Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

She yelled, and the villagers became more and more awed of the Dragon King in the turbulent river.

Only the girl in the bride's wedding dress gave out a cry of despair from her throat, and lay on the ground as if she had given up the struggle.

After the ceremony, she asked the villagers to lift up the girl and put her on a bamboo raft. As soon as the raft entered the water, she was knocked over by the waves, and the girl was also involved in the river, and there was no trace of her.

The carriage was driving at the bottom of the river, and the muddy water was blocked outside.

"Why don't you let me save her?" Rong Shen asked curiously with his head on his side.

Cheng Xiu holds his head in one hand and curls the broken hair on the side of her face in the other. In his voice, he is lazy. "I can save people, but I don't want to turn a person's life around."

It's really no problem for Rong Shen to say this. Rong Shen's heart is cold and thin. He doesn't mind his own business and can't do anything to save the world.

But it's strange for Cheng Xiu.

Rong Shen's attention has been on him. He didn't miss the coolness of his eyes when he said this sentence, which is different from Cheng Xiu before.

"Cheng Xiu." Let deep in the heart a tight, subconsciously called him a.

"Well?" Cheng Xiu answered with a clear smile on his lips. His eyes were as soft as usual, but he didn't know why. He felt uneasy at the bottom of his heart.

"I don't know what happened to Erdong. Maybe she knows something about your current situation." Rong Shen muttered. As soon as his eyes brightened, he immediately invited a kid to send a message to ER Dong.

Cheng Xiu looked at her actions and said nothing.

Rongshen looks into the muddy river again. She leans lazily against Cheng Xiu and asks, "what do you think is in the river?"

"False dragon." Cheng Xiu half closed his eyes, and the sleepiness in his voice became heavier and heavier.

When Rongshen looked at him, he opened his eyes slightly, held her waist, chin against her shoulder socket, and only had time to say: "sleep."

Cheng Xiu's breathing will be stable.

Rongshen frowns slightly, and her worry is all on her face. She holds Cheng xiukou's hand around her waist. Knowing that there will be no result, she explores his body carefully again.

When she still doesn't find anything wrong, Rongshen opens her eyes and purses her lips to look at Cheng Xiu. A moment later, she closes her eyes again, but the black flame comes out of the middle of her eyebrows and finally penetrates into the middle of Cheng Xiu's eyebrows.

Rong Shen also thought about whether something had happened to Cheng Xiu's yuan Shen. But it was strange that every time she tried to get close to Cheng Xiu's yuan Shen, there was always a layer of miasma. She couldn't see anything. She just thought that the miasma was very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

The water around the carriage was turbulent. Deep in the muddy water, a pair of red eyes, like lanterns, were staring at the carriage, full of resentment.

A girl in a red wedding dress is floating in the river. Her eyes are closed tightly. Her heart disappears with a blood hole in her chest. Her limbs are tied with an iron chain. The other end of the iron chain is hidden in the mud at the bottom of the river.

Since the sacrifice to the God of the river, the flood has receded, and people in the nearby villages have lived a stable life, but the river is still muddy and roaring.

But the wizard said that the river god had accepted the sacrifice. As long as he was devout, nothing would happen.