The rustling west wind blows the heavy curtains with the unique chill at night, and the ancient palace of Hades is hidden in the deep halo of the long night, holding red candles and lanterns, dim and ever-bright.

The sky, which originally had sporadic glows outside the window, suddenly darkened, and the night sky was covered with thick clouds. Taking advantage of the wind, which was rushing through the chaotic sky, gusts of wind blew the dust and dead leaves swirling around, flying all over the ground, and the air was full of desolation.

It carries the unique humid smell of a heavy rainstorm.

Tomorrow is the day when the great gift will be given. Unfortunately, God is not kind to me. The night before the canonization of Feng Jun, there will probably be a heavy rain.

It was getting dark very quickly, but the Hades King's City, which stood boldly on the blue waves, was gradually obscured by a thick twilight mist. Behind the sky of black clouds, there were flashes of lightning and thunder, and the sky was as dull as a curtain.

The giant drum beats!

A heavy rain came at a moment's notice.

Rain poured down from the sky, and thousands of water arrows penetrated the world, turning the twilight sky and earth into a miserable rain.

When heavy rain comes, everything is silent.

It was midnight, and the half-closed window lattice revealed the coolness of the night rain.

Demon Lord A'luo stood in front of the window, wearing a thin nightgown. His long green hair was all soft and hanging on the front of his left shoulder. His slender green silk hair flowed down in front of him like running water. There was a faint blush on the corners of his lower eyes.

Under the illumination of lamps and candles, he is both demonic and lustful.

She held a piece of freshly opened letter in her hand, her expression strong and thoughtful.

"Crash!"

Outside the window, the red wedding paper blown down by the night rain and wind was curled up on the wall and fell into the world hit by the heavy rain, turning into mud with water.

A'luo looked at the bleak and silent scene outside the window, her dark and bright eyes seemed to be stained with a layer of silent sadness.

"Your Majesty, Lord Sichen River is outside asking for an audience."

At this time, the voice of the chambermaid sounded from the side, interrupting Demon Lord Aluo's eyes and thoughts.

She looked back at the pretty female officer beside her, with an expression that seemed both unexpected and pleasant: "You said he took the initiative to ask for an audience?"

Listening to the voice, there seemed to be a hint of disbelief.

Tomorrow is the wedding day, and she knows that he must be unwilling to arrange it for her. Since the last time they said goodbye to each other in the Ning Pavilion of the Underworld, she has been taught a hard lesson and has restrained her temper. She has not dared to take the initiative to find him.

he.

Therefore, the two of them have not been able to see each other for more than ten days.

A'luo never dreamed that he would take the initiative to see her on the eve of her wedding. The desolate look on her face suddenly disappeared, her brows and eyes were covered with a layer of gleaming look, and her nervous voice had a hint of urging.

Meaning: "Quickly pass him in."

The maid looked a little hesitant: "This... Your Majesty, please forgive me for talking too much. Tomorrow is your wedding day to Lord Si Chen. According to etiquette and law, before the ceremony is completed... Feng Jun, isn't it?

You can see His Majesty."

She spoke with trepidation, fearing that her words would offend the devil.

But that sound from Feng Jun really pleased A'luo. She smiled without caring and said, "It's okay. It's raining heavily outside. Go and call him in quickly."

Seeing her persistence, the female officer stopped talking, bowed her head, and left the palace to summon her.

Heavy rain washed the city and the wind was wild.

Even though he held a glazed umbrella while walking along the corridor, Bai Lian was inevitably soaked by the slanting wind and fierce rain.

The quiet and blazing Hades Hall has a thirty-six-curtain lamp wall, and the walls are painted with landscapes, ladies, and apricot blossom branches. Unlike the miserable night rain outside the window, earth dragons are burning in the house, and soft and precious snow blankets are spread.

Balian's foot had just stepped over the high doorstep, his movements were suspended in mid-air, his eyes lightly swept on the ground, and the foot he had lifted out was taken back very politely.

Outside the palace door, he took off his wet boots, rolled up his trousers, wiped the rain off his feet, and then stepped onto the doorstep again and entered the devil's palace.

The carpets spread in the Hades Hall are extremely thick, soft and comfortable, and stepping on them is like landing on a soft cloud.

Although he was soaked to the skin and still had the cold feeling of spring rain on his body, Bailian's clothes were neat and his hair was neat. Except for not wearing boots and socks, there was no trace of immorality in his body from beginning to end.

But A'luo just looked at the pair of pale and clean feet covered in thick snow-white velvet. For some reason, his heartbeat was so fast that he felt panicked, and the healed scar on his body was also slightly hot.

reaction comes.

Balian frowned, noticing the strange look in her eyes. He raised his hand and closed the half-closed window, and the sound of rain outside fell silent.

With a quick glance, he noticed the gold-painted phoenix wedding dress neatly arranged on the king's couch.

Noticing Balian's gaze, the demon king's face turned red and he asked softly: "I ordered someone to send your dress three days ago. You really like the look."

Balian remained silent.

The Demon Lord was silent for a moment, then asked in a different way: "Have you tried on that dress? Does it fit?"

Balian looked away and said calmly: "Before making the dress, it is always tailor-made. You don't need to try it on to know that it will fit."

Hearing what he said, the Demon Lord's eyes darkened, and he stopped talking about the dress with him. He suddenly asked: "I haven't seen you for many days, and I haven't been able to see you in Chaomu Hall. I wonder if your injuries are better?

"

Balian was startled and didn't react: "What kind of injury?"

As soon as he finished asking, he saw His Majesty the Demon Lord blushing. After realizing what she was asking, Balian's face turned green: "Although you are the monarch who rules an entire world, you are still a girl.

How can he be so open-minded and able to ask any questions?"

Demon Lord Aluo lowered his head sadly: "I'm just worried about your health."

Balian laughed in anger, and lost his original sense of proportion in his words: "Don't you know whether I am in good health or not?"

He was willing to mean that all the injuries on his body were due to her, so asking these questions was a bit unnecessary.

Unexpectedly, His Majesty the Demon Lord, who lowered his head to peek at his feet, soon misunderstood what he said. His ears suddenly felt hot. He rubbed his slender and straight thighs without the Demon Lord's demeanor at all. Instead, he looked like a squirting.

It was an angry little daughter-in-law who groaned: "If I think about it carefully, you must be in excellent health, otherwise you wouldn't be in pain right now."

The corner of Balian's mouth twitched, as if he remembered some ridiculous past event, his eyes widened slightly, and he said: "You're a liar, it's been more than ten days, and all the injuries have been healed, how can you still feel this?"

pain."

Demon Lord Aluo raised his eyes and looked at him with some resentment: "I realized that I hurt you that day, and after you came back to take revenge, you would never call me your majesty again."

"You look so cunning, ruthless and unreasonable, you don't look like a devil at all."

A'luo smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't change your Majesty. I don't like hearing you call me so respectfully like those people."

Balian ignored the implications of her words, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and spread it out in front of A'luo. There was a cat drawn on the paper.

The smile on A'luo's face froze, and she subconsciously raised her hand to touch the piece of paper, but Bailian took two steps back and said, "I heard that you have been looking for this cat in the past few months?"

A'luo said anxiously: "Xiaobai has been away from home for a long time. Where have you seen him?"

Seeing her anxious expression, and thinking that it was Ning Feiyan who accidentally sent his 'cat' into the hands of the Demon Lord, he knew that Ning Feiyan must have had other intentions in the first place, and he imagined him as

That look.

Baili'an felt certain, and then said: "Not only have I seen this cat, I also know the whereabouts of this white cat. If you want to find this cat, why not make a deal with me."

Hearing the word "deal", Ah Rao's expression gradually turned cold. Although she likes to use people or things to coerce others, it doesn't mean that she likes to be coerced by others.

Let alone making a 'deal' with him.

Only those who don't trust each other will use the word "transaction" to get what they want from the other party.

If it had been the past, Ah Luo would have given him a hard time, but Bailian was good at hitting snakes within three inches.

This cat was so important to her that A'luo had no choice but to bend down, frowning calmly, and said in a cold voice: "Listen, even if it's you, I will never allow you to hurt Xiaobai or tell you

I can agree to any of your conditions as long as they are not excessive."

When he came to see her tonight, did he prepare such a big 'surprise' for her?

The heart that was so excited and surprised a moment ago has already sunk into the ice valley with the swaying candlelight.

Balian slowly put the drawing paper in his hand into the lampshade and burned it, and said: "Su Jing and that group of human monks have been detained by you for too long. Since you and I are going to hold a grand ceremony tomorrow, why not just open the Bridge of Crows and let them go?"

They return to the human world."

A'rao slowly narrowed his slender and sharp eyes, and the coldness in his eyes gradually deepened: "You threaten me like this, so it turns out that this is what you are paying attention to."

Balian looked into her eyes and said calmly: "Don't worry, I'm just saving a hand for myself. I won't turn my back on Su Jing and the others and run away just because you let Su Jing go. Now I'm with you."

In the Palace of the Underworld, in a few hours, it will be the day of the registration ceremony, and everything is done. Where else do you think I can escape?"

I thought that with the devil's suspicious heart, he would have to deal with it for a while longer, but who knew.

"Okay, I promise you." She felt extremely relieved that she deserved it.

A'rao's pupils were dim, and even the orange candlelight could not warm her eyes. She read his real name word by word, very seriously: "Bailian, you will never imagine how much Xiaobai means to me."

It's important, for it, I can compromise this time, I can give Su Jing and the others their freedom in exchange, but Xiaobai, I don't allow anyone to hurt him, including you."

Her deep eyes were like a deep sea tens of thousands of meters deep, with no bottom visible, as if hiding mysterious and distant unknown stories.

Looking at such an extreme and stubborn look, Balian was slightly moved. He stared hard and said, "Don't worry, I won't touch that cat."

A'rao put his hands behind his back, slowly closed his eyes and turned around: "I have two evil scales in my life. If others touch me, I will die. You are one of them, so there will be no next time."

The tassels swayed slightly, and the dim light of the candlelight illuminated her slender figure.

The word "Ni Lin" slightly touched Balian's heart. He could not imagine that he had such a heavy weight in her heart that he could bear the word "Ni Lin".
To be continued...