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Xuan Luo has been very worried about His Majesty recently.

She could feel that before he took the throne, His Majesty had been unhappy since he came back from Qingxuanmen.She had thought that things would get better when Her Majesty took the position of Demon Lord, but the situation got worse instead.

Until two days ago, a goddess came to Tiangong.

The Goddess has an extraordinary face, but her simple attire looks even more charming.

The moment Xuan Luo saw it, the expression on Zunshang's face was like thin ice in early spring, which melted away in a short while.

Under the gloomy face, there is actually a subtle joy hidden.

Probably, he didn't expect that the proud goddess would willingly fall into the dust for him.

On the first day after the banquet, the Goddess did not go back, and Tiangong quickly sent someone to look for her.

Several celestial venerables were kicked out by their lords before seeing the half shadow of the goddess.

Xuanluo can probably guess what His Majesty thinks about the Goddess.

But if she annoyed the gods in Tiangong, it would be of no benefit to the demons, so she didn't like this willful goddess.

She found out that the goddess was trespassing in the attic, but the goddess told her that she came for the honor.

Xuan Luo was a little puzzled.

"Where did you say that?"

Zhong Linlang sighed, "Jinhong isn't dead, is he?"

Xuan Luo's pupils shrank.

The whip in his hand was tightly grasped, with murderous intent everywhere, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Jinhong is not dead, how can your lord be able to sleep?" Zhong Linlang looked at her from the side, his eyes were a little unclear, so, "there are still remnants of the demon clan who are still unclear."

Xuan Luo bit her lip, "Don't think you are a goddess so you will be unscrupulous, be careful that I will kill you."

"Am I right?" Zhong Linlang said with a smile, "Bring me to Jinhong, and I will help you."

"You think I'll believe it?" Xuan Luo was unmoved.

"If you don't believe me, you can kill me now. I have no internal response in the Demon Palace, so don't worry." Zhong Linlang's smile faded a little, "I am a goddess, and I came to the Demon Palace alone for Fu Jingce's sake."

This sentence is true.

Xuanluo weighed it for a while, then shook his head and said, "Although Jinhong is not dead, I have no right to bring you to see him, and I don't know where he is. If you want to see him, you should talk to the elder."

Zhong Linlang was not disappointed when she heard this almost tactful rejection.Fu Jingce was very vigilant, and probably only had that confidant named A Lu around, so it was normal for others not to know Jinhong's whereabouts, and she just had the mentality of giving it a try.

"But I can tell you that Jinhong's life will not be easy." Xuanluo sneered, "He deserves it!"

Zhong Linlang frowned.

Why?Judging by her tone, she also hates Jinhong so much?
Xuanluo put down the long whip in her hand, walked to the table, and opened an old box.

This is the box containing Fu Zhenzhen and Fengyuan's hair.

Xuanluo skillfully opened the box, and there was a small mechanism hidden under the brocade. She stretched out her hand and turned it around a few times, and the layer where the hair was placed suddenly lowered and rose to the other side.

Zhong Linlang was stunned.

She didn't find this little mechanism last time.

On the raised side was a bloody handkerchief, and through the blood, one could see the red plum pattern embroidered on it.

Xuanluo motioned for her to come over, pulled her wrist, and then touched the handkerchief with her fingertips.

She was chanting some spell, and a ball of purple light slowly shone over, gradually engulfing the two of them.

Xuanluo took her to the day when Fu Zhenzhen was poisoned to death.

"Look at it." Xuan Luo said, "Look at how cruel the person you want to meet is."

They turned into spirit bodies and stood in the attic five years ago.

At this time, the attic was decorated very warmly. Fu Jingce's biological mother, Fu Zhenzhen, was leaning on the imperial concubine, holding a volume of books in her hand.

She was very beautiful, and Fu Jingce's eyes were very similar to hers, they were curved, as if filled with gurgling spring water.

She is still so young.

Zhong Linlang had mixed feelings in his heart.

After a while, a person walked into the attic.

It's Jinhong.At this time, he was already a Demon Lord, but his expression was very serious.

He walked in quietly, and sat down next to the table, facing Fu Zhenzhen.

Fu Zhenzhen got up immediately, she didn't have the panic and fear she imagined, her expression was indifferent, and her movements were not hurried or slow.

"You came?"

It sounded like she knew he was coming early in the morning.

"You live a leisurely life." Jinhong said with some sarcasm when he glanced at the scroll on the imperial concubine's bed.

Fu Zhenzhen poured herself a cup of tea and didn't move.

"You should think about it, right?" Jin Hong frowned, feeling a little impatient.

She nodded, and after a long silence, she asked him: "You won't change your mind about what you promise me, will you? Ah Ce, can he really live in peace?"

Jinhong raised his hand and pushed a pack of medicinal powder over, clasping his hands in his sleeves.

"Drink this," he said, "and I'll keep him safe."

Fu Zhenzhen stared at the packet of medicine powder, as if she wanted to see through it.

After a moment of silence, she raised her hand, picked up the packet of medicinal powder, and sprinkled it into the teacup.

She drank it down.

Zhong Linlang's heart tightened.

The sound of rain outside the attic suddenly became louder.

Jinhong stood up, and the room was gloomy, "You owe this to us demons. My father changed your life in order to let you live forever, and touched the worst fate. It ended in nothingness, so you deserve to die. You should go back to the world."

Fu Zhenzhen laughed sadly.

Jinhong didn't look at her and walked out.

The rain became heavier and heavier, Fu Zhenzhen collapsed on the couch, the blood she spit out stained her white skirt red, and also stained the veil on her body red.

She was whispering something indistinctly.

At the last moment of her life, no one was by her side, and no one could even hear her last words.

"It's hard?" Xuan Luohong looked at her with eyes, "Such a fresh life."

Zhong Linlang was silent.

She didn't know how long she stood, but she felt a gust of wind, and two people rushed in before her eyes.

The one in front was Fu Jingce, who looked only fourteen or five years old, and the one behind was a girl slightly older than him, named Xuan Luo.

Seeing the gradually cooling corpse, Fu Jingce froze for a moment, at a loss what to do.

Xuanluo called out to Madam.

Fu Jingce came to his senses, but his whole body went limp.

Zhong Linlang heard his broken cries.

It seemed like the sky was falling down.

The young boy's shoulders were very weak, and he was shaking uncontrollably.

He kept calling mother, his eyes were red.

He had already lost his father, and now he lost his mother, the Demon Palace was no longer his home.

There are thousands of roads in the world, but he couldn't find his way home.

The corners of Zhong Linlang's eyes were inexplicably sour.

She dreamed of Fu Jingce's death last night, and now Xuanluo let her see his mother's death again.

He can also be regarded as an ill-fated magician.

Xuan Luo brought her back to reality again.

"You have seen it too." Xuanluo's eyes were still red, "Mrs. Xian is a very good person. Without her, I would have froze to death outside. Your Majesty has been pitiful since he was a child. He lost his father and mother. Poisoned to death, how can he not hate it."

"I'm showing you this for the sake of Your Majesty, so don't play tricks." Xuanluo warned again, "If you want to know the whereabouts of Jinhong, as I said, you can go to Your Majesty by yourself. .”

"This is the magic palace, not your heavenly palace."

She dropped those words coldly, disappeared and walked out.

Zhong Linlang sighed.