger, and it also represented that he would naturally produce some kind of newness from the depths of his heart. Emotional needs, some mysterious, unspeakable desire.

His heartbeat started to speed up inexplicably, faster and louder than ever.

The noisy water waves hitting the bow of the ship seemed to be overshadowed by the drumming heartbeat in the chest.

He didn't feel like he was standing on the deck of the bow, but on the edge of the abyss. Obviously seeing Cang Ju and misogynistic, one by one fell here with cuts and bruises, but he was ready to jump down with his eyes closed.

It was like a battle, he hadn't started yet, but he was about to lose. Fighting is the instinct of the Sirius clan, and he does not allow himself to lose in the battle, and failure often means death to him.

But this time, he stood on the edge of the abyss, and there was nowhere to go.

The man was still laughing in the sun, calling him in a soft voice, "Xiao Nan, Xiao Nan."

"I'm not willing." "Let me touch it."

The soft voice is more powerful than the sharpest teeth. The gentle palms are more terrifying than the hardest claws.

Nan He began to throw away his helmets and armor.

As a Sirius, he knew that he could only choose one partner in his life, and once this heart was handed over, he would never get it back. However, the one in front of him is only a human being, and human life is only a few decades. In the long and long years in the future, he will be more miserable and lonely than before.

What should he do?

He was helpless.

The man was in control of his weakest key, and refused to let go, causing him to surrender, unable to resist.

She spoke sweet words in her mouth, cruelly squeezed in, and finally tore his chest open, put the hand into his flesh and blood, and held his hot heart.

Regardless of his bitter pleading, he took it off and just carried it away.

Nan He closed his eyes, her ears were touched by her, and her tail was touched by her. What else could she do, she could only give herself to her.

...

When the boat reached Fengzhou, he abandoned the boat and boarded the car, changed to land, and went directly to Tianlang Mountain.

At the foot of Tianlang Mountain, Mrs. Lou refused to let her children and servants follow her.

"I'm going to see an old friend. I don't need so many of you to scare her."

When she said this, Yuan Xianger knew that Madam Lou seemed impulsive and happy, but she still knew it in her heart. Knowing that the demons are moody and elusive, she insists on keeping the contract, but she does not want her family to accompany her on the adventure.

She even said to herself, "Xiang'er, take me up the mountain, show me the way, and let me find the rest by myself."

Of course Yuan Xiang'er would not touch the spirit world of Tianlang Mountain by herself. Yuan Xianger led Mrs. Lou up the mountain in Lou Xian'en's sorrowful eyes.

The snowy mountain road is not easy to walk. With an elderly man, this road is even more difficult. The last time Yuan Xianger went up the mountain from Queqiu Town, he walked alone for most of the day. This time I don't know how long it will take.

But Mrs. Lou is admirable. She walked on the slippery snow step by step with a cane. She neither shouted tired nor said bitterness, but tried to keep up with Yuan Xianger and Nan He without saying a word.

Going further inside, even a little trail is gone. Yuan Xianger reached out and took her arm and walked on the steep slope, for fear that she would accidentally roll off the slope.

"It's okay. Just stay close to yourself. I can go. I am so happy today. I think that I can see Ah Nai and I can go no matter how far away." The old lady was panting, but she looked very excited, but she did. It's no longer suitable for rock climbing, Yuan Xianger feels that she should carry her for a while.

"I'll carry you." At this moment, Nan He knelt down in front of Mrs. Lou.

"No, no need." Mrs. Lou waved her hand quickly.

Nan He just squatted still, looking back at her, those amber eyes looked cold and clear, a little bit different from human coquettishness. But his movements are warm.

Mrs. Lou was stunned for a moment, thinking of the past time in a daze.

"Why so useless, the road is not good, come up, I will carry you." The misogynistic squatted down in front of her, and looked back at her.

Mrs. Lou finally accepted Nan He's help and fell on his back.

"Thank you so much, boy. Actually, my feet are really dying, and I'm still old after all."

Nan He didn't speak, he just stood up, stepped away from his slender legs, climbed the steep mountain in a few strokes, and looked back at Yuan Xianger.

Yuan Xianger looked at him at the foot of the mountain. 0

This man might be suitable to stand among such green pine and snow ridges. He has a beautiful and delicate face, long eyelashes are drooping, the corners of his eyes are drawn with a charming arc, and the glazed eyes are gently turning in the winter sun, which makes him look a little cold when he is not talking. It feels so close.

But Yuan Xianger knew that he was far less indifferent than he seemed.

He is a gentle and lonely creature, tempted to get closer, but always ready to escape.

Wanting to make him happy, it seems not as easy as Mrs. Lou said.

In the past few days on the boat, she did her best to say a lot of things, but Nan He's mood seemed to be lowered for some reason, and he even occasionally showed a little sadness.

But Nan He is so beautiful that no matter what kind of expression appears on his face, it can evoke people's imagination.

When you are happy, you will feel better, and when you are sad, you will feel pity.

Just like this time, he was standing under the snowy pine, icy muscles and bones, shining brightly. The lips were pressed lightly, with a faint pink color—the smell there might be particularly sweet.

Yuan Xiang'er was taken aback by her own thoughts. She began to suspect that it was because Nan He had been keeping a human figure by her side these days, which made herself have some inexplicable emotions.

Yuan Xiang'er shook her head to get rid of her messy emotions.

It's all because Nanhe is so beautiful. You can't just look at your face in this matter. People and themselves have a great barrier that crosses the race. He is a monster and I am a human, a completely different type of creature.

But-isn't the master also a monster?

Yuan Xianger climbed up in confusion, thinking about something in her heart, slipped under her feet and almost fell.

"Scared me." Wu Yuan hurriedly grabbed her shoulders, "Axiang, you can't walk well if you patronize Nanhe."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yuan Xianger covered Wuyuan's small mouth, and looked up at the Nanhe waiting on the top of the cliff with some guilty conscience.

Nan He was also looking at her, because Wu Yuan's words brought a little smile on her face, so Yuan Xianger also laughed.

...

"It's there, it's there, I'll never forget this place." Mrs. Lou pointed to a locust tree with branches not far in front.

She got down from Nan He's back, straightened her clothes, and helped her sideburns.

"How about it, do I look okay?" Her emotions could not be restrained, and her face flushed with excitement.

"Yes, you look very energetic."

Yuan Xiang'er looked at the dark old locust tree, which had grown for many years, hesitated in her heart, wondering if it would pass immediately.

A pale little girl appeared behind the black locust tree.

"You dare to come here." With her expressionless face like a pale mask, she stretched out her white arms towards Yuan Xianger, "Where is my golden ball, did you steal it?"

A huge moth shadow appeared behind her, and countless gray-brown moths suddenly started from the forest, densely huddled in the air.

"The golden ball is here, it's a bit broken," the white-haired old lady came out from Yuan Xiang'er, walked two steps forward, and carefully handed the golden ball in her hand. "I was on the way here, and it was just fixed. ."

The exquisite golden ball that had just been repaired and was made by the goblin gleamed with gold in the winter sun.

The misogynist looked at the ball, and suddenly noticed the human being who did not know when she appeared. Her eyes blinked, and the mask-like face seemed to be cracked, and her dark and dull eyes were enlarged.

The white-haired old man, holding the golden ball in hand, walked towards the girl under the locust tree.

The misogynist tilted her head motionless and watched for a long time. Even the moths buzzing and dancing in the air stopped and stood quietly in the air.

"A... Tsubaki?" The misogynistic tone was cold, she said coldly, "It's you? You are so old."

"Although she is a little old, she can still play Linglong Ball." Mrs. Lou held the cane, with a gentle smile, and turned the golden Linglong ball between her fingers.

She moved forward step by step, and finally after fifty years, she came to her friend,

"Oh, I'm back, come and play with you."

The golden ball rang softly, and the clear bells filled the treetops of the snow ridge, filling in fifty years of idiotic waiting.