Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

It's the mask on the face.

When Shen Yuan put the mask on his face.

Rong Shen and Cheng Xiu are sure that Shen Yuan is the mask man. At the beginning, the old woman Rong Shen and Cheng Xiu saw in the painting should be the mask man.

On this thought, Rong Shen tilted his head and turned his eyes to a certain direction. There was a palace much smaller than here, and in the palace lived Shen Yuan's mother's younger brother.

Rong Shen looks over there and thinks that the person Shen Yuan wants to save should be her younger brother. After all, according to the results on the city wall, Shen Yuan's younger brother later died in Xie Jin's hands.

"It seems that we have found the person to save." Rong Shen takes back his sight and tilts his head toward Cheng Xiu.

When she looks at Cheng Xiu, she finds that Cheng Xiu looks down at Yan Qi at the gate of the hall. Rong Shen also looks at him and asks, "what's the matter? What are you looking at him for? "

"I wonder if he is the one Shen Yuan wants to save." Cheng Xiu says what he thinks.

But Rong Shen was stunned for a moment, and then in a positive tone, he denied, "impossible."

"Why?" Cheng Xiu's eyes flashed.

Rong Shen's tone was affirmative. "Shen Yuan cares about her brother very much, but Yan Qi doesn't even want to get it for Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan may thank him, but he has no feelings."

For Shen Yuan, Yan Qi is just her bodyguard.

Even, Shen Yuan may feel that Yan Qi is his bodyguard, she is the master of Yan Qi, and everything Yan Qi does should be.

However, Cheng Xiu didn't say anything about the latter, but he understood what she meant and could almost imagine it.

He chuckled and said, "not necessarily."

"Well, wait and see." Rong Shen snorted.

In my heart, I decided that I was right.

Cheng Xiu didn't explain.

When Rong Shen and Cheng Xiu talk, it's just two cats meow to each other in Shen Yuan's eyes. They communicate in cat language that they don't understand.

Shen Yuan, with a sapphire mask, ran to the gate of the palace and stood in front of Yan Qi to ask him that question.

Yan Qi still red ears answered, eyes can't help but linger on the mask on her face, eyes light than before seems to have something different.

But Shen Yuan didn't realize that she got the answer she wanted, so she reached out and took off the mask on her face, played with it in her hand, slightly raised her chin, and said to Yan Qi, "no matter how beautiful the mask is, it can't match the face of our palace. This mask is just for fun in our palace, and will never be taken again."

Maybe, when she died, she would take it with her. In this way, if later generations accidentally opened her coffin, they would see this exquisite mask instead of her face that had rotted into white bones.

Shen Yuan thought in his heart.

"I think the mask looks good." When Shen Yuan said that he would never wear this mask again in the future, Yan Qi blurted out.

Shen Yuan suddenly slightly narrowed her eyes, and she asked: "is this palace not as good-looking as a mask?"

Yan Qi was stunned and immediately replied, "mask is a dead thing. How can you compare with your royal highness?"

In the end, he added another sentence.

Shen Yuan that a little bit of worry suddenly disappeared, she satisfied Yang lip, hum smile a, way: "calculate you can talk."