The Protagonist Makes You Retreat About Thirty Miles

No one is more familiar with the secret road of the devil palace than Ye Junhou. Even if he was seriously injured, he still returned to the palace where the demon was, and opened the door. Do not wear any ornaments, but it seems to be wearing Ma Ma Dai Xiao.

"You came."

Hearing his footsteps, the woman slowly turned around, and her sober face was reflected in the fireworks. Although she had grown older, she looked like she had not changed at all.

Ye Junhou had many words to say that after seeing her like this, after a little stunned, she finally exported the sentence, "What about my wine?"

There is only one kind of wine in the Devil's Palace, that is the red face brewed by him personally. After entering the throat, it is extremely intense and bloody, just like the red blood of Ye San's eyes stained in the cellar that day. As soon as he saw the wine, Ye Junhou would tell himself that in this life, he would never let Shuangshuang bleed for himself again.

At this time, when drinking fresh red wine, the stagnation of the sediment will be dispersed, but the injury on his body is a bit tingling. Fortunately, he has never been afraid of death in fights. Whatever the injury, the wine must be before death. Have fun.

It's just that when the cool night breeze blows away his drink, he still can't help but say, "I always thought that you fought against the family for me, against the imperial order, and loved me more than my life. Only you, forever Won't betray me. "

"Because at that time I firmly believed that even if the heavens and the people were making troubles repeatedly, but you are different from them, Ye San will never hurt innocent people."

Unexpectedly, he still remembered those things, and slowly filled up the wine glasses in pairs, and neither of them cared about the red ground, as if it was just the ordinary night talk between husband and wife. It ’s time to fall asleep. The big difference is that the head of the bed fights with the end of the bed. The next day, it will disappear.

However, they all knew that this sleep would never wake up, so Ye Junhou still asked what he had never dared to mention, "Do you hate me?"

"hate."

Mohou's answer did not hesitate, and he decided to pour a full glass of wine into his throat when he couldn't help himself. Only by the spirit of alcohol can he ask the next sentence, "Do you still love me?"

This time she looked quite hesitant and looked at the person in front of her seriously. It took a long time before she sighed, "I don't know."

After getting this answer, Ye Junhou laughed instead, and raised her chin playfully. Her eyes were full of jokes, "Poor woman, I don't love you now, and I don't seem to hate you much."

To tell the truth, since a long time ago, Shuangshuang has discovered this, and at this time, he just looked directly at him and answered lightly, "Maybe this is where I hate you."

On the last day, the woman finally tore away the disguise of the posthumous man and showed her sharp nature. For Ye Junhou, this answer is undoubtedly more pleasing to him than any **** world. He would rather be stabbed to death by his jealous wife because of too many harems, instead of being a tragic devil who was betrayed by his wife just because of the scourge. After all, even the devil himself prefers stories like evil and evil.

Having a drink for the sense of humor that he seems to have returned recently, Ye Junhou thought about what he should do before he died. . But now, in front of him is a pair, there is only one demon queen in the world, so the demon master just suddenly said: "It's all this time, at least peel me an orange."

No matter how much hatred, after the death, it slowly dissipated. This time, Shuangshuang finally ignored him. The thin fingers that were well maintained in the palace peeled the orange peel gently. When the flesh appeared, it was Put it in his mouth, only calmly said: "Ye San, I said, if one day you die, I will accompany you."

I never imagined that my wish before death could not be fulfilled. Ye Junhou could only helplessly sigh, "You woman, obviously gave it to me, but you ate it yourself."

"I was thinking, if you come back, I will give it to you, if you don't come back, I will take it myself."

Gently answered him, the magic queen naturally heard the words at the dinner party, and when she came back, she poisoned the fruits in the palace, which was the last guarantee in the plan. Now Ye Junhou did come back, but the orange that was supposed to send him to **** came into her mouth.

If the man appeared in front of her in a fragile manner, he knew he was a jerk, and he would not let go. Is it because he still loves him? Who knows this kind of thing?

Before the implementation of the plan, only her brother saw her death intentions. At that time, she had tolerated the heavy uncle who persuaded her. If she really cared about the family, she should be buried in the sea of ​​fire with her family. It's time to jump down the city wall. She didn't die at such a good time. Now why bother to die. Now even if he died, no one would praise her.

But why do you think so much when you want to die? When there is no more fun to live, it is natural to die.

"Son will hate you."

When the black blood on his lips dripped onto the back of his hand, Ye Junhou finally knew that she was poisoned in the orange, and she felt that the woman really knew how to put him to death, but in the end she only took the initiative to hold her. The orange petals finally managed to eat a tangerine from her hand, and then she hugged her tightly, and patted her for the first time with a coquettish tone, "In the afterlife, you have to listen to the family, don't have more No matter how busy you are, no matter whether you meet Ye San or Ye Junhou, you should turn a blind eye, and do n’t just find a cat or a dog to get married. "

"it is good."

Xu was weak after the poison, and her voice was very weak, like the gentleness and gentleness when they got married. Ye Junhou couldn't help but sighed, "It's so rare. Thirty years, you are finally in I was good in front of me. "

However, this time she had fallen asleep, and leaned against his chest without any resistance, as if this was her whole life. Without letting go of this body that is slowly losing its temperature, Ye Junhou is somewhat thankful for the tenacious vitality of Heavenly Demon, which allows him to hold his favorite woman in one hand and pick up the favorite wine of this life in one hand, and slowly go Watch the fireworks still in the sky.

This scene was like the day when they became married. At that time, he was still a hairy boy. He excitedly and nervously promised his bride, "In pairs, I want to be with you all the time!"

The couple at that time were very enthusiastic about him. He was so happy when he heard such awkward love, he only approached his arms timidly, and said to him in a solemn tone, "The life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old together. "

You see, after all, the oath I gave was easier to achieve.

But I like what you say every time, even if I knew it from the beginning, it was not realistic at all.

Do you know doubles? Heavenly people are envious of me. They think that God is the best for me, giving me all the dreams that men have dreamed of, and still not giving me the feeling of guilt.

But I, like you, did not listen to my parents' words, and it was clear that God's arrangement to abandon people's feelings would not have weaknesses, and Ye Junhou would definitely become the winner of life in the end. But I still live according to Ye San's wishes.

So, I think Ye San probably really loves you very much. Even if he disappears, he will not allow anyone to hurt you. You see, Ye Junhou made you sad, so Ye San killed him.

The devil did not lose to Su Ge, nor did he lose to you. The person who won him is Ye San.

"Well, my favorite in my life is wine and women. Now that the wine is there, the woman who died with me is also there, and it is quite satisfactory."

Finally, he smiled openly, the wine was exhausted, and his sight was no longer clear. The devil leaned on the couch and slowly closed his eyes.

Yeah, so be it. It was dawn, the fireworks stopped, both were gone, and he should have fallen asleep.

This life, after all, no loss.

When the crowd found the room behind the demon, there was only the figure of the two lying and hugging each other. Silently looking at the uncolored clothes stained by blood after the demon, Ji Mo did not know whether Ye Junhou came to the palace before the death and killed her, or she voluntarily accompanied the husband to die, but just picked up the paper on the table , The above is still full of wine and blood, but the content will not change. A quick glance, Ji Mo handed it to Su Ge, only said: "This is an edict."

Seeing that he didn't even write the name of the successor, Ji Mo had some answers hidden in his heart. Su Ge seemed to have guessed it, but tacitly did not break it. They all know that with this name, Aoba will be much smoother and do not intend to stay here. Suge only said indifferently: "New gods please two, I will help Aoba."

Yes, this time there was a man in a gray suit next to them. The man was about 278 years old. He was drunk and conscious when he appeared. He did n’t seem to know what was happening until he was taken into the devil. Gong, sighed when he saw Ye Junhou.

Su Ge thought, probably this was Ye Junhou's god. He didn't want to see God's sadness. Especially it was he who caused all this. After all, it was better to leave first.

What he did n’t notice was that when he left, the man touched his head in distress, but he was unfamiliar with his life, and it was not easy to say anything. He only asked Ji Mo: “Well, do n’t you help him collect his body? ? "

They chased Ye Junhou in a hurry, and Ji Mo did not have time to ask the identity of the person who came. Seeing him responded very much to the name Ye Junhou, he was similar to Deep Black in his age. Thinking of such a scene was not suitable for more. If you ask, you just say: "Then you come, it's more appropriate than us."

He didn't refuse to say that men did. Modern people have never done such a job as collecting corpses. After thinking about it, they wiped the stained blood on the main surface of the devil with their sleeves, and only sighed in a low voice, "Ah, this toss Yes, if my father sees it, he will be distressed. "