Chapter: 1347
The great sage of love epilepsy bowed and resigned.
When he returned to the stairs, the sound of light footsteps became farther and farther away until they disappeared. Palace Mistress Zhisha looked at the night scene and said suddenly:
"He has been promoted to a saint."
From the dark stairway, there was a lazy laugh:
"I know, it shows that our plan is on track."
The Master of the Killing Palace supported the edge of the roof with both hands, still did not look back, and muttered to himself:
"I often wonder if it's the right choice to give him the role of the Demon Lord. Maybe he can live a happier and more relaxed life."
The voice at the top of the stairs put away the lazy smile, and said in an extremely serious tone:
"The devil's opportunity, only he can digest, he is a natural night wandering god, he inherited his father's talent."
"But it is also possible to repeat the mistakes of his father." The owner of the Palace of Killing said in a low voice.
"What's wrong with you today?" the voice said in a deep voice.
The master of the killing palace did not answer.
After a short silence, the voice said:
"Using your mind power as the needle and your own soul as the thread, you sewed up his mutilated spirit body, but this is only a stopgap measure. If he doesn't inherit the role card of the Demon Lord, he can't survive. This is his destiny.
"In order to save him, your soul was damaged, your temperament changed drastically, and you fell from dominator to saint. You finally recovered some of your strength. You have done so much for him, but now you feel that you should give him a stable life?"
The Master of the Killing Palace said softly:
"I just feel that he has grown up suddenly. Perhaps, it doesn't have to be me who is by his side."
"Put away your stupid thoughts." The voice from the stairs said:
"When he inherits everything from the Demon Lord, the prophecy of the Bright Compass will be fulfilled. The days of peace will not last long. In the war of camps, there will be only life and death, and there will be no coexistence. He has no way out, and neither do we."
"I see," Palace Mistress Zhisha waved her bullying Shuang Shengxue's wrist, and said, "Get lost!"
There was no sound from the pitch-black stairway.
The next day, Zhang Yuanqing woke up with a yawn, happily took out his mobile phone, and planned to send Guan Ya a morning greeting message.
But when he opened the chat software, the first thing he saw was Bai Yi Shengxue's profile picture and an unread message:
"Come to Fujia Bay!"
Fu Qingyang is calling him.
The centurion finished his rest? Zhang Yuanqing silently exited the chat software, logged into the official forum, and checked the forum posts.
Well, I haven't seen Yuan Ting's revelation.
Not a big problem!
He put on his clothes in a good mood.
In the morning, the weather was overcast. JrNovels.com
When he returned to the stairs, the sound of light footsteps became farther and farther away until they disappeared. Palace Mistress Zhisha looked at the night scene and said suddenly:
"He has been promoted to a saint."
From the dark stairway, there was a lazy laugh:
"I know, it shows that our plan is on track."
The Master of the Killing Palace supported the edge of the roof with both hands, still did not look back, and muttered to himself:
"I often wonder if it's the right choice to give him the role of the Demon Lord. Maybe he can live a happier and more relaxed life."
The voice at the top of the stairs put away the lazy smile, and said in an extremely serious tone:
"The devil's opportunity, only he can digest, he is a natural night wandering god, he inherited his father's talent."
"But it is also possible to repeat the mistakes of his father." The owner of the Palace of Killing said in a low voice.
"What's wrong with you today?" the voice said in a deep voice.
The master of the killing palace did not answer.
After a short silence, the voice said:
"Using your mind power as the needle and your own soul as the thread, you sewed up his mutilated spirit body, but this is only a stopgap measure. If he doesn't inherit the role card of the Demon Lord, he can't survive. This is his destiny.
"In order to save him, your soul was damaged, your temperament changed drastically, and you fell from dominator to saint. You finally recovered some of your strength. You have done so much for him, but now you feel that you should give him a stable life?"
The Master of the Killing Palace said softly:
"I just feel that he has grown up suddenly. Perhaps, it doesn't have to be me who is by his side."
"Put away your stupid thoughts." The voice from the stairs said:
"When he inherits everything from the Demon Lord, the prophecy of the Bright Compass will be fulfilled. The days of peace will not last long. In the war of camps, there will be only life and death, and there will be no coexistence. He has no way out, and neither do we."
"I see," Palace Mistress Zhisha waved her bullying Shuang Shengxue's wrist, and said, "Get lost!"
There was no sound from the pitch-black stairway.
The next day, Zhang Yuanqing woke up with a yawn, happily took out his mobile phone, and planned to send Guan Ya a morning greeting message.
But when he opened the chat software, the first thing he saw was Bai Yi Shengxue's profile picture and an unread message:
"Come to Fujia Bay!"
Fu Qingyang is calling him.
The centurion finished his rest? Zhang Yuanqing silently exited the chat software, logged into the official forum, and checked the forum posts.
Well, I haven't seen Yuan Ting's revelation.
Not a big problem!
He put on his clothes in a good mood.
In the morning, the weather was overcast. JrNovels.com
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