Chapter 684: The blood color between your eyebrows
The spring rain in March fell all night and finally stopped.
There is still a bit of tide in the morning breeze, and there is gurgling water in the canals among the bluestone paths.
The flowers that had been watered down by a night of rain and sudden winds bloomed more and more unyieldingly in the early morning.
The red stickers that had blown off were re-pasted by the palace staff who got up early.
When the morning bell rings, the geese and cranes return from afar.
In the ancient royal capital, the formations rose into the sky as the bells rang. Countless rivers, mountains, rivers, and weather were rising around the city, and the bells were ringing endlessly.
It sounded again with a lingering sound as solemn as music, powerful, solemn, majestic, majestic, stretching for hundreds of miles.
In the ancient Shinto temple, thousands of demons come to visit.
At the end of the Shinto, there are thousands of steps paved with white jade. Every hundred steps there are ancient Yitian pillars on the left and right.
But I saw a golden dragon coiling around the pillar, slowly swallowing clouds and spitting mist, and its claws and scales were pointing up to the sky. The carvings on the pillar were not dead objects. A vivid golden dragon was swimming around the pillar, and the huge dragon body was undulating continuously.
In the battle between gods and demons, during the Great Rebellion, the true dragon perished. Among the six realms, the true dragon has become a legend of the past.
And on the sky pillar of the Demon Palace, you can actually see the remains of the real dragon. This wedding can be described as grand and majestic.
The demon clan is still black, and the demon king Aluo is wearing a luxurious black dress with gold edges. The golden phoenix crown sways in response to the golden phoenix pattern embroidery on the cloak on the back of the thick phoenix robe.
The face hidden under the golden beads shaking leaves is like a monster like snow, with black hair like ink, and is lined with black and gold. She is solemn and majestic. Just from one side, she is as beautiful as a god.
The chimes on both sides of the Shinto echoed heavily, and the horns buzzed.
Under the long white jade steps, a thousand maids lined up on the left and right, holding flower candles and wedding lanterns to see each other off. The one at the front was naturally Feng Jun today.
Your great gift is congratulated from all directions.
On both sides of the Shinto, the dark ground was full of demon kings and generals, including Demon River Burial Heart.
The black gilt-edged ceremonial robe swept past the three thousand long steps, and Balian came to the heights and stood side by side with the Demon Lord.
Thousands of female officials following closely behind them bowed and knelt on the ground in an orderly manner under the jade steps.
Only the female officer who has been serving His Majesty the Demon Lord all year round is still qualified not to kneel, and the attendant with her head tucked in trousers holds an umbrella behind Bai Lian to protect him from the sun.
She suddenly lowered her shoulders by three points, and reminded her in a soft voice: "Your Highness Fengjun, the person in front of you is Your Majesty, the most powerful monarch in the world. From today's wedding, until The ceremony is over, your majesty needs to stand behind you According to etiquette, you are not allowed to stand side by side with Your Majesty."
Bailian's eyes moved slightly and he glanced at the female official, not wanting to embarrass a little female official. , just lift up your robe and take a step back.
But Aluo said calmly: "I welcome this Phoenix Lord tonight with half of the mountains and rivers as my betrothal, that is, one person and half of the world, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, so we salute side by side. , I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.”
The female officer hurriedly raised her eyebrows and said respectfully: "Your Majesty is absolutely right."
Bailian also stopped moving, and was about to straighten the tangled marks on his clothes with his hands, but his knuckles were Suddenly, he felt warm and half of his fingers were held by the Demon Lord.
Arao, who was under the golden tasseled hijab, smiled slightly and looked at the sky pillar that went straight up into the clouds. His eyes were blazing and bright, and he was full of energy: "The sun spreads out the stars, and the piano and the harp are willing to cooperate. Once this evening is over, you and I will be golden in this life. Let’s live together as dragons for a long time, okay?”
Bailian calmly withdrew his hand and continued to adjust his clothes. He also followed her gaze to look at the sky from a distance, and said calmly: "I'm afraid that gold and jade are a cage, and thousands of years are a prisoner. Why do you bother yourself and ruin your interest."
A'luo's hanging in mid-air His fingers froze slightly, and self-deprecating words murmured on the tip of his slightly bitter tongue: "What a cage of gold and jade, and a prisoner of thousands of years..."
She retracted her palm, raised her eyes and smiled, and said: "Bailian, how about I imprison you for two lifetimes?"
Don't worry about me losing my temper, you are my greatest interest in this life.
Bailian rubbed his brows and said angrily: "Looking at what you mean, you actually don't even plan to let me go in the next life."
A'raoxin Not only in the next life, but also in the next life, the next life, and eternity, she will have to deal with the bright red disease in his life chart that cannot be wiped clean.
Even if they die and return to chaos, she will turn their bones into ashes, and they will be inextricably entangled forever and fall into the abyss forever.
She lowered her head and smiled, and as the tassel golden beads shook, Arao suddenly seemed to have discovered something.
She let out a light sigh, and couldn't help but raise her fingers to touch the blood stain between Balian's eyebrows, wondering: "What are you talking about?"
This time, Balian He didn't avoid her touch and let her fingertips fall.
He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the gold-plated embroidery on her sleeves. He smiled faintly and said, "When I was getting dressed this morning, the female officer next to you made some decisions and insisted on dotting my face. I bought such a thing, saying that it matches the redness of your brows, Your Majesty the Demon King, and I was fascinated by it. It’s all nonsense, it’s all messed up on my face, and I’m not a girl. It’s really nondescript to draw these things.”
Bailian said it was ugly, but he raised his eyes relaxedly and said: "If you think it's ugly, I'll just wipe it off."
Hearing the many complaints and displeasure in Balian's words, the chambermaid's eyes widened in horror, and she was about to kneel down: "This slave is unjustly accused!"
When will she serve His Highness Feng Jun? Over makeup?
No one in the Demon Realm Palace knows how possessive His Majesty is for this young master.
After your majesty heard this, a little female official in her world dared to touch the face of the future Feng Jun. His majesty had to cut her alive.
“Erase for what?”
Unexpectedly, not only did His Majesty the Demon Lord show no anger on his face, but his smile was actually joyful. He even seemed afraid of really rubbing off the red mark between Balian's eyebrows, which she just touched and removed like a dragonfly.
“With this red color between your brows, you look a little more handsome and charming. I am very happy to see you. Xingmi has a good vision and skillful hands, so I should reward you.”
Being able to be awarded the word "reward" on the day of the Demon Lord's wedding, even if you don't have to think about it on this day, you know that it will be a great gift from heaven.
The female officer Xing Mi, who survived the catastrophe but was blessed, was stunned for a few times. After pondering for a long time, she realized that it was probably Feng Jun's words, "It goes well with the red line between your eyebrows" that pleased His Majesty. Make your heart happy.
Thinking of this, the female officer could not help but feel deep admiration for Balian.
This seemingly serious young master turns out to be a clever master.
Obviously she wanted to impress His Majesty by showing off her beauty, but she didn’t want to lose her dignity, so she pushed this good thing onto her.
In this way, I not only preserved my reserve, but also won the favor of His Majesty.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, what the Historian recorded is true. This person really has the potential to bring disaster to the country. His Majesty’s mood and preferences are closely controlled in every move he makes.
I am afraid that Your Majesty will completely fall into male sex and never get ahead in this life.
"There's no need to be a demon, but since you said it looks good, let's use the red color to add joy."
A'rao looked at him carefully and thought, "Isn't it good-looking?"
He looks particularly good-looking today.
She never expected that one day he would be able to put on their demon clan's wedding robe and stand side by side with her under the sky.
Thinking of this, A'rao couldn't help but smile, her eyebrows arched up, her deep eyes were filled with brilliance, the skylight passed through her hair and fell on her shoulders, making this smile even more charming. . She took a few steps closer and whispered: "I remember the custom in the world. On the day of marriage, men and women must wear bright red clothes, so the red wedding dress that I tried on last night is now layered under the emperor's robe until the ceremony is completed. After returning to the palace, I will take off this robe and show you how good the wedding dress I am wearing is.”
When he said this, A'rao's brows and eyes were dyed with a touch of innocent expectation that was different from the scenery of the devil world. Balian couldn't help but feel a little soft in his heart.
He thought, if she had not been the ambitious devil, but just a little devil who dared to love and hate, she would not be as annoying as she is now.
Bailian pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer for a while.
Because he knew that he would not wait until he returned to the palace at night, and he would definitely go a different path with her.
There wasn't much time left for the two of them to chat. After Balian came on stage, the Master of Ceremonies stood up and said loudly:
"Three stars are in the sky."
>"Today or later, I see this sacrament."
"Two people are married and a contract is made in one place."
"A good relationship will last forever, and the marriage record will be recorded."
"Give me red leaves! Give me a cup of red leaves!"
Two internal officials presented two red leaves and a jade pot with clear water. The next step was the gift of a red leaf cup.
It means that we will form an alliance with red leaves and a promise with white heads.
Aluo looked slightly uneasy and glanced at Bailian. Surprisingly, Bailian was very cooperative and polite along the way.
As a man, he first took the initiative to wash his hands and dust, took a red leaf, and leaned forward to place it between her collar.
Seeing that his expression was as calm as before, A'luo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. She also imitated his actions, washed her hands with water, and went to pick up the remaining red leaf.
The red leaves had not yet settled into his collar. At this time, a strong wind blew away the heavy clouds and heavy morning fog, and also shattered the red leaves in A-Rao's hands.
Coming.
Bailian’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Today’s Demon King’s feast is indeed not that easy to get through safely.
A'luo looked at the broken maple leaves scattered like butterflies, raised his cold eyes, looked at the figure slowly walking out of the heavy fog, and raised a cold arc on his lips: "Seeking death!"
< br>Kneel down at Shinto 1 The buried heart on the side suddenly exclaimed, as if extremely surprised and shocked, and murmured with a pale face: "It's... it's you?"
The demon ministers all looked surprised and looked at the person in the fog in confusion. uninvited guest.
I am very curious about who this person is. He dares to disturb the order of His Majesty's wedding, and even allows Master Erhe Zhanxin to address you as a respectful person.
The uninvited guest is very strange. There is no trace of the demon clan on his body. He has no demon horns on his head. He is of medium height and is no different from a mortal. He has a lot of blood all over his body. A breath of mundane worldliness.
But it was this ordinary aura that made him look particularly extraordinary at this moment.
The guest who looked like a mortal could definitely not be a mortal, because Burial Heart had never addressed a mortal as "you" and showed such a look of shock and awe.
At this time, several elderly demon ministers slowly walked out of the crowd. The shock in their eyes was no less than that of Zhanxin. They held their crutches tremblingly: "King Daoman... …”
The trembling old man spat out three trembling words, and suddenly, like a frying pan, the whole palace became noisy.
“King Daoman?! Is he that King Daoman?!”
"He's still alive?! He's actually still alive?!"
"Oh my god, how is it possible? Could it be that he just raised his corpse like the Demon Queen?!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? , Daoman King Zhou doesn’t have a trace of corpse energy in his body, he is clearly still alive.”
Bailian asked in confusion: "King Daoman? Who is he?"
A'rao's face was terrifyingly gloomy: "In the demon world, one is the king as the master, and the other is the king as the assistant. The king is the demon king, and the king is the demon king. In the early years when the old devil was in power, there was a prince's brother who was named the king of a foreign land. I think it was this one."
Want to come?
Bailian frowned: "You never knew him?"
Aluo said: "In my memory, King Daoman has been dead since I was born. He is a character who lives in the history books of the demon world during the Rebellion of the King. I have never seen him. How do I know him?"
Bailian said: "But he is not dead." And look at this. It was obviously for her.
Aluo sneered and said: "If he is not dead, then just send him back to hell again!"
It could be seen that she was in a very bad mood at the moment.
"The traitor is a traitor! He doesn't know whether to live or die! Let me capture him quickly and send him to the devil's hell!"
"How dare you! Let's see who dares to touch me!" Before the demon minister could wait, As he got closer, there was a loud cry of violence, and a huge black devil's appearance appeared behind Daoman.
The king's pressure forced no one to dare to get close easily.
Daoman smiled coldly and said: "It is true that I, Daoman, usurped the throne and forced the palace, but even your father did not dare to kill me back then. How dare you, a bunch of ants, show your claws and claws at will?!"
Dao Man is a descendant of a pure-blood monarch, and he is also a demon king of the same generation as the old demon king. In terms of identity, he is even more noble and powerful than the demon queen Zhi Yuyan.
Even though he was a guilty person, the old demon king did not fall into despair. How could they, the little demon officials, dare to act rashly.
Erhe Zangxin weighed it for a moment, stood up and asked in a tentative tone: "Lord Daoman, you were born and appeared in the world recently, and I don't know why?"
In the hearts of the demons Zhao Ran, secretly thinking that a demon king who died in history suddenly returns, what else can it do besides snatching the throne?
Why didn’t the old monarch eliminate the roots?
Daoman's Dharma remains immortal after his death, and the sneer on his face deepens. He smiled coldly and said: "I came here in response to my destiny, naturally to destroy the rebellious ministers and traitors, and to restore peace and tranquility to my country!"
"This..." Could this King Daoman have lost his mind and gone crazy?
He did something rude to His Majesty the Demon Lord. Who exactly is this traitor and traitor talking about? It’s very clear what he means.
Bailian smiled and said: "It is said that beating the young ones will attract the old ones. Before I even see which young ones you bully, these old pickles will pop out one by one to cause trouble for you. Well, it seems that this Demon King is not that easy to be a master."
As he spoke, his peripheral vision was secretly focused on Zang Xin.
This man is really capable, he can even hire such a person.
It seems that the night meeting that night was just a small test of strength, a deliberate show of weakness.
The methods that are truly known to the world are only the tip of the iceberg.
Bailian has to admit that Burial Heart may not be the strongest among the Six Rivers, but he is undoubtedly the most dangerous one.
(End of this chapter)