No matter the ends of the earth, the moon is the same moon.

The moonlight shines from the Apocalypse Kingdom to the Blue Empire, passing through the glass and window lattices.

This is Ye Mingyu's study room.

All kinds of ancient scrolls or paper books are on all sides.

Beiyao maple leaves sit in front of the table in the middle of the sea of ​​books.

She supported her chin with her left hand and silently flipped through a stack of files.

Although Ye Mingyu always believes that it is more appropriate to save these things into electronic versions, Beiyao Maple Leaf still finds paper reading more comfortable.

The voice of the saint came from outside the study:

"Beiyao, don't you take a shower?"

"I just washed it, thank you." She replied casually, focusing on the file in front of her.

The saint walked in from outside the door in her nightgown.

With a towel around her neck, she saw the book in Bei Yao Fengye's hand, and bent down and leaned forward:

"What are you studying this for the history of human-demon war? I know, it's because of Satan."

"Did you know again?"

"I am also the first saint of the Blue Empire after all, and I still have the ability to look at people, and, well, I'm worried about the same thing."

What exactly is it?

That's the only one...

It is the relationship between Satan and Ye Mingyu.

Those in the authorities are confused, while those onlookers are clear.

Beiyao Fengye heard that Satan was launching an army to search Ye Mingyu, and he felt something was wrong.

"I think that devil is a stingy."

"What a coincidence, I think so too."

The Saint and Maple Leaf reached a consensus.

The synesthesia between women can almost be explained by supernatural events. Although it is an inference without evidence, it has obtained the correct answer.

The saint walked to the window and pulled the curtain halfway.

Then she leaned against the curtain, her eyes drooping:

"But what happened to that Satan? She and Mingyu should have a grudge."

"According to the records in the file, it seems that this is the case. The last brave man stabbed the holy sword into the heart of the devil. For a long time, both sides disappeared."

"But that sword didn't kill the Demon King."

"What did it kill?"

Hearing this sentence, the saint was stunned.

She seemed to see lightning flashing through the window, and the sky was suddenly bright.

But after returning to his senses, he found that there was no lightning, the sky was still dark, and the clouds covered the moonlight.

"What did it kill?" the saint murmured to herself.

......

What the Holy Sword killed doesn't matter.

People who think randomly are always others.

At least for Satan, those are trivial matters.

People, live in the present!

The most important thing now is-

Holding hands with Ye Mingyu again!

Hold hands-on-

Hold hands--

Ouye, Satan's victory!

The devil king, who appears to be majestic, is now full of such happy things in his mind.

On the top of the head, three small red flowers bloom with the naked eye.

Really three flowers gather together!

She had fantasized about the feeling of holding hands with Ye Mingyu many times.

It's obviously just the simplest physical contact.

And for those who are more open, it doesn't matter at all.

But if you really like someone.

The moment when the two hands are held together, it is like a traveler wandering thousands of miles back to his hometown, and an indescribable sense of peace in his heart.

Maybe I came to the world for this moment and lived to this day-

Even the above thoughts emerged.

In Satan's original concept.

Holding hands is such a romantic thing.

But after doing it, I realized that it was a hundred times more romantic than I thought!

I believe in the first time I hold hands.

Every girl feels this way!

(Of course this is just a delusion when Satan girl's hearts are flooded, and reality is actually very cruel.)

(Bei Yao Fengye and Ye Mingyu never felt this way when they held hands, because in her eyes, they were not worth mentioning. All the goals were to get started with bed.)

Groups of ghost dragons crawled on the ground.

"There are a lot of numbers, this is a difficult version of Resident Evil."

Unfortunately, Ye Mingyu did not use weak bullets.

He summoned the projection of Medusa's servant.

The moment the snake-haired banshee opened her eyes, she turned a piece of ghost dragon into a sculpture.

Unfortunately, more ghost dragons rushed up the next second, tearing Medusa's servant into a dot of light and repatriated him to another space.

But the problem is not big.

Ye Mingyu threw out a large area of ​​aoe without any money, clearing the enemy's blood bars.

"There are many and the blood is thick. I'm trying to waste me to death."

Ghosts and dragons are endless.

But Ye Mingyu's magic is also endless.

Throw the spell out without hesitation.

The wind and thunder splash, and the magic circles are chained between the sky and the earth. It is more like a gorgeous performance than fighting, and the hexagrams leave marks everywhere.

He pulled Satan through the hexagram.

"I said, you can't be a vase, don't be stunned, at least do something."

Ye Mingyu glanced at Satan behind him.

Of course he recognized the other party's identity, so he reminded her to do something.

Satan hesitated for a few seconds.

Of course she could take action. As the arrogant Demon King, she would definitely not feel comfortable being called a vase.?

but......

It feels so great to be protected!

Satan's conscience ultimately defeated the love brain.

The runes of dragon language magic spiraled, and the dragon's breath rolled from the end of the street, as wild as thousands of horses galloping, trampling on everything in the world.

Clear the market in a short time.

"Is that OK?" Satan blinked.

To prevent misunderstandings, please explain in advance:

It’s not that you want to be praised for making such a cute expression.
To be continued...