Chapter 146 The Agreement at Dusk (Twenty-Nine)

[Player Ning Zhou, complete the mission: the Demon King's sacrifice. The mission completion rate is 81%. Obtain special mission clues: Go to the Demon Realm.]

[Eliminate the Demon King of Killing, reward the number of survival days 200 days. Obtain one-third of the Demon King of Destruction, reward the number of survival days 100 days.]

[Countdown to data synchronization, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, synchronous completion.]

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Accompanied by the system's prompts, the entire fire lake in Purgatory burned a raging fire. In the flames that covered the sky and the sun, the soul of the killing demon king was burned to pieces in the roar.

Yuying wandered over the Fire Lake for a while and returned to his master's shoulder because the destructive power around him dared not act rashly.

Ning Zhou, standing on the cliff overlooking the Fire Lake, looked calm. A piece of demon crystal held in his palm was emitting powerful energy. The entire demon world was constantly providing power for him, which made this cleanup operation against the killing demon king extremely simple and funny.

The Dragon Ant Queen stood among the old subordinates of the Demon Destruction King, looking at Ning Zhou's back worriedly, feeling restless.

She is different from the old subordinates of other old demon kings. Perhaps she is the only one among everyone who really worrys about Ning Zhou.

Three days ago, Ning Zhou, who had returned from a never-ending home, suddenly came to the underground Ant City, saying that he wanted to eliminate the Killing Demon King sealed in the Fire Lake. Aya was very surprised. The Killing Demon King was originally one of the three Demon Kings, but when he was fighting for power with the Power Demon King, he was jointly suppressed by the two Demon Kings and had been sealed in the Fire Lake for several years.

Ning Zhou did not explain too much to her, but only said that it was because of a mission.

After he arrived at the underground ant city, the old subordinates of the old demon king also contacted the Dragon Ant Queen and sent one-third of the demon crystals that destroyed the Demon King, and informed that the remaining two pieces had fallen into the hands of the Demon King.

Ning Zhou knew very well that one third of them remained in the corpse of the old devil king in the holy city and was taken away by Su He, and the other third was dug up by the devil king of power from his heart.

There is such a demon crystal in his heart, which comes from his father.

The flames burning in the lake of fire made the smell of sulfur pungent and unpleasant. Ning Zhou seemed to be unable to smell it, and quietly looked at the flames in the lake of fire.

At that time, he had just been exiled by Neverland to come here and fought with a group of demons, seriously injured. The original power of destruction surged out. He transformed into a demon dragon, with a sense of sorrow and despair, and was ready to die together.

The resurrected Qile people found him, flew down from the cliff, and hugged him gently.

This redemption on the edge of despair is like the light at the end of hell, giving him the courage to fight against everything.

"Your Majesty..." The desperate witch looked at the Demon King of Destruction who was standing on the cliff and was silent for a long time, and mustered up the courage to stand up.

The Demon King of Destruction turned his face, without hiding his disgust for the devil, and said coldly: "Get out."

The desperate witch buried her face in her cloak and retreated without saying a word.

The devil of disaster gave her a sympathetic look: if you spread a saint-like demon king, we will be finished again.

The desperate witch looked at the demon king's back with a world-weary look, and her heart felt numb.

After a long time, Aya walked up and asked in a low voice: "Do you have any plans?"

Ning Zhou was silent for a moment and said, "Rose, red."

Aya was stunned for a moment and replied quickly: "I'll send someone to pick it up."

Half an hour later, Ning Zhou, who was holding a bouquet of red roses, left alone and dismissed them all before leaving - if the look of indifference and disgust as if he was going to kill someone did mean this.

The devil of disaster chewed his fingers and complained: "Long live, he is gone! He doesn't want to see us, but we don't want to see him, so why don't we let each other be free?"

The desperate witch said coldly: "Remember the power of your surrender."

The devil of disaster hugged his head: "I would rather face a crazy old demon than face a new demon who is still awake! What about the emptiness and resentment? Wouldn't they come to take over the shift?"

"They are tutoring the sects and come here in a few days." said the Desperate Witch.

The devil of disaster became more and more desperate: "I suspect that His Majesty is preparing to take over the demon world and then kill us all!"

The Dragon Ant Queen sneered, as if she thought the scene was funny.

Just like this, the Demon World turned upside down. Aya thought silently that she didn't care what the Demon World would become, but she really hoped that they could be fine.

When Qi Leren wakes up, she must go and see him.

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On the seventh sleepless night, Ning Zhou stayed in his own field, quietly waiting for Qi Leren to wake up.

In this newly generated field, there are large volcanoes that are constantly erupting, as if they are alluding to the uneasiness of the new demon king, but there is a small and eye-catching green world among these red magma rivers.

A small garden bloomed on the grass field. In the center of the garden is an old tree broken by lightning. In this tomb covered with blue and white petals and grass clippings, a young man was asleep.

He slept so heavily that he had rotated seven times day and night, and the red roses waiting for him had gradually withered.

Ning Zhou didn't seem to know that he seemed to have infinite patience, and even secretly hoped that this would be fine, so he let him watch, wait, and look forward to it. Because his waiting will eventually come true, he will not be afraid of the long time.

Qi Leren is about to wake up.

Ning Zhou realized this and a completely different force appeared in his field, which was slowly nourishing this small green world. The sleeping Qi Leren began to breathe rapidly, his eyelashes trembled, and his throat made a vague sound.

It seemed as if it had been ten thousand years since Ning Zhou straightened his back and stared at him intently until he slowly opened his eyes.

Qi Leren opened his eyes.

This is really a long dream.

When he woke up, Qi Leren remembered nothing. He felt that he was on the soft bed at home, and he was welcomed by the arrival of dawn comfortably and peacefully.

But the moment he opened his eyes, the red sky above his head suddenly woke up.

He remembered the tragic war, the dead teacher and close friend, and the pain of loss returned to his soul again, like a ghost that could not go away.

"Ning Zhou?" Qi Leren instinctively called out the name, and the sound passing through his throat was as thick as it was rubbing on matte paper.

Where is Ning Zhou? Is he okay? The battle with the power demon is so dangerous, is he...

He heard a rustling sound from his ears, and a warm hand covered the back of his cold hand. The temperature made him feel that he was still alive.

Qi Leren tried to twist his stiff neck, but found that his body was out of control.

Ning Zhou bent down, and his joy bloomed in his sky-like eyes. He left a gentle kiss on his lips, telling him that he was next to him.

Qi Leren miraculously felt at ease.

Ning Zhou fed him water, then lay down beside him, gently patting his shoulder, as if comforting him.

The narrow tree tomb cannot accommodate two adult men. They are close together and leave almost no gaps. This intimacy makes both of them who almost feel safe.

Qi Leren finally had the strength to use his neck. He couldn't wait to turn his face towards Ning Zhou and looked at the blue eyes nostalgic.

Ning Zhou also looked at him, focused and gentle.

Qi Leren didn't know how long he had been watching him, maybe for so long in his life.

"My injury is healed? How to cure it?" Qi Leren felt incredible. Although it is not convenient for him to use his half-field, he is extremely lucky to survive. He shouldn't ask for more.

"I will take you to see the Pope's crown." Ning Zhou said.

Qi Leren was shocked: "When did it happen?"

"Seven days ago."

Qi Leren was silent. At this moment, he didn't even dare to mention the battle in the dusk land. He was afraid of knowing the result, whether it was victorious or failure.

He forced himself to cheer up and asked with a smile: "Then you won't just look at me these days, just eating and sleeping, right?"

Ning Zhou looked at him quietly and whispered: "No food, no sleep."

Qi Leren immediately understood what he didn't say: he was just looking at you.

Once he woke up alone in the Garden of the Holy Sepulchre. During those seven days, Ning Zhou was far away in the sky. This time, he chose to look at him. He stared gently and guarded him, not willing to miss him for a minute or a second. Perhaps he had prayed countless times to the god who had abandoned him but had abandoned him, praying for him to be safe, just as he prayed for Mary when he was young.

"Ning Zhou, I want to kiss you." Qi Leren said boldly.

So his lover gave him a gentle kiss.

This devil with the coldest original power has the softest lips, but the emotions filled his heart are even gentler than this lips.

It is so gentle that people finally dare to tear open the ulcerated wounds and express the pain.

Qi Leren leaned in Ning Zhou's arms and said the most unforgettable death in the battle, tears almost stopped. He talked about Chen Baiqi's departure, Xue Yingying's betrayal, Dr. Lu's sacrifice, Su He's deception, and the prophet's choice... Every word is vivid in the picture of purpose, and the memories of the joys soaked in the sunset in the past.

He remembered the smell of smoke that Chen Baiqi had smoked on the coast, the brave look of Xue Yingying, covered in blood, the smell of Dr. Lu's small cake, and the words of the prophet who sometimes became deep and sometimes jumped away. It was these small and trivial memories that made the pain at this moment even more cruel.

A person's life is constantly learning how to accept loss, but to this day, he still can't learn it.

Maybe one day in the future, he can face these deaths calmly, but he can't do it now.

Ning Zhou said nothing, he knew all of this, he kept in touch with the judge, and Si Lin had already told him the result of the battle, including the dazzling list of deaths. He said nothing, he would not show sadness in front of the demon, nor would he show his pain in front of his crying lover.

He just held the crying and trembling Qileren, gently patted his back, leaving one comforting kiss after another on his forehead, telling him this great and difficult victory and telling him everything will be fine.

And he himself endured silently, waiting for the wounds on his body and soul to slowly heal.

Qi Leren was extremely tired. Although he had just woken up, his body, which had been severely damaged by the demon's power, did not fully recover. He quickly felt tired and drowsy.

Ning Zhou felt it from his heartbeat and breathing. He slowed down the rhythm of his slap and waited patiently for him to fall asleep.

Until he fell asleep, he thought to himself, at least until he fell asleep.

"Ningzhou."

"Yeah, I'm here."

Qi Leren curled up in his arms and spread his hands. In the palm of his hand was a small crystal of life, which belonged to Ning Zhou. It was completely broken. When Ning Zhou was seriously injured and sank into the sea of ​​bones, luckily, Ning Zhou did not die.

"Luckily you are still there."
To be continued...