bookrandom Chapter 200: The Demon King vs. the Phoenix God in Trouble 7
Chapter 200: The Demon King vs. the Phoenix God in Trouble 7
"The Qingluan tribe's covenant of unity."
He bit through the delicate flesh on her neck, and the demonic energy wrapped in spiritual energy blended between his teeth.
"Goddess Qingluan, the Heart-to-Heart Contract is the secret technique of your Qingluan clan to choose a Taoist partner. It is a contract of life and death. If you are separated, you will die. Can you use it on me?"
Chun Nianren stroked his wet hair with her fingertips, and her tone was so gentle that it sounded like she was saying love words.
"Shen Chenzhou, why was the Heart Contract successfully concluded..."
Among the thousands of red lines, isn’t this what his heart desires?
The unfinished words were swallowed by the thin lips that suddenly closed.
Shen Chenzhou held her neck with an almost brutal force, but he used the lotus spiritual energy to gently wrap around her meridians.
The Chunnian people opened their eyes wide in the suffocating dizziness and saw countless fireflies gathering into a vortex above their heads and flowing out of the valley.
Silver bells rang between the ankles.
The next morning, Shen Chenzhou leaned on the jade couch, his scarlet brocade robe loosely draped over him.
There was a faint blue-black tint under his eyes, and his voice was hoarser than usual.
"He Ting."
Deputy Envoy Heting walked out of the void and stood beside the couch with his head bowed.
"Tell me, what would you do if you knew that you would die at the hands of the same person in every lifetime?"
He Ting's expression was cold and his voice was ruthless when he heard this.
"Find him and kill him."
……
The moonlight in the demon world is cold and white, like poisoned glass, shining coldly on the eaves of Ruiyun Palace.
Chun Nianren walked barefoot across the cold floor tiles and stood in front of a secret door.
A very faint white light seeped out from the crack in the door, like a silk thread condensed from moonlight, guiding her forward.
The moment the fingertips touched the door knocker, the bronze animal head suddenly opened its scarlet eyes.
She released the pressure of her bloodline, and the beast head lowered its head meekly, and the door opened silently.
There were no lights or candles in the secret room, only a bronze mirror as tall as a person standing in the center.
The mirror frame was carved with an entangled phoenix and a magic vine. The vine pierced the phoenix's heart, while the bird's beak held the tender bud of the magic vine.
The mirror surface is not flat, but flows slowly like water waves, and the reflected figures also have ripple-like double images.
Chun Nianren stared at his blurry face in the mirror.
It is indeed the Mirror of the Past.
She reached out to touch it, and just as her fingertips touched the mirror, she was suddenly pulled back by some force.
"Wow!"
Chun Nianren staggered into the world in the mirror, but found that he was still standing in the same place.
Only the carvings on the mirror frame came alive, magic vines rustled and crawled all over the walls, and the clear cries of phoenixes exploded in the ears.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind me.
Shen Chenzhou's cold voice penetrated the fog.
"Who allowed you to come in?"
She frowned and turned around, only to see an empty secret room.
The sound was actually the remnant of an echo from a hundred years ago, which was now being re-projected by the mirror.
Shen Chenzhou, a young man in black clothes and black hair, stood in front of the mirror. His fingertips ran across the relief of the phoenix, and a drop of blood fell onto the mirror.
The mirror glowed faintly in the darkness, reflecting her beautiful face.
The moment the ripples spread, Chun Nian's reflection in the mirror was distorted, as if someone had stuck a finger into the calm water and shattered the image into pieces.
Countless fragments of images gushed out.
Chunnian saw everything.
In the darkness, she sneered and raised her hand. Suddenly, the Qianchen Mirror trembled violently, and thousands of screams came from the mirror.
Her voice was like a heavy sound from the ancient times.
"The Immortal Execution Platform? The Mirror of the Past? The work of the gods?"
The blood flowed along the feather patterns of the phoenix on the frame, and the mirror surface began to shatter.
"How dare you decide my fate?"
Midnight.
From deep within the Demon Palace came the crisp sound of porcelain colliding.
Shen Chenzhou walked back to Ruiyun Palace under the moonlight, where the silk curtains fluttered without wind.
Chun Nianren leaned over the white jade wine table, the corners of her eyes gradually turned rouge-colored, and her fingertips circled around the empty glass wine cup.
He looked at the slowly emerging scarlet figure with drunken eyes and stood up shakily.
"Shen Chenzhou..."
The cold ending melody swirled past, and when Chun Nianren stumbled into Shen Chenzhou's arms, she deliberately sprayed the smell of alcohol on his neck.
"This wine... is so bitter."
Shen Chenzhou's hand that was holding her waist paused, and the wine in the gilded wine jar suddenly rippled.
He smelled the faint scent of flowers in her hair.
He raised his hand and drank the remaining wine. When his Adam's apple rolled, her lips were already on his.
Chun Nianren's cold and fragrant tongue pried open his teeth.
Shen Chenzhou's hand around her waist suddenly tightened, and his other hand stroked the back of her neck.
"Is it enough?"
After the kiss, Shen Chenzhou wiped away the silver hair on her lips, and his eyes were frighteningly clear.
Chun Nianren had just gathered a little spiritual power on his fingertips, but the green light that had just appeared disappeared in an instant.
"It still doesn't work..."
After saying that, she collapsed into his arms.
Her long black hair cascaded down her arms, and the half of her neck that was exposed shone with a pearly luster in the moonlight.
After carrying her to the jade couch, Shen Chenzhou lowered his eyes, and pressed his fingertips, which were frost-like, against her hot forehead.
"hot……"
Drunk, she unconsciously moved towards the cold place, and the jade hairpin in her hair hooked onto the ribbon around his waist.
"Are you a little Taoist priest? Or..."
Shen Chenzhou's whole body was stiff.
Thunder exploded outside the window, making his profile look as pale as snow.
"you're drunk."
He reached out and pressed her sleeping point.
Chun Nianren suddenly pulled off her jade hairpin, turned over and pressed him down on the couch, her three thousand black hair hanging down like a tent.
She held his hand and tried to reach it towards her heart.
"I really died at your hands in every life? Then in this life..."
Bloody demonic patterns appeared in Shen Chenzhou's eyes.
He grabbed her slender waist, and the devilish energy turned into chains that imprisoned her in a small space.
"Do you want to kill me instead?"
The cold chain moved along Chun Nianren's back and finally wrapped around the bell at her ankle.
Chun Nianren bent down and bit his Adam's apple.
"Shen Chenzhou, let's die together."
The sharp pain woke Shen Chenzhou up. The person in his arms had already fallen asleep. Only his blood was stained on the corners of his lips, and a strange flower bloomed on his lips moistened by alcohol.
He stared for a long time, and suddenly laughed softly.
"I learned my lesson this time."