Chapter 85 Memories.
It was just a blurry picture.
Golden fishes live in the pool carved from the fairy jade, and from time to time there is a leaping into the sky, leaving a gorgeous rainbow in the air. The long extinct three-legged golden crow rests on the tall sycamore wood, completely ignoring the hostility of the phoenix next door. Phoenix glanced at the shameless Golden Crow with white eyes, grabbed the most tender leaves with one claw, and spread its wings across the sky.
These are all rare and exotic beasts that are unimaginable in the world, but they roam freely here.
In this beautiful scenery comparable to the fairyland, a black-haired teenager sits by the pool, reaching out to fiddle with the clear water by the pool. His face is faintly reflected in the pool water, and some outlines can be seen from the reflection in the water-even if it is not clear, it is enough to overshadow everything around him.
A golden ichthyosaur swam to the edge of the pool, sucking on his white and flawless fingertips. After trying in vain a few times, the ichthyosaur announced that he had given up the attempt and dived into the pool aggrievedly, spitting bubbles.
The black-haired boy moved his fingertips slightly, and the white light flashed, turning into a ball of light and falling into the water, floating in front of the ichthyosaur.
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This lucky ichthyosaur was stunned for several seconds before he could not wait to open his mouth and swallow it. Its body kept expanding and stretching, and a golden gate appeared out of thin air above the pool. This ichthyosaur twisted its body and jumped up, transforming into a golden dragon at the moment it jumped over the dragon gate.
It rolled in the air with excitement, biting its tail in a circle, and came to the black-haired teenager to invite him. The young man stretched out a hand at it, and the cold dragon whiskers of the golden dragon rolled gratefully on his wrist. He turned and flew over the pool with a long groan, and flew to the other side of the sky.
The shadow of the golden dragon shrank in the pupils of the teenager, and finally merged into the blue sky, and could no longer be found.
He looked at the dragon, but there was someone watching him on the nine-tiered rooftop.
——Without falling to the ground, you can see all the movements of the black-haired boy.
The boy stayed for a while, until the bells rang from the sky, he got up from the pool, smoothed his robe, and walked to another palace.
When the ninth sound sounded, he needed to go to worship the person on the Jiuzhong Tiantai.
From start to finish, the line of sight was fixed behind his back, and the boy knew nothing about it.
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–Again.
Cang Lun opened his eyes, thinking a little tiredly.
Lord Demon Lord was very old, and he couldn’t remember even when he grew up. Since he remembered, he came to the human world from the ancient demon world, the undercover human race, and then back to the demon race—as if they were all looking for someone.
As for who that person was and what his name was, he couldn’t remember what he looked like.
Canglun just knew that he should look for him, that person treated him more than his life, and he could not alone make up for the hole in losing that person. This is a very difficult feeling. I feel that there is a missing piece in my heart all the time. If it is a person who is not determined, I am afraid that after a period of time, he will be unable to help himself.
Later, he chose to stay in the Demon Realm and gave up those looking for a needle in a haystack. But in the end, he couldn’t help it, and the devil had to choose to enter the world temporarily to escape this emptiness.
The ninth reincarnation, the world is diverse.
However, I don’t know when, these memories-like images have been interspersed in his mind and played back over and over again. Sometimes it’s the same scene, sometimes it changes, but after all, you can’t escape a young person.
It was from this time that Cang Lun vaguely knew that the person who had been torturing him turned out to look like this.
That’s pretty.
It’s that hateful again.
Through the look of the young man in the picture, Cang Lun quickly found Lin Zhizhi who looked the same as that person in a secret realm of the human world through searching for the soul. So he planned that raid, no matter how great the price was, let his subordinates send that person to the Yuntian Continent where Yaxuan was located.
Canglun’s consciousness stayed in Yaxuan’s body and began to observe Lin Zhizhi.
He knows him, but he doesn’t know him.
As the relationship between Ya Xuan and Lin Zhizhi progressed, Cang Lun also slowly learned more about this person—beside him, the emptiness in Demon Venerable’s heart for thousands of years was not only suddenly filled, but also slowly injected. In a mood that can be called sweet.
He wants to know each other better.
Along with this emotion, the devil’s predatory nature hidden in nature was exposed.
Cang Lun wanted him, from his body to his mind, he wanted to take possession of the entire land, not wanting to let go of an inch.
The taste of the other party is so good, no matter how he wants it, it is not enough.
The man’s arm holding the boy next to him tightened tightly, so strong that Lin Zhizhi had a tendency to wake up after the affair-although Cang Lun relaxed his strength in time, the black-haired boy had opened his eyes and looked at him dissatisfied.
Lin Zhizhi rarely showed such clear emotions, and even his little young master’s anger to get up made Cang Lun somewhat satisfied for no reason. The man kissed the **** lips that had been ravaged, and said softly: “I’ll sleep again, I won’t bother you.”
Lin Zhizhi was no longer sleepy. He pulled the quilt upwards, resting his cheeks on the smooth satin, like a tamed pet cat: “Do you want to do it?”
The man met the dark-haired boy’s eyes in surprise.
Lin Zhizhi’s expression was lazy when he said this, and he was also impatient with “if you do or not, I will continue to sleep”-in stark contrast to what he vomited. The allure of a contradiction.
Cang Lun touched his waist with one hand and felt the feel of the skin, as if he wanted to get his senses back: “What are you thinking again?”
Lin Zhizhi didn’t answer him, but hurriedly wrapped the man’s shoulder.
The boy’s body is beautiful, nourished by desire, like a flower that has already bloomed.
Mozun is the flower picker.
Even if he knew that the flower in front of him was not a harmless flower, but a poisonous poppy, he also planted it happily.
Sex is addictive.
When this kind of originally beautiful thing meets the terrible thing like “love”, it becomes the deadliest poison in the world.
In the unknown number of pauses, thunder suddenly burst out of the window. For the first time in the demon world that has not changed for thousands of years, there was the sound of sky thunder. With bursts of roar, a dark blue beam of light fell from the sky, tearing through the black fog, and slashing straight towards the devil palace.