Chapter 526: The true identity of the Lord of Vatican City

The three-day Nine Realm Lords Conference passed quickly, and today is the last day.
Liang Yin is about to follow the Lord of Vatican City to return to Vatican City.
In the wind and snow, a transparent streamer silver butterfly fell into Liang Yin's hands, and disappeared in an instant.
The information that Yindie brought into her mind.
It was the butterfly demon who invited her to meet at the side hall.
Liang Yin tightened his neckline to prevent cold wind from entering, sighed lightly, and turned away.
If she goes this time, she is afraid that she will be taken away directly by the Butterfly Demon Society.
Across a long corridor, Liang Yin saw the tall man who had just walked out of the hall door.
The man still wore an ink-colored robe, and the ink-colored fox fur lacquer on his body was faintly shiny.
That face is always covered by a golden mask, making it difficult to see what expression is inside.
"The King." Liang Yin bowed respectfully.
"Let's go," Luo City Lord didn't say much, just dropped a faint sentence, and walked in the direction of the gate.
Liang Yin didn't leave a few parts, and a man's hurried shout suddenly came from behind him: "Wait a minute!"
Looking back, I saw the butterfly demon in the corridor rushing quickly.
The butterfly demon is still a crimson robe, with a big red fox fur, like a red flower in full bloom in the snow in winter, gentle and beautiful.
The assassin’s bewitching face, which was more beautiful than a woman, was full of anxiety: "You can't go!"
The Butterfly Demon ran to Liang Yin and wanted to grab Liang Yin's arm.
But at this moment, behind the butterfly monster, a woman's gentle and surprised voice suddenly sounded: "Brother Honglin...where are you going?"
Hearing the words, the butterfly demon was suddenly startled, his palms stiff in the air, he looked at the cool sound in front of him, a panic flashed under his eyes, his face turned pale.
"Brother Honglin?"
The footsteps of the woman behind him approached, and the Butterfly Monster finally lowered his eyes and retracted his palm.
The woman who stepped forward to hold the Butterfly Demon was not someone else, but the one Liang Yin had seen before, the woman who had been following the Butterfly Demon.
"Brother Honglin, why did you run out suddenly? Didn't you tell me to go back together?"
The woman looked at him softly, her smile looked sweet.
The butterfly demon lowered his eyes, and the emotions surging in his eyes were completely covered. He raised his head and took a deep look at Liang Yin, and said in disappointment:
"Nothing, let's go."
Liang Yin stared at the butterfly demon who was pulling the woman beside him and turning to leave, slightly stunned.
I don't know if it is an illusion, she just felt a little helpless in the deep glance of the butterfly demon?
Is it an illusion?
The Butterfly Demon is such a casual person, what else in this world can make him feel helpless?
"you like him?"
Behind him suddenly came the man's clear and indifferent voice, Liang Yin was taken aback for a moment, and he turned his head to meet the blood-colored pupils behind the golden mask.
The pupils are full of coldness, unhappy, there seems to be a trace of jealousy?
jealousy?
Liang Yin looked intently again, but found that the man's eyes were only cold, and his body was terribly cold.
"The king is joking. Although the demon spirit lord looks good, there are people in his subordinates that he likes."
The Lord of Vatican City has no waves, and his voice is still cold:
"What does that person look like? Can you compare to the lord of the Demon Spirit Realm?"
After so many days of getting along, Liang Yin seems to have become accustomed to the man's indifferent voice, without the restraint and vigilance of the previous conversation.
The red figure flashed in her mind, her mood was extremely complicated, she smiled relieved, half bright, and sad:
"The Lord of the Demon Spirit is not bad, but in my heart, the person I like has a peerless appearance, has power in the world, he spoils me, he has done too much for me..."
When the Lord of Vatican City heard the words, the eyes under the mask flashed slightly:
"Then if he one day does not have the power to overpower the world, and his appearance is no longer outstanding, would you still think that no one can compare to him?"
"What I like is him, his soul, his character, everything about him, good or bad."
Liang Yin curled his lips and looked up at the Lord of Vatican City with a smile: "When the king meets his beloved woman, he will understand."
The Lord of Vatican City turned around, not speaking.
The cool tone at the moment could not see the man's expression, nor did he notice the man's clenched fist under his sleeve, trembling slightly.
...
On the tower in the distance, a handsome man in a golden robe looked at the glazed carriage that was drifting away, feeling deep and sad.
"Yin'er...Why did we get to this point? We who were in the past, obviously have nothing to say."
The son of God stood on the top of the tower, and there was wind and snow falling on his long golden hair, and those golden eyes filled with nostalgia for the past.
Time can dilute everything, so that people can only remember the beauty of the past and forget the hideousness of the past.
But even if the bad past is buried by the long river of time, one day will still be remembered.
Just like the current son, since seeing Liang Yin is still alive, he seems to have overlooked who led people to encircle Jiuyou Demon Venerable three thousand years ago.
Thinking that Liang Yin can't remember the past, everything can start from the beginning.
But in this world, some things are not yours or yours. No matter how you struggle or force it, you will only get farther and farther away.
"My Lord God, the princess is ill again!" The rushing voice of the servants fighting and slamming sounded behind him.
The son of God frowned displeased, and did not leave the railing: "Did you give her medicine?"
"His Royal Highness overturned the medicine bowl and said that he would drink medicine unless the son of God came over."
Hearing this, the son of God has a handsome face like an immortal. The face is getting ugly...
Vatican City.
Liang Yin and the others returned earlier, and when they arrived at Vatican City, the sky had just darkened.
Liang Yin habitually sent the Lord of Vatican City into the main hall, and was about to close the door and go out.
As soon as her hand touched the earrings on the door, the man’s voice suddenly came from the hall:
"Close the door and come in."
Ok?
Liang Yin was taken aback for a moment, and quickly took the door and walked in.
I thought that City Lord Fanluo would have something to tell her to do, but did not expect that City Lord Fanluo just turned around and handed her a brocade box.
"There is a ten thousand year spar inside. The one-month deadline has come. You can go."
Liangyin subconsciously took the cold brocade box, and it took him a long time to react: "Shang, you mean this brocade box contains ten thousand years spar?"
Liang Yin never expected that the Lord of Vatican would be so trustworthy.
The brown brocade box with intricate patterns was opened, and a golden transparent spar lay quietly in the box.
"Thank you, thank you Lord Lord!" Liang Yin raised her head, looking at the Lord Vatican gratefully, his eyes flushed, and his emotions were hard to calm down.
"Let's go, the deity is tired." City Lord Fanluo turned around and stopped the urge to hug Liangyin into his arms for comfort.
"Sir, you rest early, I'm leaving."
When he finally got this thing, Liang Yin didn't think about it, he hurried out of the room and rushed to the master refiner's hotel.
The man standing in the hall felt the girl's footsteps. Disappeared completely, lowered his eyes, and silently took off the golden mask on his face
The moment the mask was removed, the man's ink-colored hair spread from the top of the head to the end of the hair and turned into silver.
The face that turned all beings upside down was so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes. The narrow and long peach eyes were still as beautiful and dazzling as they used to be.
It's just that some places are different. The rose demon under the corner of his eyes has now become the Manzhushahua mark.
The corners of the pink mouth in the past are now red as blood, and the skin that used to be ceramic is now pale as paper.　　 is like a vampire count in the Central European world, coquettish, glamorous, and curious.