Chapter 275
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"My Lord, please forgive me. I … I won't dare to do it again."
The Demon Lord waved his hand lazily.
A gust of wind blew past, and Elder Xue was sent out of the Demon Hall. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The Demon Lord's faint voice sounded in his ears.
"Since you want to help this Sovereign solve his problems, this Sovereign naturally won't refuse to satisfy you. It just so happens that I lack a sweeping deacon in my palace. You can come over tomorrow. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Li was also swept out of the door.
Seeing the door of the Demon Hall slowly close, Elder Li looked sympathetically at Elder Xue, who was vomiting blood.
He comforted him, "My Lord has already forgiven you by letting you sweep the floor of the Demon Palace."
He stood up and patted his shoulder.
"Work hard in the future. I will go back and help you report to the sect master. In the future, you will still be an elder of the sect and a deacon of the Demon Palace. It will not be a disgrace to your reputation. "
Elder Xue wanted to cry but had no tears.
And in the Demon Hall.
Ye Yunlan was being stroked in the Demon Lord's arms.
His white hair was not as smooth as his black hair before. Perhaps it was because of the God back then? His soul had been consumed too much and was on the verge of death. His hair was also deathly still and lusterless. It was often knotted with the Demon Lord's hair, especially after the rain.
The Demon Lord hugged him and untied the knots one by one.
The surging darkness around him calmed down a lot at this moment. It was no longer as ferocious and chaotic as before.
The Demon Lord untied it very slowly.
Based on previous experience, it would take about two to four hours. And it would be messed up again soon.
But this person still enjoyed it.
Ye Yunlan felt it? Sleepiness came. Taking advantage of this person's rare pause, he leaned in his arms, found a suitable position, curled up, and closed his eyes.
Because he was too tired, he quickly fell asleep.
The Demon Lord looked at his peaceful sleeping face.
He still patiently stroked his knotted white hair.
The paranoia and madness in his eyes seemed to have lessened a lot at this moment, showing a broken gentleness.
After stroking his hair, Ye Yunlan still did not wake up.
The Demon Lord lowered his head and touched his eyelashes with his finger.
Then he gently kissed his eyelids.
"Sweet dreams, Master."
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