Chapter 641 Today is different from the past
Faced with the hostility of the saint, the demon lord just stood there, neither avoiding nor giving way.
It was not until the saint's white fingers approached his eyes that he suddenly tightened his grip.
The same chains that pierced through Xuanyuan Zhenren struggled out of the saint's body, dripping with blood, like several blood-sucking worms.
Ranran was so frightened that she couldn't help but retreat, but the blood belonging to the saint splashed out from the chains still splashed warmly on her face.
She saw the saint's body convulsing in pain, and finally bending down because she could not bear it, just like a branch bent by the snow.
Perhaps the snow was too heavy, and the branches could not bear it anymore, and the snow fell down.
As the demon lord's black cloak swept across the frosted grass, tiny ice crystals stuck to the fur trim, and snow particles were also stuck between the saint's falling hair, trembling slightly with the sound of the chains being pulled away from flesh and blood.
Ran Ran smelled the smell of rust mixed with the cool fragrance of plum blossoms. This strange combination reminded her of the smell of formalin mixed with disinfectant in the laboratory.
"You used the same methods you used against those people... on me?"
The saint arched her back and laughed, with drops of blood dripping from her chin into the snow.
As he slowly counted those dark red spots, his heart couldn't stop beating wildly.
The Demon Lord raised his hand to wipe away the ice from his sleeves. This action reminded Ranran of a doctor wiping a scalpel.
"The soul-locking chain that broke out of your heart should have been planted under your third rib." His boot soles ruthlessly crushed the snow, and the creaking sound was wrapped in a suppressed sigh. "You never follow the rules."
"If you keep struggling, you'll only feel more pain."
The Saint suddenly raised her hand and threw out three ice cones, but they turned into mist before they touched the Demon Lord's clothes. She sneered and said, "You use such means to deal with me, and you are still worried about whether I am hurt?"
"Yes, things are different now." The Demon Lord pointed out something. "I still remember when you were a child, curled up on the warm bed, and I used a silver knife to cut out the rotten flesh from your wound. At that time, outside the window lattice..." The Demon Lord stretched out his fingers to catch the falling snow, "The same fine snow was floating."
"Why are you pretending to be a kind father?" The saint raised her hand with pain and wiped the blood that covered her eyes. The raised curve of her wrist bone was like a broken knife, and her eyes revealed a frightening stubbornness.
The branches, unable to bear the weight, suddenly broke.
The blue veins on the Demon Lord's neck twitched for a moment under his pale skin, and his black sleeves moved without wind. He clamped the Saint's chin with such force that Ran Ranhuan could hear the sound of broken bones, but the Saint's eyes were still filled with an undispellable cold mist.
"When you were eight years old, you could tear the Snow Wolf King to pieces with your bare hands." The Demon Lord rubbed the bloody corners of the Saint's lips with his thumb. The blood condensed on his fingertips like a gorgeous cinnabar mole. "If I really raised you like a delicate flower... you wouldn't be alive today."
The chain suddenly tightened.
A muffled groan escaped from the Saint's throat, but she rested her forehead on the Demon Lord's chest. This almost cuddling posture made Ran Ran shudder. She saw that the Saint was drawing talismans with blood with her hands behind her back, and the Demon Lord's falling black hair just covered her small movement.
"Indeed, you taught me." The Saint's bloody canine teeth scraped across the Demon Lord's Adam's apple. "Showing weakness is for a better bite."
Suddenly, icy spikes rose from the ground.
The Demon Lord took a half step back. When the hem of his cloak was cut by the ice, he smelled a cool floral scent that was very familiar. A thought flashed through his mind—it was the same scent he smelled at Guan Wutai! The immortal and intact red spider lily fell from the torn cloth. Qin Siyi watched with his pupils constricted.
...Why would the Demon Lord use the same flower scent as him...He did this to make His Highness like him more...Demon Lord...
"Willful." The Demon Lord lowered his eyebrows, his expression cold. He stretched out his hand to crush the attacking ice spikes, and the residue condensed into white jade chess pieces in his palm. "The day you told me that you no longer needed my teachings, you overturned the chessboard..." The Demon Lord raised his lips, "You also used this trick to make a feint to the east and attack in the west."
The saint's pupils shrank slightly. This was the first time that Ranran saw a shaken look on her face.
The chess piece lying in the palm of the Demon Lord was engraved with tiny teeth marks. It was not difficult to guess that it was probably bitten by the Saint Girl when she was unhappy after losing the game. The Demon Lord restored it with ice and snow.
"It's hard to believe that you still remember this kind of shit." The Saint Lady swung her sleeves to smash the chess piece, but the flying jade chips drew a bloody line on the side of her neck. "It's like keeping a disobedient dog."
The Demon Lord suddenly pinched the blood-stained piece of jade. His pale knuckles turned blue-gray and his soft lips gently brushed against it.
"It's become a mess again with you. You always know how to make me sad."
Ranran felt a sour emotion rising up in her throat, and she suddenly realized that this fight was full of remnants of past warmth. How could two people who were once so close become like this?
"Among the people you want to kill, many do not deserve to die." The Demon Lord flicked his fingers and shook off the snow in his hair. The rustling ice crystals seemed to weave a hazy net between the two of them. "The kid from the Luo family even asked his mother to send plum candy to the Demon Realm."
Ranran subconsciously looked at Luo Jinghua, who pursed his lips with a slightly red face.
The saint sneered and tore off the chain, and the pieces of flesh splashed on Ranran's skirt. "So?" She crushed the ice net at her feet, and the creaking sound was very much like the icing she stole when she was a child. "Are you going to give me a moral lesson? Or are you going to do it like when we were kids--"
The chain that pierced her body suddenly jumped up and wrapped around the Demon Lord's wrist. The saint seemed to feel no pain at all and curled her lips.
"—punish me to kneel in the snow and count the snowflakes?"
"You never learn to stop." The Demon Lord broke the chain with his bare hands, and the Saint's blood flowed down the chain into his palm. "You destroyed my herb garden like this when I was a child, and you are going to destroy Zhongzhou like this now."
The saint suddenly became quiet.
The moment the fine snow fell on her eyelashes and condensed into ice beads, Ranran seemed to see the little girl kneeling in the medicine garden, and the hand warmer handed to her by the Demon Lord was thrown into the snow by her.
"Back then you said that the medicinal seedlings in the snow would not survive the beginning of spring." The Saint's fingertips formed an ice blade, and the blade reflected the distorted reflections of the two people, "But they are still blooming now."
"You have indulged me until today. If this is wrong, you should continue to be wrong."
"You regret what you did..." The Saint raised her head and looked coldly at the Demon Lord, "You know I hate this the most."
During the confrontation with the Saint, the Demon Lord's face had turned much paler. At this moment, he smiled, and that smile was even paler.
"I know…"
"So you really hate me."
