Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

In the middle of the night, on the top of Qiye Peak.

The moonlight was extraordinarily soft like water flowing down from the sky, and the red color fluttered slightly with the cold wind in the middle of the night, like an enchanting butterfly wing.

The soft light coated him with a layer of silver light, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, looking up at the endless starry sky, his eyes were full of tenderness.

At this time, he is not like the indifferent palace master of the Red Immortal Palace, he is no longer aloof, but more like a young man with feelings, even though he is no longer a teenager.

Exquisite eyebrows, eyelashes like two small fans, his pupils are like polished black agate soaked in the bottom of the lake, extremely bright and beautiful.

Such him, on the Seven Leaf Peak in the middle of the night, quietly remembering him.

I don't know what he is remembering, even he himself can't explain clearly, but there are countless pictures flashing in his mind, including him when he was a child, him when he was a teenager, and before a major turning point in his fate.

The smile on the corner of his mouth slowly faded, a hint of sadness shrouded his brows, and a sadness slowly poured out from his eyes, which was very faint, but it couldn't be ignored.

"Soul-Sealing Orb..."

Before meeting her, his only goal was the Soul-Sealing Orb, and only after he got the Soul-Sealing Orb could he be considered a real person.

However, having encountered so many things, the Soul Sealing Orb was no longer something he could get.

However, if there is no Soul Sealing Orb...

In fact, how much he wanted to hear her call his name...

Even if it's just once, just once is fine..

This man with a touch of melancholy under the moonlight has lost all his indifference, and now has a little more emotion and unspoken difficulties...

"Palace Master!"

The picture-like scene was broken, Hong Lian frowned slightly, and stood behind him.

"what happened?"

"How can the palace master persist in his obsession?"

He chuckled, the words sounded so familiar, he had said such words to Yuqin countless times.

"is it?"

Hong Lian frowned tightly, "She is not worthy of the Palace Master."

He chuckled and said nothing.

Recently, he is smiling more and more, but this smile has a hint of desolation, and a kind of sadness that seems to be absent.

The more he was like this, the more uncomfortable Hong Lian felt. He never thought that the Palace Mistress he respected and loved would fall in love with such a woman.

It's just so heartbroken that I can't extricate myself.

Hong Lian felt uncomfortable, really uncomfortable, he would rather see him who was indifferent and serious than him like this.

At this moment, in his eyes, the figure from behind under the moonlight was like the setting sun in the west, an indescribably lonely one.

"The most difficult thing to grasp in this world is love. It was the same in the past, and it is the same now. I always thought that I was cold-blooded, but I didn't wait for the heartbeat that belonged to me..."

"Why do you say that?" Hong Lian's voice raised in vain, which can be described as a roar.

He shook his head and sighed, "Maybe one day you will understand!"

"I don't need to understand! I just hope that you can be well! I only hope that you can—" Honglian's tears rolled down her cheeks, and slowly slid down her skirt.

He is not as great as Nalan Zhenyue. In his world, there is only the man who leads him to walk and teaches him to walk. He only hopes that he will be good for the rest of his life.

can be happy.

The night wind was very cool, and it poured in from the skirt of my clothes, making me feel very cold.