He and It

"Soul?" Xie Tanzai stared at him carefully, his eyes were red, "Yes, indeed, you are still in the state of a soul, so who poured the magic into you? Angel of Light, Death Star, or someone from their camp which one?"

Oh, it's different from talking to someone who knows how. Yu Mengzhou scratched his head and chuckled: "It's a weaver, I asked him for help!"

Gao Er watched from the side, and intentionally or unintentionally pulled Yu Mengzhou from Xie Yan's arms, "Okay, don't hug him so tightly. Let him sit down first, and he will tell you slowly..."

"Go away!" Xie Yan hissed at him and continued to cling to the human stubbornly. "I don't need to hear any stories. The most important thing is that he is back!"

Xie Yan pressed against him tightly, hugging each other for a long time before he managed to calm down and asked Yu Mengzhou: "So, what do you want to do when you come here this time?"

Even though he had a premonition in his heart, he still asked. He needed Yu Mengzhou's personal answer.

"I want to see Falke," Yu Mengzhou said bluntly, "I want to see how he is doing now."

Xiantian tightened his lips and did not reply immediately.

Looking at his expression, Yu Mengzhou asked, "Is it inconvenient?"

"...No, as long as it is your wish." The prince who took charge of the palace shook his head, "Follow me. Gao Er, cover him well."

"Yeah, of course I understand."

Following the pace of the blasphemous tongue, they passed through the dark and deep halls, through the corridors with sharp architectural styles, through the sculpture-like silent demon guards, and through the taciturn maids who floated silently like ghosts. Xie Tan stepped on the thick black carpet, entered the overlapping secret rooms, and quietly opened a dark window.

Come on, be gentle, he gestured, and be sure not to make a sound.

Yu Mengzhou was speechless and just nodded.

He took a closer look and was stunned.

Through this beautifully crafted window, what he saw was Falce's sleeping quarters.

The candlelight in the room was so dim that it couldn't even illuminate the lava-colored lines on the centaur's horns. Falce lay quietly in the center with his eyes closed, as silent as a cold rock sculpture.

He was wearing a crown, but Yu Mengzhou had never seen such an emperor before. Hundreds of years later, he was still wearing the sharp saddle that symbolized slaves, with many scars and cruel instruments applied to his body.

He is an emperor and a prisoner. Compared with a person in power, he lies in this incredibly large and desolate room, and it is more like he is enduring his sentence without end.

Chapter 93 Dark Sky Reserve (Twenty-eight)

After a long time, the young man did not move, let alone look away.

Why?

There is no doubt that Falce is punishing himself, and this punishment is by no means trivial, it is as cruel as suicide.

However, what kind of skills and charm do he have that are worthy of Falce's harsh and cruel punishment on him?

Is it love?

Angel Shine did say that the horses have a complex love for him, and he also regards the demon horses as family and friends. But can love alone push Falce to such an extreme point?

Or guilt?

However, the guilt is still untenable. After all, it was not Falce's subjective consciousness that made him come down to have a one-on-one encounter with Angra. It was just the choice of hell, and the fault was not with the magic horse. Even if he was really wrong, it was just that the horses arrived a step too late and failed to save his life in time.

This is like when a doctor rushes to the scene of a car accident, but the injured person's condition is already beyond repair. Can this be said to be the full responsibility of the doctor?

For a moment, Yu Mengzhou was flustered and didn't know what to do.

In the face of heavy facts, any words are pale and futile embellishments and can only appear weak. He couldn't think of what to say or do.

He pulled away in panic, but then he felt that if he couldn't even accept Falce's pain, then what qualifications did he have to say forgiveness? Then he calmed down, and then looked carefully to judge the condition of the men and horses.

Xian Yan raised his head, suddenly quickly and silently reached out his hand, and half-covered the dark window.

Someone was coming, and he made a gesture to Yu Mengzhou. If he opened it too wide, he would be discovered by the other party.

Sure enough, the next second he reached out, there was a soft sound from the door of his dormitory.

Falce's eyes opened indifferently, like two scarlet morning stars shining in the dark night. He straightened up his huge body, accompanied by the sharp sound of sharp blades. After a short rest, he was the emperor of the Demon Realm again. Yu Mengzhou saw that his facial features were sharp, half dancing in the dim candlelight, and half silent in the thick darkness.

One behind the other, two men and horses came in.

The first horse's steps were graceful, quiet and precise. As he looked, his noble white hair was like the new snow covering the mountains, almost like Yu Mengzhou's innocent soul, emitting a shimmering light in the room. His fur is crimson, and his eyes are also impressively crimson. Even describing him as stunningly beautiful seems too perfunctory.

Yu Mengzhou immediately understood who he was.

Pilgrimage, the gentle demon horse of yesteryear that would stare at him with sad eyes.

Compared with Pilgrimage, the other horse could not help but behave a little more recklessly. His iron-black fur was as shiny as satin, and his pupils radiated a vigorous, wild and untamed light. The centaur opened its mouth, and sharp white fangs loomed between its lips.

Is it a military leader? Yu Mengzhou thought in his heart, the temperament is similar, the coat color is also similar...

"Chief, are you calling us? I'm almost bored to death by staying here every day!" The second man and horse spoke impulsively and carelessly, "When can the war start?"

Well, Yu Mengzhou nodded, yes, it was Jun Feng.

Pilgrim pursed his lips and smiled, but his eyes were very cold: "How did you get dragged back by the iron scepter last time? Have you forgotten? The more you lose, the more you have to fight. You are really indomitable. Only your spirit deserves praise."

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