pin bone

The sun poured down heavily, and Fu Jingce stood on the high platform of Chenyang Palace, looking up at the sky.

The scenery on the horizon is excellent, and the sun is shining.

A Lu stood behind him, not knowing what the Lord was thinking.

The morning wind was very cool, and my cheeks were a little red.

Fu Jingce lowered his head and thought for a while, then slowly raised his hand.

A small spirit bird suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand.

There was a faint light all over the spirit bird, and it was lowering its head, curiously pecking at the skin of Fu Jingce's palm with its beak.

Fu Jingce stroked its smooth feathers slowly.

"Ah Lu," he asked, "how long does it take to deliver a letter from the Demon Palace to the Heavenly Palace?"

A Lu thought for a while, and said softly: "If you use the spirit bird to send messages, one day should be enough."

He glanced at the spirit bird, not understanding why the Lord asked such a question.

Fu Jingce took out a small envelope from his sleeve pocket and tied it to the spirit bird's leg.

He let go of the spirit bird.

The spirit bird spread its wings and flew straight to the sky.

Fu Jingce watched it leave, and there was a trace of expectation in his calm eyes.

The letter will be sent to Tiangong, to her hands.

A Lu was a little puzzled: "Young Master, is this a letter to Tiangong?"

Why didn't he know that the young master still had an internal response in the Heavenly Palace.

Fu Jingce didn't answer him, but asked in a calm tone: "Ah Lu, tell me, will there be someone who will die without saving?"

Alu pondered for a while, not knowing how to answer this tricky question.

Everything has a premise: if someone wants you to die, of course they will choose to stand by; if someone wants you to live, then they will definitely not refuse to save you.

Why doesn't the young master understand these principles?

But after he asked this question, Alu could only shake his head and say, "No, I believe not."

Fu Jingce laughed.

"I also believe..." Fu Jingce sighed with mist in his eyes, "This is the last time."

This was the last time he expected Zhong Linlang.

He really wanted to see if she still had the last ounce of tenderness towards him.

A Lu didn't understand what he meant by "the last time". He was busy with chores before, and he didn't spend much time with the young master. It seemed that he missed a lot of things.

Fu Jingce withdrew his gaze, and quickly changed the topic, "Let's go back, and wait for the good show."

Alu said yes.

Liu Wanyi sat in front of the mirror, stunned for a moment.

She chewed carefully what Fu Jingce had told her, and soon came to her senses.

In fact, Fu Jingce gave her the task, and she was very happy in her heart.

This shows that he has begun to open up to her.

Liu Wanyi believes that companionship is the longest confession of love.

Glancing at the horizon, she knew the time had come.

She raised her hand to mess up the combed bun, then raised her hand and slapped herself hard.

She used full strength, and her white and tender skin quickly became red and swollen, slightly numb.

Liu Wanyi looked at the mirror for a while, and was very satisfied with her embarrassed appearance.

She stood up, opened the door, and stumbled out.

The maids were sweeping, and they were frightened when they saw her crazy appearance. They looked at each other in blank dismay, but they didn't dare to step forward to stop her.

Liu Wanyi's goal is Jinhong's Evernight Palace.

The front of the Nightless Palace is heavily guarded and covered with enchantments.

Before she could rush up, she was shaken away by the barrier.

Liu Wanyi knelt on the ground cruelly, weeping and kowtow, kowtow again and again, blood came out of his forehead.

The guard guarding the palace gate saw that she was knocking pitifully, thought about it, went in and informed Jinhong.

Jinhong was sitting inside drinking tea and reading a book at first, when he heard someone calling, he just slightly raised his eyes, "Who's outside?"

The guard shook his head, "Looking at Mian Sheng, she kowtowed non-stop, saying that she is from the Young Master's palace and wants to meet His Majesty."

Jinhong stopped drinking tea.

He stood up and the guard led him to the door.

Jinhong appeared and walked out.

He looked down at Liu Banyi who was kneeling on the ground, and saw that her forehead was bruised and bleeding, tears were streaming down her cheeks, her cheeks were slightly swollen, her eyes were still flustered, and she looked very pitiful.

He felt very strange.

Seeing the rightful lord, Liu Wanyi stopped moving and pulled the hem of his clothes very excitedly, wanting to cry: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! You need to save your life, young master... young master..."

She was so choked up that she couldn't speak the second half of the sentence.

Jinhong frowned and dodged her hand with some disgust, and when she heard her mentioning the young master, he couldn't help asking: "Speak well, what's wrong with the young master."

"Young master," Liu Wanyi resolutely fought, crying, "Young master committed suicide!"

Jin Hong originally thought nothing was wrong, but when he heard the word "suicide", he was suddenly taken aback, and unconsciously grabbed Liu Banyi's hand, and asked uncertainly, "What did you say?"

His strength was so strong that Liu Wanyi's arm was painfully held by him.

She repeated again, "The young master killed himself."

Jinhong had fully reacted now, frowned and let go, and hurried to Fu Jingce's Chenyang Palace.

He hated him, but he never thought of letting him die now.

The fish is hooked.

Liu Wanyi followed behind Jinhong, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Jinhong rushed to Chenyang Palace in a hurry, and saw the maids and servants kneeling on the ground, all covering their faces and crying.

His heart sank.

Walking to Fu Jingce's sleeping hall, he found that the inside was in chaos, the quilt on the bed was rolled up randomly, and without looking closely, one could find a large bloodstain on it.

He reached out to touch it, but it was still wet, not dry.

"Fu Jingce?" Jin Hong wondered why he didn't see anyone, and called out loudly.

no respond.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Jinhong's heart.

"Brother." A young boy's lazy voice came from behind, "I'm here."

Since his mother died, Fu Jingce never called him brother again.

Revisiting after a long absence, a little rusty.

Jinhong didn't know whether he should accept this title for a moment, but he was stunned and forgot to think.

He didn't react until a sharp pain came from behind, and looked back in disbelief.

"Brother." Fu Jingce was holding the glowing Chishui Sword in his hand, smiling brightly, "I'm here."

Like a ghost in hell.

The wandering flower outside the magic palace suddenly fell and fell into the dust.

A day later, Zhong Linlang received Fu Jingce's letter.

She also probably knew where things were going.

Since this morning, people in Tiangong have been discussing that the magic palace is in chaos.

It is said that Fu Jingce, the little demon god, successfully usurped the throne and became the new demon king, but his elder brother Jinhong was missing, probably killed.

The old gods chatting with their fans unanimously felt that although Jinhong was cruel, Fu Jingce, as his own younger brother, could not kill his brother with his own hands. Doing so was against ethics.

"He's a bloodthirsty devil, what kind of ethics do he talk about?" someone said.

The gods who were discussing in full swing felt very reasonable.

They chatted easily, but Zhong Linlang couldn't laugh.

It was clearly said that the time for Fu Jingce to become the Demon King would be Jing Zhe, but now there are still a few days before Jing Zhe, why is the time so much earlier?
Logically, it absolutely shouldn't.

Changsheng also heard everyone's discussion and was very puzzled.

The timing is wrong.

He looked at Zhong Linlang who was sitting at the table with a sad face, and before he could comfort him, he leaned over to read the letter.

Zhong Linlang burned the letter after he read it.

It was obvious from the letter that it was written by Fu Jingce. He said in the letter that his life was dying and he hoped that she could come down to rescue her.

When did she have the obligation to save the Demon Dao?

And isn't he talking nonsense with his eyes open? He even said that his life was in danger after he succeeded in ascending the position. She didn't believe that such a big magic palace couldn't find an elixir to heal his wounds.

That being said, she didn't want him to die.

She was taken aback by herself and scolded herself for being crazy.

Seeing her hesitation, Chang Sheng begged her to save the young master.

Although there are many doubts in it, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

Changsheng persuaded her like this.

Zhong Linlang was upset, so she simply put him in her sleeve pocket, out of sight and out of mind.

What to save, anyway, Fu Jingce will definitely not die!
If he waded through this muddy water, he might cause many troubles.