Chapter 815
The people and things in Qingyun Immortal Realm are too far away from me, but the devil's breath is very close to me, and may be closely related to me.
Even as an ordinary person, she knew that creatures associated with demons would not end well.
If she were an ordinary demon cultivator, resurrecting the demon god or releasing the male demon would have little to do with her. At most, they could be caught and used to sacrifice their magic power to help resurrect the demon; or they could be used to awaken the energy of the male demon and realize their value as cannon fodder.
If the monsters caught enough powerful people, her cannon fodder would be dispensable and insignificant.
The problem is that in her previous life, she was the female demon who triggered the war between immortals and demons in Nebula Continent. The male demon was sealed by her, and only she knows its location. Even if she says she doesn't know, even if Ajie believes it, other righteous ways won't buy it.
Not to mention the demon cultivator, whether she knew it or not, the demon cultivator would never let her go. From beginning to end, she just wanted to live a carefree life. Why was it so difficult?
If the result in this life is the cause of the previous life.
So who can tell her the reason for her entanglement with the male demon in her previous life, and the retribution for what disaster she did in her previous life?
It was so tiring to live, but she didn't dare to die. Because death can't solve the problem, her next life will be no different from this one.
If you want to be free, you must find a way out of trouble in this life.
The bad mood made her walk quickly several times, and soon she reached the end of the vast palace road. Go down the steps again, take a few quick steps, and arrive at the foot of the stone archway at the entrance in the blink of an eye. As he stepped out of the archway, he changed into a black robe from his colorful clothes.
Still wearing a loose hood, the delicate mask on the left side of his face disappeared, leaving the ugly scar exposed.
She was not afraid of having her scars exposed, but being with these high-level experts, wearing a mask made her feel safer. I am also more interested in accompanying people to perform and socialize, which allows me to leave behind the burden of being an idol and be able to face various situations with ease.
However, her thought that there was no one around was an illusion.
In fact, in addition to the powerful guards hiding in this empty palace passage, there was also a man standing outside the archway staring at her. From angles that cannot be seen from here, such as when she left the pavilion and walked down the steps alone.
Seeing her standing on Prince Nanrong's territory, ignoring his relatives, taking the step of not recognizing any relatives.
Recreating her superstar status in her hometown, she fully demonstrated her arrogance and impatience. Watching her change clothes instantly under the archway, she clearly separated her true self from her hypocritical side.
This last scene made his curious and scrutinizing expression become happy, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.
The hypocritical but interesting human race is just like in the impression.
Watching her getting closer and closer to him, watching her pass directly through his faint figure... I have to sigh here:
Your cultivation level is really low.
"Ayue..."
Huh?
Sang Yue paused and looked around with a frown, but no one was there. Of course, she knew there were masters lurking on this road. After all, it is the palace of the royal husband, and there is no need to show the strength of the guards like ordinary people in order to have a deterrent effect.
But do the guards here have any acquaintances with her? Probably not? In her distant memory, the only people who called her Ah Yue were her relatives.
But after becoming famous, the name was forgotten.
Later, someone called me, but it was someone in a dream and could not be taken seriously. No matter whether you are a human being or a monk, there will always be times when you are in a trance. Obviously no one called me, but there was always a moment when I seemed to hear someone calling me.
For example, she is in a daze right now.
She looked around suspiciously, making sure that no one was calling her, so was it an illusion just now? He scratched the tingling top of his hair and looked around blankly.
Unknown to her, there was someone standing in front of her, reaching out to caress the scars on her face.
"Ah Yue," the man who was close at hand followed her face as she looked around, and his always deep and calm eyes contained faint ripples, conveying his thoughts in a vague and illusive way, "Go to the fairyland. "Don't go!"
No matter how hard she scratched her head, she couldn't tell whether the voice was a hallucination. She was too weak and had two curses. It was normal for her to have auditory hallucinations. Besides, she often asked herself, she really wanted to go to the fairyland, but it was too risky.
She was a demon in her previous life. If someone exposed her identity in the fairyland, wouldn't there be no way to escape?
He put on his hood again and quickly and decisively teleported away from Nanxiang Spiritual Palace.
The man stood motionless, watching her disappear, and then his figure faded away... On the pavilion, Yun Biluo, who was receiving the obeisances of the Nanrong people, was suddenly moved, and he closed his eyes slightly to look at the entire palace. .
After a long while, he opened his eyes and frowned slightly.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Seeing that she had not asked the clansmen to stand up, Prince Nanrong noticed something strange about her and asked when she opened her eyes.
"I always feel that something is wrong..." But he didn't find anything wrong. Yun Biluo's eyes paused for a moment, and then he saw the Nanrong people who were still kneeling, "Get up, sit down."
After hearing this, Prince Nanrong also frowned and left in an instant.
Having been with her for many years, I know that she never makes things difficult for lower-level creatures. Something must have distracted her just now. This is his Nanrong clan's territory. While she is here, it would be a shame if there is a problem with the palace's defense.
The sudden aura of murder in the pavilion made the Nanrong clan extremely nervous, and they sat quietly waiting for the return of Wang Fu.
For a time, spiritual visions were all over the palace, but nothing unusual was found. Including tracing the circumstances of Asang's departure, the only exception is that she changed back to her previous outfit the moment she left the archway.
This is her daily routine, nothing unusual.
Moreover, in the tracing, we saw that after she changed her clothes, she teleported away from the spiritual palace as usual. Unable to find any abnormalities, Yun Biluo and Mr. Wang put aside their doubts for the time being and faced the Nanrong clan members with gentle smiles.
As for Asang's attitude of turning a blind eye to the Nanrong people shown in the tracing, no one cared.
In Yun Biluo's eyes, as long as she is in Star Sui Continent, her adopted sister does not need to be polite to anyone except herself. As for Prince Nanrong's husband, he was willing to become one of the prince's husbands for the sake of his family, and he once became the laughing stock of the world.
Later I gradually got used to it.
He can be humble in front of Emperor Birro, and his tribe is inferior in front of her sworn sister. Is there any problem? If anyone feels humiliated, he can give up the resources of the clan and start his own business. He likes to hear that.
People with different Taoism will not agree with each other, and he will not force it.
……
The family was enjoying themselves in the spiritual palace. After Sang Yue left the spiritual palace, she went back to the manor to cool her fevered mind with water from Qingchuan, and took a look at Aman's current state.
"Yo, finally grown up."
Typical demon costume, a mysterious plain suit, the scales turned into armor shimmering coldly, and the whole body naturally exudes murderous aura. The sexy lips are black and red, like the color of blood that has dried up after being separated from the body for a long time.
"Yi Ji pays homage to the master." Seeing her come in, Aman knelt down and kowtowed with joy.
"Yi Ji is your name in your previous life," Sang Yue smiled faintly when she heard the name and reached out to help her up. "If you have the chance to live over again, don't you want to change your name?"
"Then Aman." She responded simply.
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