Demon Becoming the Lord

Although Xiao Lang is still so cold, Princess He Miao's mood is much better, because he is sure that Xiao Lang's heart is still kind, perhaps because of some reason she doesn't know, she has become so indifferent.

Suddenly, she had a thought that she must do everything possible to change Xiao Lang back to his original appearance, not only to restore the memory, but also to influence him. This is not only for Xiao Lang, but also... for herself.

Looking at Xiao Lang's blank eyes, this thought became stronger and stronger, rooting and sprouting in Princess He Miao's mind like a small tree. She breathed out a scent, smiled lightly, and her beautiful eyes gradually became firmer, no matter what the final outcome, she decided to try hard.

As long as you work hard, the ending is not really important, at least you will not regret it, will you?

"Xiao Lang, I'm going back, and I will see you at night!"

Wiping away the tears, Princess He Miao resolutely got up and said with a smile, and then stepped on the snow, covered her cloak and tightly tightened her neckline and walked slowly towards the middle courtyard. Her footsteps are very light, but they are abnormally fixed, her delicate back, like a blooming winter plum in the wind and snow, is very beautiful.

Xiao Lang seemed to have not noticed He Miao's departure and sat on the ground blankly. He didn't know what was wrong with him, as if he was born so cold? I don't care much about everything, and I don't like much.

Princess Hemiao is a good girl, she is also beautiful and tender, and he also feels a trace of her affection for him, but it is a pity that there is no wave in his heart. He seems to be born a cold-blooded person.

In this world, it seems that the only thing he cares about is the sword in his hand, because of this sword, he has a feeling of being connected to flesh and blood and a family member!

He picked up the ruthless sword in his hand, holding the hilt in one hand and gently stroking the blade with the other hand. He had an inexplicable feeling that this sword could help him find his memory and help him...get more Strong!

He actually didn't want to retrieve any memories, and he didn't know the meaning of becoming stronger? But he felt that in this world, the only thing related to him was this sword. Since this sword hopes to find his memory and to become stronger, what must he do? Otherwise these days are too boring, isn't it?

He slowly closed his eyes, forgetting the surrounding scenery, forgetting the wind and snow in the sky, and his mind was silent in the ruthless sword, because he vaguely heard a voice in the ruthless sword calling him.

"Since ancient times, passionate love has been spared and hatred, passionate has always been ruthlessly hurt, ruthless heaven is the first, love hurt!"

When he was completely silent in the Ruthless Sword, such a sentence appeared in his mind, the sentence was very short, and the meaning in the sentence made him a little confused.

What is ruthless heaven? What is the emotional injury? Hurt yourself, or hurt others? The first weight? Is there a second and third level behind?

Xiao Lang didn't know, but he seemed to be interested in this. He finally did something, so he didn't need to stay in a daze.

The wind and snow were getting heavier, and Xiao Lang was sitting next to the pavilion, so the wind and snow could cover him. He closed his eyes, was silent in his inner world, comprehending those two words, and forgot everything.

Slowly he was covered by the wind and snow and became a snowman, and the aura on his body gradually became colder and colder than snow!

Time slipped away bit by bit, and it was about to enter the night. The heavy snow in the sky suddenly stopped, but Xiao Lang did not move and had already turned into a snowman. Princess He Miao brought He Ni but walked happily again. It was not surprising to see Xiao Lang turning into a snowman, because Xiao Lang often did this a few days ago.

Princess He Miao asked He Ni to take out the food, but she walked to Xiao Lang, stretched out a hand like a white jade, and gently brushed the snowflakes off her hair, her movements were light, and her eyebrows and eyes were gentle. As lovely and warm as a little wife.

Xiao Lang opened his eyes, and there were snowflakes on his eyelashes and eyebrows, making him look like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes of life, and he was many years old. His face was colder than the Dongfang Hongdou back then, and he glanced sideways at Princess He Miao who was still blowing the snowflakes for him. There was no wave on his face, and the same heart...no wave.

"Let's eat!" Princess He Miao brushed the snowflakes clean for Xiao Lang, looking at Xiao Lang with tenderness in her eyes.

"Ok!"

Xiao Lang nodded indifferently, stood up and walked to the stone table, eating silently, and quickly swept away all the food. Then he wiped his mouth, and sat beside the pavilion silently holding his sword.

Princess He Miao waved her hand and let He Ni go down, still squatting beside Xiao Lang as usual, hugging her knees, and chatting casually with Xiao Lang. The same Xiao Lang's reply was cold and brief, but she was not at all angry, and accompanied him patiently. Trying to melt the Wannian glacier of Xiaolang with a fiery heart and water-like tenderness.

As He Ni knows, He Miao has been a good girl since she was a child. But once such a good girl becomes stubborn, the ten fierce beasts will not be able to hold back.

She grew up, facing respectful servants, lovingly admiring his son. Xiao Lang was a stranger. She was born when she was desperate and saved her from the beast's mouth. Especially when she left, the cold and ruthless expression was very touching to her.

In many cases, people are very good animals, and they don't cherish their own good, but feel dull. For example, Princess He Miao, Young Master Mo Han treats him so well, not inferior to Xiao Lang in every respect, but she just doesn't like it. On the contrary, it seems...Some like to be left out by Xiao Lang and hurt by him mercilessly.

Maybe it's because young people have rebellious psychology, maybe they try to prove that they have loved... vigorously.

It was late at night, and Xiao Lang's body was once again covered by ice and snow, and the three thousand green silks of He Miao were also covered with snowflakes. Her eyes were shining like magnificent gems in the starless night sky.

"Ugh…"

Thousands of words finally turned into a deep sigh, Princess He Miao looked at the stone-like Xiao Lang, tightened her cloak and left sadly. The petite body looked so weak and lonely in the night breeze.

The wind was up, and the sky fell down again, and Bei Ming seemed a bit cold.

"Passionate is always ruthlessly hurt? Feeling hurt? Why do I hurt He Miao, and I also feel heartache? It hurts others and myself? Is this love hurt?"

Xiao Lang raised his head, letting the wind and snow sweep his face, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, like the face of Wannian Glacier, a touch of distress appeared, distressed for He Miao and for himself.

He suddenly opened his eyes, the inexplicable energy in his body gathered on his fingers, he wrote out of thin air, and finally wrote the word "love" in the air, and then he suddenly drank: "Emotional injury, emotional injury, no injury" How did you hurt others? Go!"

The inexplicable energy that was collected in the body due to cultivating the celestial demon's combat skills was transformed into the word "love", and suddenly shot into the air. The sky of wind and snow exploded into nothingness!