Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4085 Your Highness Returns (2)

   "It's me, are you disappointed?" Ran Bai raised her eyebrows, and jumped down from the high eaves, her clothes fluttering like a god.

  Unfortunately, under the skin of the gods, the devil is laughing.

  Leige's gaze slowly fell on the beads in dyed white hand.

  Blood Soul Orb!

  Not only did she not die, she also appeared with the holy relics.

  "Your five senses have recovered?" He said in a deep voice.

   "Thank you for your care, thanks to the king's blessing, it is already well." The meaning of dyeing white is unclear: "Speaking of which, I would like to thank you very much."

  Leige has asked Master to inform Master, he pinched his hand to force himself to wake up, "What do you want?"

  He never thought that he could come back one day after dyeing white.

   "This is a real surprise. When the main hall comes back this time, I miss Duyu and prepared a generous gift."

  She said it lightly and calmly.

  Leige took a step back slowly.

  This is a lunatic.

  How could he give birth to such a bloodline? !

   "You have been sitting in this position for so many years, so it's time to abdicate and let Xian."

  Leger was furious: "How dare you?!"

   "Listen to the order." The moonlight reflected on half of the white face, so presumptuous, she said: "Immediately clear the city. Rebels, kill them."

  For a time, the sky was full of blood, and we were all wailing!

  The dark blood is overwhelming, opening a way for dyeing white.

  Ranbai took control of most of the blood clan in half an hour. The king was imprisoned and uprooted with all his party feathers.

  Hundreds of miles and thousands of ghosts surrendered, the blood patriarch knelt, the phoenix's loud cry fell in his ears, and the arrogance hovered in the air for a long time!

  The blood sacred reappearance, the return of His Royal Highness a thousand years ago.

   resounded through the Six Realms overnight.

  Everyone knows!

  —"Grandpa, I'm back. No one has been sweeping your grave all these years, will you be alone?"

  —"Don't be afraid of your old man, I will be with you in the future."

  Returned to worship, but this time, there was no husband to accompany her anymore.

  ...

   "What you want to do is easy nowadays. You said you still want to find someone. I am back in the underworld, but I don't know what I want to do." In the hall, Ming whispered and looked at the person on the opposite side of the chessboard.

She was playing with a black chess piece boringly, her fingertips were as pale as snow, and her knuckles were slender, sickly, with long hanging eyelashes, her profile was delicate, and her lazy appearance was a bit less bloody. To some extent, it looks like an innocent and cruel child.

   "Easily..." Dye Bai snorted, and the black spot settled, and she made a noise on the chessboard. She repeated Ming's words, with joy and anger in her eyes difficult to distinguish.

  Ming is always incapable of guessing the white mind, she pretends to be too deep.

When   ming first saw Ranbai, he was still a ray of remnant soul.

  The underworld was in chaos that year, and the underworld was seriously injured, leaving only a ray of soul floating between the sky and the earth, facing the danger of dissipating at any time.

  Dyeing white appeared at that time.

  Looking at a young girl who was still old and ruthless in her behavior. Her evil spirit was completely opposite to her appearance.

  She is going to make a deal.

  At that time, her five senses had lost her four senses. Except for her only pair of eyes, she couldn't hear or speak, and she was no different from a useless person.

   Keming has no retreat.

  So it's a dead man, half a remnant soul, just such a ridiculous cooperation.

  Her Royal Highness the blood-saving race came to a perfect end in a blood sacrifice array. The conscious body remained in the body of Yin Bai, and with the dye Bai he descended to the six realms, cultivated his soul, and chased other remnant souls.

  Now Ming is seriously wounded and healed, and he has returned to the underworld, leading thousands of ghosts to come to help.

  "Isn't it?" Ming asked rhetorically.

  Is there anything else in these six realms that can hinder the whitening, I'm afraid it is gone.

  There was no expression on the dyed white face, and he twisted a black spot on his own, and did not answer Ming’s question.

  Back then, he walked out of Siwu and killed half his life. The one who survived was dyed white, not dyed white.

  She changed her fate against the sky and violated the prohibition to set up an ancient formation.

   is a last resort, a desperate move.

Won. She came back.

  I lost. No name anymore.

  She saw the sky in the ancient formation, traded with it, and regained the five senses.

  As a price, she has experienced three thousand planes for the Tao of Heaven.

  One day.

  She wants to wash the world with blood—

   "If you have nothing else to stay in the blood clan, there are still many things to take care of, and there is a shortage of people in this hall."

   "...you are too lazy to pay attention to it?" Ming raised reasonable doubts.

   "You say yes."

  Ming has a headache and feels like he can't get out of the wolf's cave.

   "It feels good to get revenge, right?" she teased.

  Ranbai really thought about it for two seconds, and then faintly replied: "The temple once wanted to kill the world, but later I felt that it was just like that."

Ming could also see that she was indifferent to the past when she came back this time. She is good at tactics and can play with these people in her hands, but she didn't, just used the simplest and most rude way, too lazy. Pay attention to the slightest.

   "You are always like this..." Ming snorted, and the conversation turned: "But it is also true. Many things have reached this stage, and some people have turned into ants."

  "Did you see it?" White's fingertips casually dropped a chess.

  Ming looked at the chessboard movement, slightly startled.

  Four clear and straight words fall.

   "But so."

  This world is like a game of chess in her eyes, she can play whatever she wants.

  Once the whole blood family wanted to die, they kept saying that she was the nemesis.

  But now, no one dares to say, fear and humility.

  It's ironic.

   is just the pawns that are controlled, they do whatever you want them to.

  Ming was slightly silent: "The heart is unpredictable."

  Dyeing white: "Not worth mentioning."

   "Your Highness, they are all here." The blood soul turned into a human form, very young, looking tall and thin, and said in a low voice.

   "No see." Ranbai said.

  Blood Soul said yes.

  "Go out and go around in the main hall, come back and go down again."

  Ming looked closely at the chessboard, "The outcome is determined."

   "It's not the end yet, I always have to think of some last-ditch tricks." Ran Bai glanced at her and turned away.

  Blood Soul coughed, and he felt true sympathy for Ming, but...

  Having other chess friends, he can take some free time!

The night is like ink, mixed with a few unknown blood colors, the crickets cry all the time, hiding in the dark corners with a sorrowful tone, the quaint and tall retro buildings are half-sink and half-sink now in the moonlight, and they look huge. The transparent glass cover covers the world under the invisible film, presenting an illusory and fuzzy hazy feeling.

  Ranbai walked aimlessly in the building of the blood race, without letting the blood soul follow them, just one person, walking step by step, the footsteps were very light, the cold wind set off the silver hair and the clothes fluttered.

  The surrounding scenery has not changed much, and the architecture is still the same as that of the year, and it is almost the same as the remaining memories. The ancient clumsy is full of **** low luxury.

Legg was imprisoned in his own palace, surrounded by heavy arms.

  Leige.

  Her father.

  Has the same blood flowing in her bones.

With the passage of time, the feeling of that year can’t be found no matter how old you revisited it, until you step into a desolate place. This place is incompatible with the exquisite and solemn buildings of the ancient century. It is like a forbidden place that no one cares about. Only listen carefully. The wind is ringing, the insects are screaming, and it smells of dampness and staleness.

  The black boots stepped on the dead branches and let out a "creak".

  It seems to have opened a door to old times.

  (End of this chapter)