Love Warriors Cong Liangji

"..."

Hearing what the Lionheart King said, Jiang Liu's mouth suddenly twitched.

"May I ask... How old is Your Highness the Princess this year?"

"I will be 14 years old next year. In our country, it is already the age to marry and have children!"

14 years old?Isn't this a crime? !

Who do you take me for?

Do I look a lot like a lolicon or a sex offender?

——Jiang Liu's heart is full of desire to complain, but he doesn't know where to start.

It was only then that he realized that despite how calm and wise the old man had been before, he was actually still thinking like a feudal ruler...it was a matter of course!

Perhaps in Lionheart King's view, this kind of thing is normal and beneficial to both parties, so Jiang Liu should be happy to accept it.

but--

"Sorry, excuse me for declining."

Jiang Liu forcefully took the small hand of a silver-haired girl next to her.

"It has nothing to do with Her Royal Highness, because I already have someone I like."

"Oh, Jiang Liu, my Hercules..." Heber snuggled up to Jiang Liu happily.

And Jiang Liu secretly heaved a sigh of relief——

Great, the murderous look is gone!

Chapter 391: The World Is Wrong!

The fault is not me, but the world!

——Undead Demon Lord Els.

The son of the legendary Golden Knight, the hero king who established the human empire and once conquered the world: Els Kalman!

Known as the greatest king, he is now back as the immortal devil king, destroying the world he once loved step by step.

Are you angry because the country you created is degrading day by day, or are you revived and revenged because you were murdered by a conspiracy before you were alive?

——The answer is neither.

Although he is doing things capable of destroying the world, he has no particular reason.

Neither for hatred nor for ambition, the reason why he came to this step is the result of following the trend, in fact, he himself is also in a state of confusion.

You have to ask why, because "he" is not the hero king Els Kalman at all!

He himself forgot his real name, but in his previous life he was an ordinary office worker in another world. Ordinary people lived a life without bright spots. Although the nine-to-five life was boring, there was nothing to be dissatisfied with.

If there is no accident, he will continue to live this ordinary life, and maybe one day in the future he will meet a suitable woman, get married, have children, start a family and start a business.

However, an accident happened, because the process was too short, so he didn't realize what happened, but he vaguely felt that someone pushed him from behind, and he fell off the station platform.

Who is it?

A child's prank?Offended someone at work?Enemies from past school days?Or is it simply unlucky to be targeted by a psychopath?

There is no way of knowing all this, the last thing he saw was the ground that crashed at a high speed, and the lights that had already flashed in the corner of his eyes...

The first time he "woke up" in a different world, he found himself trapped in an extremely narrow space, dark and cold, but miraculously, he didn't feel suffocated.

He started to move around in panic, never expecting that the power that erupted would be so powerful, easily destroying the dark space that blocked him.

After he came out, he realized that he was locked in a coffin before, but the place he was in was an underground palace with strange scenery, a world decorated with crystals.

Only by the quiet and gentle crystal shimmer did he see his own body and understand why he didn't feel suffocated—it was a skeleton.

This terrifying sight caused him to collapse instantly, falling into irrational frenzy.

He has been crazy, regretted, lamented, laughed at himself, and despaired... But in the end, he can only accept himself like this.

There's no way, after all, no matter how much you cry, you won't be able to shed tears. Even if you pretend to cry there, it's just reminding yourself of this fact countless times.

Once he accepted this point, his spirit calmed down inconceivably, and the speed of calming down was unreasonably fast, as if the emotional part had been cut off from his soul.

As time goes by, the more familiar he is with his current body, the more clearly he can perceive the changes in his spiritual level.

Neither fear nor pain, no rejection of loneliness, no sense of cold, no problem with nothingness...

Visually speaking, it was originally a pool of warm water, but now it is sharp ice crystals.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with it. If he was still a human being, he would definitely not be able to integrate into society with such a mental state, but he was just a skeleton now, and instead needed absolute calm to face everything.

No matter where you come to, in short, you must survive first!

Even though bones don't need oxygen and don't need food... there doesn't seem to be anything to worry about.

He left the underground palace gropingly, and after wandering in the picturesque and mysterious forest for a while, he somehow found the exit and came to the outside world.

After this period of time, he also initially understood what he is now.

Although it looks like a skeleton, it is surprisingly strong (it has no muscles), and its texture is very hard. It is more like steel than bone.

In addition, he found that he could walk on the water, understand the words of wild animals, and swing the sword he brought with him as he wished, and the ring around his finger bones seemed to have a magical effect.

He was just an ordinary person before his death, so it was impossible not to be surprised by this, but probably because of his body, the excitement quickly dissipated, leaving only indifference and calmness.

Although I don't know what level I am in this world, but if I can defeat those beasts that look very powerful, then at least I am not at the bottom?

With a little apprehension, he began to explore the outside world. After wandering for half a month, he walked out of the deep forest and saw humans for the first time at the edge of the forest!

The inertia of being a human being still remains in the depths of his soul. After being alone for so long, when he suddenly saw his "compatriots", he felt the feeling of "excitement" that he hadn't seen for a long time, and naturally ran up excitedly——

Then those people began to scream and cry for help, and took out swords and bows.

The heat quickly dissipated, and the swaying soul fire was instantly frozen, and the calmness of the undead dominated this body again.

At this moment, he truly realized that he had become a different kind, and completely combined his soul with his bones.

When the arrow hit his body and made a "clang", the King of the Undead focused on these humans.

He couldn't remember what happened, but when he came back to his senses, he was already in the blood pool hell.

The hot pieces of viscera twitched on the metacarpal bone, and the miserable howl still lingered in the ears, only the scorching blood slowly flowed down the throat, which seemed to gradually warm up the cold soul...

It's really interesting, he didn't feel disgusted at all, and he didn't feel disgusted physically, but felt that it should be like this.

Since then, he has discovered that he has a strange disease.

He lost the sense of touch, taste, and the ability to perceive heat and cold, as well as emotions such as joy, sadness, and regret—it was suppressed by the characteristics of the undead before, but now it completely disappears.

In this way, there is no doubt that it is really the same as the walking dead, even if it continues to live, it does not make any sense.

The only treatment method can only work temporarily, and that is...the killing of life!

Only when killing people will the [Will of the Undead] be broken through, and he can regain the five senses and emotions in a short time.

Like a blind man who has regained his sight, he is greedy and eager for flesh and blood, just to re-experience the feeling of being a human being.

The intertwined excitement and guilt that could not dissipate made him unable to stop, knowing that it was wrong but unable to stop, constantly washing his soul with blood.

Gradually, the number of his murders exceeded hundreds, thousands, ten thousand...

At some point, many monsters gathered around him, and he was dubbed the "Devil King" by the world.

And in this process, he seems to be looking forward to the concept of "human being", creating a new "personality" for himself.

Based on the self in his previous life in memory, he is a cautious, stable, and even timid man, but he can bluff and maintain his dignity when necessary.

However, this is just the outer shell, and the inner soul is still the lonely and indifferent king of the undead.

Now, killing one or two human beings can no longer make him "moved". Even if hundreds of people are massacred, he will still be touched very little, just like a person who likes to drink gradually finds himself getting worse and worse. as drunk.

Therefore, now he needs an unprecedented shock!

For example, bury all the lives in this world and make it a world of the dead?

If you can witness it with your own eyes, or even do it with your own hands, then this emotion will definitely touch the depths of your soul, and even last forever...

The Demon King knew that such things were wrong, and he knew very well that he had committed an unforgivable sin.

However, if he hadn't turned into this kind of body, but transmigrated into the body of an ordinary person, things would definitely not have developed like this.

In the end, it was all because of my bad luck that I ended up with this skeleton, and I didn't want to get to where I am today, and I was also a victim——this is what the Demon King said about himself.

"Although killing people is wrong, it's not me who's wrong, it's the world!"

However, this is just an excuse after all.

The weight of sin will not be lightened by excuses, and all forgiveness and redemption are based on punishment!

—and that day is not far away.

Chapter 392: The Silver-haired Devil of Gemini

In the silent night, the brilliance of the crescent moon sprinkled a layer of tulle on the majestic city walls of the imperial capital, giving off a hazy white light that looked extraordinarily beautiful.

And under this beautiful night sky, two slender and mysterious figures are sitting on the edge of the city wall, their calves wrapped in white stockings are swinging outside the wall, they are obviously tens of meters high below, but they are not afraid at all means.

They...they?

The two have almost the same appearance, with silver hair and blue eyes, exquisite facial features and delicate faces. Although they look only about fourteen or fifteen years old, they have a coquettish charm that does not match their age, as if sent by the gods to test Like a human succubus, it seems that even the breath has the color of roses.

The only difference is the hairstyle and clothing.

One has waist-length long hair, which glows soft silver under the moonlight, and is more delicate and beautiful than any clothing made of any material in the world. The clothes on her body are closer to the style of a princess dress, and the main tone is black.

The other person was also wearing black clothes, but it was a neat and handsome little suit, with short ear-length hair clinging to his face, making his boyish appearance even more cute.

However, although the two are dressed as men and women, it is difficult to determine their gender at a glance. Because of their beautiful appearance, they are attractive beyond gender, just like angels in the religious sense, full of neutral beauty.

It is strange to say that the posture and movements of the two are so obvious, but the soldiers patrolling back and forth on the city wall turned a blind eye to it, as if there was no one there.

"My lord, do you feel it?" The young man said in a childish voice.

"That demon... Diego's aura has disappeared."

"Yeah, I feel it too, brother." The girl in the princess dress responded with a smile.