Chapter 221: Devil's Wife

She looked up and found herself lying in the arms of the devil.
The devil was wearing a dark cloak, and his long hair was flying in the wind, and his body was enveloped in gloom.
On his face, there was a scary mask with a strange shape.
Only two thin blood-red lips and unfathomable dark eyes were revealed, and he couldn't see his true face.
Behind him, spread a pair of huge black wings.
The whole body exudes an evil and cold breath.
A strong sense of fear continued to hit her.
Only his embrace is hot.
His voice is low and cold, without a hint of temperature. However, the tone is very soft and can almost confuse people:
"Little princess, don't be sad, come with me!
Stay by my side, I will protect you and not let others bully you. "
"You are a devil, I don't want to go with you."
She shook her head and instinctively refused.
Immediately, he broke free from his arms and ran away a few steps.
She is a princess and will only be with the prince.
Even if the prince abandons her, she will not fall to the devil.
The devil sighed slightly, stood still, and said in a sad tone:
"Just because I'm a devil, hate me like that?
Even though, I have never done a thing to hurt you? "
She took another two steps back, staring at him with a guard:
"Since ancient times, righteous and evil have never been balanced.
The devil is the devil, always a terrible and evil existence.
I won't be friends with you, don't follow me. "
He was silent for a while, a wicked smile curled up at the corner of his lips.
Step by step towards her, the tone is low and hoarse.
"Well, since the princess doesn't want to go with me, then I have to force you away.
Please rest assured, the princess, I did not intend to be friends with you.
I will marry you and make you the wife of the devil. "
She shivered and waved her hands, trying to stop him from approaching, and growled in disgust:
"Go away! I would rather die than marry you!
It is a shame to marry you! "
The devil's thin lips pressed into a straight line, and he said nothing.
At this moment, a white figure suddenly floated to her.
Holding a long sword in his hand, Ouyang Tian stabbed her mercilessly.
When she came back to her senses and wanted to avoid it, it was too late.
At the moment of her death, a black figure rushed over and rolled her into her arms.
She looked intently, and it was the demon who was holding her again.
As a result, she was unscathed, and a sword was hit in the back of the devil, blood flowing like a shot.
"It turns out that the blood of the devil is also red!"
Ouyang Tian pulled out the sword forcefully, holding it in one hand, teasing with a complicated expression.
Bright red blood ticked down the tip of the sword.
She stretched out her white hand to cover the devil's wound, a trace of worry in her eyes.
He patted the back of her hand comfortingly, and whispered to her:
"I'm fine.
The devil is not afraid of bleeding and will not die. "
Only then did she relax, look back at Ouyang Tian, ​​and muttered:
"why?"
She didn't understand why the prince who had been in deep affection with her suddenly treated her like this.
On the contrary, it was the devil she hated the most. When she was in danger, she stepped forward in spite of the danger and saved her twice in a row.
Even if the prince forgets her, he won't kill her, right?
Ouyang Tian hugged the girl's waist, glanced at the devil and Zhao Donghan, his eyes were indifferent, "Because my fiance doesn't like you.
Your appearance caused grievances between me and her. Your being alive will make her feel uneasy. "
His unfamiliar eyes and unfeeling words made her feel cold.
The devil's breath was a little weak, but he still said in her ear in a gentle tone:
"Little princess, I'll take you away, okay?"
"it is good."
She nodded heavily, no longer hesitating.
He laughed heartily, holding her and flying into the sky.
She was afraid of heights and dared not look down. I had to close my eyes and hug his neck tightly.
The devil took her to fly for a while, and suddenly landed on the top of a mountain.
Putting her on the ground gently, he looked at her with nostalgia, as if nothing seemed enough:
"What should I do? I can't let you go!"
She did not understand what he said, and was about to ask, only to see bleeding from the corners of his lips.
The blood dripped more and more, unable to stop it, dripping on his black robe, and finally filled the ground.
Thin lips that became pale, leaned to her ear, and he asked her in a low voice.
Her breathing was stagnant, before he could answer, he dropped his arm
The narrow and beautiful eyes closed tightly together and never opened again.
"Liar! Didn't you say that the devil can't die?"
Her eyes widened, tears dripping down.
She didn't cry when she learned that the prince had forgotten her; when she was pushed down from the castle and stabbed with a sword by the prince, she did not cry when she thought she would die; but at this moment, she was crying.
She stretched out her trembling hand and took off his mask.
It was a face that was more handsome than the prince, but there was no blood, and it was painfully white.
It's him, Mu Yichen.
In her mind, the words he asked her before closing his eyes echoed—
Little princess, if I become a prince in the next life, will you like me?
"No, no!
If you die, no matter what you become, I hate you the most! "She shouted hoarsely, and finally held him in her arms, "Don't die, wake up, wake up...
Achen..."
She remembered that Mu Yichen liked to hear her calling him like this the most, right?
She called him like this, did he reluctant to die, reluctant to leave her?
At this moment, she could no longer distinguish the boundary between reality and dream.
I just feel that many emotions are entangled in my heart chaotically.
"Achen!"
Zhao Donghan exclaimed and suddenly sat up from the bed, with tears still hanging in the corner of his eyes.
She was stunned for a few seconds before she came back to her senses.
Looking around carefully, she was still lying on the big bed in Mu Yichen's bedroom.
The castle, the prince, the devil, the blood all over the ground, everything is gone.
Everything just before turned out to be a nightmare.
She breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the back of her hand, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Fortunately, this was a dream, Mu Yichen did not die, and Ouyang Tian did not have memory loss and new love.
So, where did Mu Yichen go?
The box on the ground was gone, and she was the only one left on the bed.
The residual warmth in his arms seemed to linger around her.
Glancing at the time on the phone, it has already exceeded the just-appointed hour.
With this sleep, she actually slept for more than two hours.
So, when the game is over, he left immediately?
She sat on the bed for a while, feeling a little lost.
Then it occurred to me that fortunately Mu Yichen was not in the room. Otherwise, she just called out his name in a hurry.
If asked by the man, it would be hard to explain what dream she had.
Speaking of that dream, the content is too strange.