Quick Travel: Samsara Boss and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Wife

Chapter 164: The Peerless Immortal King who criticizes the Demon Lord crazily (28)

Time is very tight.

For Lishi Chu, it is simply a matter of life and death, and every second counts.

Li Shichu quickly walked up the huge pedestal, and finally got closer and closer to the red-glowing gem.

His expression became very excited, his scarlet eyes widened, and the desire and greed in his eyes were clearly visible.

He stretched out a hand to touch the gem.

As we all know, as long as you come into contact with the gem, the gem will glow red and you will have control of the palace.

At this time, a sharp sword suddenly penetrated Li Shichu's palm.

The long sword whirled and returned to Bai Xin's hand.

"Ah——!" Li Shichu burst out with a huge wailing sound.

His wound was covered with a faint blue spiritual energy, and the wound could not heal at all. The blue spiritual energy broke into his spiritual veins and rushed wildly. Li Shichu's face was extremely pale.

Under the throne were demons who were extremely wary of Bai Xin. They took out their weapons and pointed them at Bai Xin.

"Is this how you treat my Queen?" Rong Yuan's voice sounded from the throne.

The demons looked at each other. Wasn't it Li Shichu who just came up?

Because the platform is very large and high, and you can only enter it at certain times.

So they didn't know what was going on up there, they just heard familiar voices.

Kneel down subconsciously.

It can be seen that Rong Yuan's influence on them has penetrated deep into their bones.

"Meet the Demon Lord and the Demon Queen!"

"Meet the Demon Lord and the Demon Queen!"

"Meet the Demon Lord and the Demon Queen!"

Do this three times, each time getting higher.

The sound of worship was overwhelming and majestic.

Spread throughout the entire royal city.

People who didn't know the reason even thought that Li Shichu had become the new Demon Lord, and they also knelt down and worshiped him.

"Get up." Rong Yuan and Bai Xin said at the same time, and then they looked at each other and smiled.

On the throne, Rong Yuan ended Li Shichu's life simply and neatly.

Win or lose, that's all.

Rong Yuan landed from the high platform and held Bai Xin's hand, "From now on, this is the devil queen of my palace."

"Yes!" the demons shouted in unison.

Rong Yuan felt satisfied when he heard it. It was indeed what he had asked his subordinates to train him for three years.

Much better than the unruly look before.

A cry of Baisui came from the sky, and everyone in the demon world looked up and saw Baisui flying into the palace and disappearing.

Suddenly Rong Yuan's breathing quickened a little, but soon returned to normal, but his expression became very cold.

Seeing Su Ying coming to pay her respects, she explained the subsequent events, and then took Bai Xin to teleport to the palace's bedroom.

Heavy and strange crimson and black intertwined to form the color palette of the entire palace.

Rong Yuan opened the barrier of the palace and took Bai Xin in, but he could no longer hold on.

The black lines on his body were fully visible, spreading from his collar to his chin, thin lips, nose, eyes, and forehead. The strange, dark lines made people shudder.

Bai Xin supported Rong Yuan and took him to the bed, then placed his forehead against Rong Yuan's and released his consciousness into Rong Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Rong Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness easily accepted Bai Xin's spiritual consciousness, so smoothly that Bai Xin couldn't help but be surprised.

Now Rong Yuan has lost consciousness, and it stands to reason that he does not remember to open his consciousness to him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Bai Xin's lips raised.

Know the sea.

The white consciousness wrapped around the black consciousness, stretched out his hand to pull it, and hugged it tightly...

Rong Yuan's face was pale, his lips were light-colored, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Finally, after some time, Rong Yuan finally regained his senses.

As soon as he woke up, he felt the weight in his arms and hugged him tightly, "Xinxin, Xinxin,..."

What Rong Yuan couldn't hear was that every time he called, Bai Xin responded.

I don't know how long it took, until the two of them were tired and fell asleep directly.

Rong Yuan vaguely felt as if he had had the same dream again.

But this time he looked at the scene in his memory from the perspective of a bystander.

It was snowing heavily.

He led the dirty child to an uninhabited dilapidated house.

He used the remaining thatch and firewood in the house to boil a pot of snow water.

He had a stern look on his face and just went about his business indifferently.

Why is it called indifference?

Probably because at that time, he had just escaped from the fate of being forced to participate in the plot.

So he didn't mean well, nor did he feel pity for the child.It was a very complicated emotion. He just felt that by doing this, he might be able to live like other people.

like a person.

You won’t be unable to do what you want to do, and you won’t be unable to save the people you want to save.

The snow water is boiling.

He poured hot water into a small broken basin he found, and melted some snow to adjust the temperature.

Then he took off the child's clothes, looked at the burns, scalds, and scratches from various sharp objects without changing his expression, and said, "Wash it yourself."

The child glanced at him timidly, then lowered his head and began to take a bath slowly.

He was skinny, with bruises all over his body, and not a single piece of good flesh.

The firewood pile was still steaming, and there was heavy snow outside.

"I ve done washing."

Rong Yuan then turned to look at the child and nodded casually.

"Ah."

"Can you cook?" Rong Yuan continued to stare at the falling snow outside the window and suddenly asked.

"Yes!" The child tried his best to look up at Rong Yuan.

"Then let's go cook." Rong Yuan threw a bag of ingredients to him.

The children carefully held the ingredients and went to make a fire to cook.

But Rong Yuan just stared at the falling snow outside the window and listened to the sound of snow falling.

"The meal is ready." A timid voice sounded.

"Eat."

Perhaps because he had been hungry for a long time, the child wolfed down the food and grabbed it with his hands. He said nothing and just ate the food with wooden chopsticks.

The food in his mouth had no taste, and Rong Yuan wasn't picky.

The child was stunned. When he saw Rong Yuan's movements, he picked up the chopsticks on the side and slowly imitated his movements.

There seems to be nothing special about the images in my memory.

For Rong Yuan, this child is easy to raise and does not need to be taught. He can learn by himself.

Rong Yuan easily took care of him, and he took care of him for seven or eight years.

The communication between them was pitiful, except for necessary dialogue, there was almost no sound.

The only thing he taught him over the years was literacy.

This is what children come to him to ask to learn.

Rong Yuan only taught some basics, and he taught himself the rest.

There is nothing outstanding in his memory. The only thing Rong Yuan remembers is probably the child's skill in cooking and his talent for never forgetting.

Other than that, he is no different from other children.

And he, like thousands of other people, is just a passer-by.

until one day.

The child who had grown into a teenager came back panting, his eyes shining brightly and said, "Please give me a name!"

"Have you thought about it?" Rong Yuan didn't care, but this was the first person to ask him to name him.

"Then call it Xin. The word Xin is bright and dazzling, symbolizing hope and rebirth. As for the surname, you can think of one yourself."

"How about the word Rong?"

"It's up to you." Rong Yuan's fingers paused while turning the book.