Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"What is Cheng Xiu talking about?"

Song Yue asked curiously.

Rongshen slightly pursed his lips and looked at Cheng Xiu. He didn't speak. When Cheng Xiu straightened up, he said, "I can't give her your heart anyway."

"Well." Let deep Yang lip smile, "do not give."

"Of course, it's impossible to exchange a heart. Please make another request." Song Yue also said on one side.

"No way." The man stood still and refused to think about it: "I only want her heart."

"What do you want my heart for?" Rong Shen is the first time to meet someone who wants his heart so much. Of course, she didn't take out her heart before. She looks at the masked man with great interest and is curious about the other person's answer.

But the masked man was silent for a while and said, "help me."

"To trade my life for someone else's?" Rong Shen picks his eyebrows. "Do you think I'll agree?"

After asking, the smile on her face has become careless, but the anger in her eyes has a sharp surge in a moment.

"It's just a little memory. Don't worry about it." With that, she pulled Cheng Xiu's sleeve and turned to leave.

However, Cheng Xiu stood still.

"Really can't rob?" Cheng Xiu asked again.

I don't know if it's Rong Shen's illusion. I always feel that when Cheng Xiu says this, his eyes are bright and shining.

This time, Cheng Xiu didn't lower his voice, so Rong Shen not only heard what he said, but also the man with the lantern, including song Yue.

Song Yue looked at Rong Shen and Cheng Xiu. He opened his lips and his face was unbelievable.

"Cheng Xiu, you..."

"Well?" Rong Shenwei squints his eyes and looks at him. Song Yue swallows his words and doesn't dare to say it.

"It's OK not to give me a heart." Said the masked man suddenly.

The mask person's words immediately attracted the eyes of Rong Shen and others to her.

"To change the terms?" Rong Shen asked.

The masked man nodded.

"You said Rong Shen pursed his lips slightly.

The masked man pauses, throws the black stone in his palm into the lantern, and looks at the scene with an unchanged look.

The masked man uses his free right hand to stick in from above the lantern.

The red lantern, which looks like a slap in the face, suddenly becomes very soft. The mask man's hand goes in and the lantern twists and changes until the mask man slowly takes out a picture from the lantern.

Let deep pupil ruthlessly shrink.

"Where do you come from?" Rong Shen asked in a dumb voice.

And Cheng Xiu on her side, her eyes also sank.

Even song Yue's eyes changed.

"In exchange." The masked man said indifferently. She shook her hand and unfolded the painting directly in front of Rong Shen.

On the scroll, there is a scene of soldiers approaching the city. Thousands of iron cavalry are approaching the city wall. On the wall, a man in a Golden Dragon Robe is holding an old woman in his hand. The old woman only draws a back figure, which should be looking at the emperor who is about to die.

The emperor's face is distorted. Most of the soldiers under him can't see clearly. Only the general has a clear face, and the emotion in his eyes seems to be penetrating from the painting.

"I want you to come in and save a man." The masked man's voice suddenly became hoarse again.

I saw the white knuckles of her fingers holding tightly.

Rong Shen was silent and didn't speak. Song Yue opened his lips and didn't know why he closed his mouth again.

The last person to speak first was Cheng Xiu.