Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4095 Your Highness Returns (7)

When   Yanbai walked out, the Blood Guard stepped forward and asked for an order.

   "All withdrawn, no need to come again in the future."

  She said, and then left the gorgeous cage and walked out step by step.

  What kind of person is Legge?

  He used to hold the child around his neck to let her see the high sky, he would also hold his wife and daughter’s hand to enjoy the warmth, and he would laugh at the warm fire. He will make her happy, take her to play, buy her sweets, he treats his wife, and his daughter is good.

  He is a qualified blood king and a good father.

  But all this has nothing to do with whitening.

  He loves his wife and his younger sister who was born two years later.

  In the home that cannot be called home, dyed white becomes the most surplus existence.

  She has always been redundant.

What does    matter?

  One day.

  She will come back.

  She will get everything she wants.

  Do your best and do whatever you can.

look.

  Isn't she back now?

  Each nail is pierced into the white body, first into the flesh and then into the bone, the blood flows out, and there is no pain, because she has no heart, no pain, no tears.

  Ranbai walked on the road at night, with a steady pace and a straight arrogant body. No one would know that she was afraid of the dark, alone, afraid of coming out at night, or walking the road at night.

  No one can see her expression clearly, she has already become a qualified real emperor.

  Happiness and anger are invisible.

  Sorrows and joys do not overflow.

  Too many things happened in those years. How can there be so many unique things in the world that have not changed? Everyone has changed, and she has also changed.

  It was a terrifying scam, just because of the imperial fate.

  Neither Legge nor Liao Rus knew the truth until death.

  They are like chess on a chessboard, deceived and manipulated.

  What would happen if they knew the truth...

  There is no if.

  Dye Bai is indifferent and does not bother to say it.

  Tonight is a blood moon, like her.

  Lenia always thinks that she is like the moon, always only appearing in the dark sky.

"elder sister."

  The girl's voice was faint and trembling, and she fell to the idle and lonely person's ears by the night breeze.

  Ranbai stopped, lifted his eyes, and his eyes fell on the girl not far away without any emotion.

  Clean and timid.

   Those eyes were covered with a gray mist, like crying but not crying, and I could not hide any thoughts when I saw the bottom at a glance.

  The face is very strange, so unfamiliar that Yan Bai can't recognize it, but the breath is somewhat familiar in memory. Bai Yan freezes for three seconds, his voice is cold and loose, and a little bit of playful words: "Sister?"

  Leniya quietly watched dyed white, the **** Royal Highness she barely recognized, and even her older sister.

  The blood servant who took care of Lenia hurriedly followed and saw the scene. His face was pale for an instant, his legs fell on his knees, and his voice trembled: "I have seen your majesty."

This highness came back for a restless night. Thousands of blood races died. The blood servant shook his body and stretched out his hand to drag Leonia, lest she was unhappy and dragged Leonia out to see. Panicked and whispered: "Miss, get down on your knees."

  Lenia slowly blinked a bit of sore eyes, thinking that Yanbai is now the upright Highness of the Blood Clan, the owner of the Blood Clan, she should be kneeling, so she lowered her head and slowly bends her knees.

   "Kneeling what? The temple is not dead yet." Dye Bai laughed, her voice lazily and lowly.

Lenia froze, standing bewildered, her eyelashes trembling non-stop, she was very beautiful, a squeamish beauty, like a doll, her eyes were like a deer lost in the forest, and she looked like a baby deer lost in the forest. Spoiled to the big, has never suffered, has not been tired, and has almost innocent temperament.

  Ranbai didn’t look at them anymore, she didn’t seem to care about them, and walked straight. The blood servant just breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately for the rest of her life, she heard Leonia suddenly say: "Sister..."

  Her voice is very soft, staring stubbornly at Dye White, and red eyes in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

  She has too many apologies, and she can’t tell.

  The night is quiet, covering up all the dirt.

Dye Bai is very different from before. Lenia’s memory of Dye Bai is not like this. They once had a very close time. Dye Bai was two years older than her, and would take her to climb trees over the wall and pick her fruit. Yu, take her out sneaking out to buy sweets.

  Dyeing white treats her very well, and treats Lenia very well.

  They are not far away from each other, and they are strangely separated very far away, a thousand years apart, and three thousand in the past.

  They are related by blood, they are biological sisters.

  They are very different.

   "Let's talk." The white eyes were tinged with the cold of the moon, knowing that she had something to say, her voice was neither salty nor weak.

"Aniang is dead, Uncle Lin is also dead, and Axiu..." Leonia tried her best to show a well-behaved smile, but her eyes shed tears and trembled: "Sister, all these years when you were away, They are all dead...like, now there is really only Daddy left."

  Dyeing white lightly and said, "Then what?"

Lenia is so well protected, she is not like dyed white, she is a piece of white paper, growing in the sun since childhood, a lot of grace, everyone around her, as if she is the center, no experience I have lived in the world without knowing the world, and now it is also a child's disposition, in some respects, he is too dependent on others, and even a little cowardly.

"Can you... let go of Daddy." Leonia spit out such a word in the white eyes, her voice is small and pitiful, she also knows that she is too much and too much, but how can she stand by and watch as she always spoils As her father died in the hands of her sister, she couldn't do it, she had no other way.

  Ranbai did not speak, and there was a lot of nightfall behind him.

Lenia plucked up her courage, her voice was still trembling, and her words were incoherent: "You are gone, A-niang is dead. Dad has been very unhappy these years... Dad has to be strong and reluctant to say it, but I have seen him many times. He vomited blood, and he was regretting what happened in the beginning. I, I'm really sorry, but Dad...he is our Dad after all."

  On the day when he fell, Legg gave the order to die.

  ——From now on, anyone who dares to mention His Royal Highness the blood family half a sentence, no matter what the killing.

  Everyone said that Legge hated his own daughter to death, otherwise he wouldn’t be so disgusted that he didn’t want to hear half a word about that person.

  Do you want to listen? Still afraid to listen? Or maybe something else...

  Maybe only Legge knows it.

She often saw A-daddy in a daze alone, and she would always be in a sudden daze. Sometimes it was for several days after he disappeared. He became more silent and harder, never mentioned dyeing white, as if the blood family had never Her appearance.

   is no longer the spirited blood king before.

   "Daddy, he did something wrong, but this can't deny that he loves you, do you know? He was a few days ago..."

  One person is talking, one person is listening.

  Thinking that it is hard and moving.

  Talk about those past, once, delusional touches.

  The person who speaks is guilty and repents, and the person who listens to it is just a joke.

  Who did you tell me about this in the past?

  Who will you tell me again?

  If it is too late, how can it be called in the past.

  (End of this chapter)