Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Mr. Lang raised his eyebrows, but moved away and said with a smile, "then come in and have a cup of tea."

Xia Qingluo put the daisy in the schoolbag behind her and followed Mr. Lang into the yard.

It's not big here. The architectural pattern is still ancient style.

However, the furnishings in the room are very modern. They are simple and do not contradict each other.

Xia Qingluo walked around at will.

But suddenly stopped in one place.

Her heart jumped wildly.

That's a sword.

The body of the sword is blue and white, and a green dragon is engraved on the handle.

The spike of sword is a blue tassel. Long Feiyu and Xia Qingluo made it up with silk in order to look good.

It looks different.

Xia Qingluo clenched her hand tightly.

This is the Dragon Sword of dragon flying language.

I remember when long Feiyu's sword passed through childe Lang's heart.

Now, why is this dragon sword in the hands of young master Lang.

Did he kill Longfei?

Xia Qingluo suddenly turned around and stared at her young master Lang.

He fell on the desk and remained silent.

Mr. Lang put down his tea. His voice was silent and said definitely, "you don't know me, but you know this sword."

Xia Qingluo simply nodded, her eyes were sharp and her voice was aggressive. "The owner of this sword is my good friend. Why is this dragon sword with you, the owner of the sword?"

The owner of the sword?

Alan's eyes showed a confused look.

He murmured low, "after I woke up in the netherworld hell, this sword is beside me, but I know it's not mine."

Netherworld hell?

Xia Qingluo took a step closer and looked at young master Lang with determination, "where is the nether hell?"

"Under the volcano in the West wasteland." Alan stared at the sword, then walked forward, stretched out his hand, endured the sharp pain of gouging out his heart, and slowly touched the sword, "who is the owner of this sword?"

Xia Qingluo didn't answer him, but was silent.

She knows the volcano in the West wasteland.

Under the volcano, there is the fire of the nether world.

Those who have made mistakes in heaven are also sent there to be punished, such as Jiaxiu Tianjun.

"After you wake up, is there only this sword around you?" Xia Qingluo asked calmly.

Longfeiyu was her friend and her best friend thousands of years ago.

"Who is the owner of this sword?" asked Mr. Lang.

"Little princess of the dragon family, dragon flying language..." Xia Qingluo suddenly said.

Since he wants to know, why not tell him.

"Longfei language... Longfei language..." Mr. Lang's eyes were confused, his pale, bloodless lips were trembling, and his hands hanging on his side were tightly clenched together.

He didn't dare to take the sword. Every time he took it, it was as painful as burning fire.

So he knew that the sword could not be his.

He woke up from the nether world like charred charcoal. If the pure magic gas hadn't protected his body, he would have been destroyed.

When the Pluto went on a tour, he found him. Seeing that he was still breathing, he took him directly back to the underworld.

He was still in the deep sea of the yellow spring and let him live and die.

Unexpectedly, he survived a hundred years later.

However, I don't know where I come from and what my name is.

He will forget everything in the past.

So he did a ghost errand and went back and forth between yin and Yang, hoping to remember everything in the past one day.

He whispered low. Is the owner of this sword called longfeiyu?