This is tantamount to letting a tiger return to the mountains.
Demon Lord...
As a king, you should be aware that you should root out any signs that may pose a threat to you, right?
Bhagavan's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a mingling of many complex emotions in them, which made her confused and unable to understand...
The young man turned into a puff of black smoke and left with hatred. The rest of the demons who gradually woke up felt the terrifying and powerful demonic energy of the Demon Lord and knelt on the ground trembling in fear. When they realized that the Demon Lord had no intention of punishing them, they quickly disappeared.
For a moment, only the Demon Lord and Shen Wuyou were left in the entire Demon Palace.
Empty, cold and desolate...
For some reason, Shen Wuyou suddenly felt that the tall man in front of him seemed to have a bent back, and he looked much older and more decadent.
The increasingly thick silence and dead air gradually filled the air, and the air seemed to be growing more lonely and sad...
When Bhagavan was in a state of dejection and loss of consciousness, he suddenly felt a tug on his sleeve.
He slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the slender little hand protruding from his sleeve, gently shaking the corner of his clothes.
Looking in the direction he looked, he saw the owner of the blood-stained little hand looking at him with concern. There was still a lingering mist in her beautiful black eyes, and her dark eyebrows seemed to be frowned, like drizzling rain, mixed with traces of sadness.
The blood-stained lips opened and closed, and the sound was soft and light, with a slight tremor, which made people feel pity and love:
"My lord...My lord, what's wrong with you?"
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