Nine Phoenix Dynasty Phoenix Heavy Kwai Chapter

Chapter 911 Demon Race Without Borders [5]

The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep
I heard that you are always alone
Mottled city gate, entrenched with old tree roots

What echoes on the slate is to wait

The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls in that wild village
Fate takes root, it's us

Listen to youth, welcome laughter, envy many people
That history book, gentle and unwilling, writes too harshly
Fireworks are easy to get cold, and personnel are easy to separate

And you're asking if I'm still serious

Thousands of years later, love for many generations, who else is waiting
And Qingshi, how can it not be true, Wei Shu Luoyang City
If you are following, past life

Follow the world of mortals, follow me, wander for life

The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep
I heard that you are always alone
Mottled city gate, entrenched with old tree roots

What echoes on the slate is to wait

The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls in that wild village
Fate takes root, it's us

The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep
I heard that you are always alone
Mottled city gate, entrenched with old tree roots

What echoes on the slate is to wait

It rains, it rains, the vegetation in the old hometown is deep
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls in that wild village
Fate takes root, it's us

Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity. "

As the singing slowly disappeared, the entire tomb was as peaceful as the beginning of the century.

Wujiang sat quietly on the ice coffin, the black smoke-like figure seemed to be still in the void, motionless for a while.

He didn't make a statement, and Zhongkui was a little bit ashamed. Singing is indeed not her forte, and she doesn't like it either. This song is used by that guy Situ Ye to torture her all day long, talking about Chinese style, classical culture...

This time is just right for the occasion, this demon clan who is sealed in the netherworld has been lonely for an unknown amount of time.

Thousands of years later, love will last forever, who else is waiting?

For a long time, he didn't speak, Zhongkui looked at him, he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Isn't it nice?" Chongkui asked after a long time.

"It's not bad." Wujiang agreed in a low voice, "Is this kind of song being sung outside now?"

"Of course not." Zhongkui originally wanted to explain his own world to him, but it would be a long story, so he said: "This is only sung by someone occasionally, I think it sounds good, so I wrote it down. "

Wujiang didn't ask, he sat quietly, and said: "A long time ago, there was a girl. I have looked at her since she was very young. She is the light of this world, and she will always shine brightly in front of me. I long for that kind of light and want to be close to her, but she hates me. The person she likes has the supreme and noble lineage of the gods, but I, I was a demon at the beginning of chaos, and I have no right to look at her. "

Zhongkui also calmed down, standing in the corner, as if he wanted to hide himself in a place where he could not see, so that he could freely express his true thoughts.

"I have watched her secretly in the dark for tens of thousands of years, and I am willing to be imprisoned in this darkness. All I do is hope that she can really look at me, but it seems that such a humble wish cannot be realized now."

"That person, if she knew you, she would definitely not hate you." Chongkui finally said.

This demon clan is not evil at all as imagined, on the contrary, it is a little pitiful.

Although she is not qualified to pity others.

(End of this chapter)