Demon Becoming the Lord

The Soul and Soul Festival is coming soon, and the snowstorm on this day is a bit bigger. The white snow covered everyone's sight, and also put the Blood Emperor City in a silver coat, extremely beautiful.

Xiao Lang's superficial injuries have basically recovered, but walking still has some difficulty. This is the result of Xiao Lang secretly taking the Gouwei's top pill. Otherwise, with the blood leader's pill, he is afraid that someone will have to walk with him at the moment.

Divine Soul Festival is the most important festival for everyone in Divine Soul Continent, and it is also the day to awaken Divine Soul. Blood Emperor City is extremely lively, countless family members and countless children who have just turned 18 all stand outside Divine Soul Pavilion, waiting for the awakening ceremony.

At this moment, Xiao Lang was sitting in a carriage just passing by the Shenhun Pavilion. He lifted the driving curtain and looked at the hundreds of young girls standing in the wind and snow with nervous and expectant faces. Seeing that they were all attracted by the sound of horseshoes, turning their heads to look at the caravan he was in, with a look of envy, he couldn't help feeling a sigh and sigh.

A year ago, he was eighteen years old, and he was standing outside the Divine Soul Pavilion in the Imperial Capital on the day of the Divine Soul Festival, with a look of nervousness and expectation. In just one year, I have experienced things that many people have not experienced in their entire lives.

Grandpa died, he betrayed the Xiao family. I went to northern Xinjiang, and then the war in northern Xinjiang, the foster father died. He has gone through many battles and was almost killed many times. At this moment, he became a traitor who was scolded by the world, and he was sitting in the carriage of the prince of the enemy country, walking towards the palace of the enemy country, to attend the palace feast.

A blizzard came, floated into the carriage through the window, and also fascinated his eyes. Xiao Lang squinted his eyes and looked at the surrounding scenery continuously retreating. His eyes gradually became blurred and tranced. He remembered a poem from his previous life: "The world is out of my generation. As soon as I enter the rivers and lakes, Huangtu's hegemony is talking and laughing. A drunk!"

The world is fickle, he never wants to fight for anything, he doesn't want to be a big man, he doesn't want to kill anyone, and he doesn't want to be a traitor. He just wants to live a quiet life, with his aunt and with his beloved little red bean. However, things backfired. God always teased him again and again, and always forced him to fight again and again.

Thinking of Xiao Qingyi and that pleasant little red bean, Xiao Lang felt a pain in his heart. Since the death of Duguxing, he has been running away, forcing himself not to think about it. He was about to do it right now. He didn't know if he could walk out of the palace, or if he could see Xiao Qingyi and Dongfang Hongdou again. He finally started to feel pain in his heart.

Shaking his head, brushing off the snowflakes on his head and putting down the car curtain, the painful color in Xiao Lang's eyes disappeared, and his eyes were filled with determination instead. Because the palace was about to arrive, he didn't have time to think about it.

The palace of the Blood Dynasty was built very simple, not so luxurious, but very majestic. All were made of huge cyan granite, and the gate was also cyan. The thick mysterious iron gate was guarded by a group of powerful soldiers outside. The blood-red armor and the cold light reflected by the profound tools made passers-by fearful.

This horse-drawn carriage convoy was on a **** day, so no one dared to stop it. Seven or eight carriages drove straight in, turned around in the palace, and finally stopped in front of a hall.

The carriage stopped and Xiao Lang walked down. The wind and snow were heavy, his body was still weak, and he couldn't run the profound energy, so he felt very cold. He tightened the big cloak, shrank his body, his face was pale, and he looked like a sickly weak scholar.

He looked up at the strange palace, looked at the strange crowd, looked at the countless eyes full of contempt and mockery that swept over, and a sense of loneliness was once again in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly felt that he immediately fled back to the imperial capital, took Dongfang Hongdou to the end of the world, took her to the hidden sect, and spent the past few years quietly.

However, thinking that he was going to die in a few years, Xiao Lang felt sad again, lowered his head in silence, and followed the **** sun and walked into the palace.

There are many people in the palace, including young people, strong old generations, beautiful young ladies, and beautiful princesses. He also saw the blood-clothed blood slaves, but no one cared about him, just glanced lightly, and immediately turned to the beginning with contempt.

The **** day left, and before he left, he gave Xiao Lang a look. Xiao Lang's heart shuddered. He knew the meaning of this look. The **** day was arranged. If he receives the call, he will immediately kill Jing. Li.

Xue Kui took Xiao Lang to a corner and sat down, drinking wine and eating delicious food, but Xiao Lang felt like chewing wax. He narrowed his eyes, staring at everyone in the palace like a poisonous snake, looking for Aim.

Unfortunately, he didn't find the familiar figure, a group of big men in blood and blood slaves, also disappeared, don't know where they went.

From time to time, people came to chat with Xuekui, and there were also many women who were so plump that Xiao Lang suffocated Xiao Lang, twisting their "very waist" to talk to Xuekui. Looking at the five-flowered figure, the pig-headed face smiled charmingly and shyly, Xiao Lang squirmed in his stomach, and there was a strong urge to vomit.

This kind of banquet will not have a theme, and of course there may be Xiao Lang who can't see it. Perhaps the blood-clothed blood slaves and the patriarchs of several big families are currently negotiating the affairs of the next blood emperor in a small palace, or perhaps the blood red sun is conspiring with the big princes. Of course, these things will not appear and discuss openly, and Xiao Lang is not qualified. Join.

As time went by, Xiao Lang became more and more bored, but his heart became more and more tense, like a long bow, slowly pulling the bowstring, and slowly pulling out the sheath like a sword.

Half an hour later, when the blood tree slowly walked out of a side hall and walked towards this side, Xiao Lang's body trembled in an instant, and a few drops splashed out with a glass of wine in his hand. He knew everything was arranged. Just wait for him to light his sword.

"General Xiao, your Highness, please!"

Xuemu's words were very plain, but Xiao Lang obviously felt his heart beating very hard, and the hands of Xuekui beside him trembled slightly. On the contrary, Xiao Lang was extremely relaxed at this moment. He stood up, grinned, and tightly tightened the purple cloak, lowering his head and following the blood tree.

His footwork is very light and steady, his breathing is calm, his face is still pale, like a sickly patient who can die at any time. He got up and walked towards the small palace, which attracted the attention of countless people, but everyone just glanced at him, immediately turned away, and continued to chat with the people around him, with a hint of contempt at the corners of his mouth.

Xiao Lang's eyes narrowed, long and narrow, like Danfeng eyes. At this moment, he feels like he is in despair, and he is about to assassinate King Qin Jing Ke, and maybe he will be gone forever...

Just a short distance of several hundred meters, Xiao Lang seemed to have walked for a lifetime, until he was taken outside the gate of a partial hall. This side hall is obviously very important, and most people can't get in, because there is a stone gate here, and there are two war emperor strong guards outside.

The Shimen slowly opened. Obviously Xuemu and Xuekui were not eligible to go in. Xiao Lang paused at the door, and finally took a deep breath and walked in slowly. What is extremely strange is that the Shimen closed slowly. stand up.

This is a very luxurious little side hall. There are not many people in it, only the *** people, four he knows, the blood red sun, the two princes and the rain princess, he does not know all the others.

"Where is Jing Li?"

Xiao Lang frowned, but the next second his eyes shot to the left. He saw a strange face and a pair of extremely familiar eyes!

Jing Li!

Although his face changed completely, Xiao Lang only glanced at these eyes and immediately determined the identity of this person. His back suddenly arched at this moment, his body sprang out wildly, and the corners of his mouth showed a monster smile. Meaning, the mane is erected like a beast that chooses to eat.

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[Author's digression]: The five chapters are over, the latest update time may be unstable, but the old demon promises that the amount of updates will only be greater!

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