Fighter of the Destiny

There were no clouds in the sky, but the sunshine was not very bright. Even though it was warm on both sides of the Red River, it was already the middle of winter after all. The slightly cold wind blew across the stone platform and did not bring up the smoke and dust in the cracks of the bluestone. It only made the white flowers piled on the ground tremble slightly, making them look even more sad.

Luoluo stood outside the pear blossoms on the ground, looking a little lonely.

There was no obvious emotion on her still childish and more beautiful face, but she was thinking about the previous decision in the stone palace, listening to the ceremonial music that had become smooth again at the whale landing platform, and thinking about what was going to happen later. After promulgating the credentials of the world, many clan leaders and generals couldn't bear to look at her. They lowered their heads or turned around to look away.

Luoluo didn't seem to notice this and walked forward, stepping on the soft white flowers with her little leather boots without making any sound.

Still some distance away from the pear tree, she stopped because an extremely towering figure, like a mountain, stopped in front of him.

She looked up and found that it was the elder who had loved her the most since childhood.

The leader of the Xiang Clan looked at her silently, without speaking, but there were many complex emotions in his eyes, just like the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, which were difficult to sort out.

There was gentleness, pampering, apology, and request in his calm eyes.

Luoluo understood what he meant and said in a soft voice: "I didn't expect it."

The apology in the eyes of the Xiang clan leader became more intense, and he said: "This is your Majesty's intention."

Luoluo looked at him with her little face raised, and said calmly: "So what?"

It was quiet on the observation deck, especially after she appeared.

Although her voice was very soft, it clearly reached the ears of all the demon clan big shots.

The leader of the Xiang Clan was stunned, the Taigong of the Deer Clan was stunned, the Clan Chief of the Carp Clan was stunned, and the big shots on the viewing platform were all stunned.

Because they did not expect that Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was always known for being cute but sensible and well-behaved, would actually say such a thing.

so what? These four simple words seem to be just questions or inquiries, but who can’t hear the coldness and toughness hidden in them?

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Luoluo walked to the pear tree.

She looked at the young demon under the tree and found that he was indeed handsome, and the aura he exuded was not very disgusting to her.

Her eyes fell on his hair, confirming that there were no magic horns. She felt slightly interested, and then felt a little confused.

As the most noble princess of the demon clan, she is always under the strictest protection no matter in Kyoto or Baidi City. Therefore, she has no chance to participate in the imperial examination, cannot enter the Tomb of Heavenly Book with others to observe the stele and enlightenment, let alone Will be allowed to enter Zhouyuan Trial.

So she had little chance to meet the real demons.

She had encountered him once many years ago at the Anglican Academy, on that unforgettable night.

The horned demon fell into Zhou Tong's hands. He should have died long ago, right?

He hadn't even succeeded in cleansing his marrow at that time. Wouldn't he be scared when he stood in front of him?

A white flower fell from the branch and brushed against her temples, bringing her back to her senses.

She asked curiously: "Are you the Demon Lord?"

Her eyes are as clear as water and can see all the true emotions.

It was obvious that she didn't have any anger towards this young demon lord, but was just really curious.

"Yes."

The Demon Lord looked at her quietly and suddenly said: "You can call me by my name, Nero."

There is nothing special about this sentence or the slight pause in the middle.

But if the black robe and the devil commander were present, they would definitely be very surprised.

If the princes and ministers in Xuelao City were present, they might even be frightened and faint.

Although his calm tone belied his true arrogance, he told her his real name and allowed her to use it.

Luoluo didn't know the rules of these demon royal families, and didn't care about them.

She looked at him and asked, "You want to marry me?"

The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Not bad."

Luoluo asked: "Why?"

The purpose of marriage is naturally to establish an alliance.

This is a very clear answer. Demon Lord believes that she also knows it, but she cannot answer it like this.

This is the dignity of the king, the restraint that the royal family should have, and the respect they give each other.

So the answer he gave was admiration.

He said he had admired her for a long time.

Of course Luoluo knew this couldn't be true, just like she knew why he wanted to marry her.

But she still continued to ask: "Did you know me before?"

Many important figures, including the leader of the Xiang Clan, thought they knew why she persisted in asking questions.

She wants to prove that the devil is lying.

She wanted to prove that the Demon Lord didn't know her before, so naturally she didn't have any long-standing admiration.

But even if these are proven, what's the point?

In their eyes, His Highness Luoluo at this time was like a child biting the tip of his pen, thinking hard about how to solve a pattern problem.

Even if she were to solve this problem, who would care if it was right or wrong?

"Of course, just because I know it, I appreciate it. I believe that one day in the future, you will have the same view."

The Demon Lord looked at her calmly, looking very confident.

Luoluo suddenly took a few steps back, came outside the white flowers, and looked under the tree again.

She tilted her head and frowned slightly, looking a little distressed for something, which was very cute.

At a glance, it is a painting.

Outside the fence is the blue sky, high and clear.

A pear tree, covered with fine white flowers.

He stood under the tree.

The wind blows and the flowers fall like rain.

fell on his shoulders.

fell on his clothes.

This painting is really beautiful.

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The Demon Lord said nothing and let her look at him.

Because he is standing in the painting now.

There was a faint smile on his face, and a hint of fatigue and boredom gradually appeared in the depths of his eyes.

At the beginning, Luoluo did not show fear of him like the noble girls in Xue Lao City, nor did she act deliberately arrogant and indifferent like his sisters. She just opened her bright eyes like ordinary girls. Expressing curiosity, it did pique his interest.

But over time, this interest has waned a lot.

Especially seeing Luo Luo's expression at this moment.

This painting was originally drawn by him for her to see.

He thought with a smile, women are women, after all, they still like these nihilistic and ridiculous things.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a sentence.

"Have you seen that painting of mine?"

The speaker is Luo Luo.

The Demon Lord suppressed his smile, looked at her and said calmly: "I don't understand what you mean."

"I painted a picture three days ago."

Luoluo looked at him and said, "I didn't expect to see the real scene today."

The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Really? That's a coincidence."

"Of course this is not a coincidence. My mother probably knew that I liked that painting very much, so she showed it to you. One night in late winter, the spring breeze came, and the pear blossoms bloomed all over the tree. You were under the tree... These details are very well done, and the pear blossoms are beautiful. You are also very good-looking, and your approach to touching scenes and emotions is very natural, but mother and you both made one mistake."

"What's wrong?"

"Even if everything is designed to be perfect, you can't be the one in my painting."

"Why?"

"Because that painting was not something I imagined out of thin air, but something that already exists."

Luoluo looked at him with sympathetic eyes, like looking at a child biting the tip of his pen and thinking hard about how to solve a pattern problem.

You think you have found the correct way to solve the problem, but you have no idea what the question means.

The Demon King vaguely guessed the answer and asked: "Who is this person in the painting?"

Luoluo opened her eyes wide and said seriously: "Of course it's my husband."

Changed the last sentence.