Chapter 283
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The steam rose in spirals, and the taste was light and delicious. It should have been cooked with spiritual herbs. After Ye Yunlan finished eating, he felt that the fatigue in his body dissipated a lot.
When he put down the bowl and chopsticks, the Demon Lord? Took out a few jars of wine.
There was still mud on the wine jars, and the red paper sealing the jars had turned white.
"This is the peach blossom wine that Master left for me back then. I don't even have a jar? I'm willing to drink it. "
The Demon Lord reached out and brushed away the dirt and dust on the wine jar. He opened the seal, and the light fragrance of the wine wafted out. The fragrance of the peach blossom tree next to the bamboo building seemed to come from a distant time.
"In the letter back then, Master? He said that these jars of wine were originally left for me in the future? It's a pity that I didn't have time to wait until the age of my coronation ceremony. You're leaving? " It's time to leave. "He poured the light red wine into two white jade cups. When he talked about the letter, it was rare that he didn't? There was no sign of going crazy. Instead, he smiled softly. "It's just that although I'm already past the age of majority, I still haven't had the coronation ceremony."
In Ye Yunlan's eyes? Light flashed? He paused.
Then? He saw the Demon Lord turn his head and kiss his lips intimately. He took out a silver crown and put it on the table. Then? He stood up with the wine and knelt down in front of him. He held the wine cup in front of him with both hands.
"Master, please crown me to adulthood."
Ye Yunlan was stunned.
The most terrifying demon in the world was kneeling at his feet. His black hair was scattered, and he wanted him to crown him.
There was a deep smile in those blood-red eyes. Then? There was some youthful enthusiasm and stubbornness. It was as if he was still the youth who knelt in front of him to become his master.
Now, thirty years had passed.
He took the wine and drank it.
The strong fragrance of the wine lingered in his mouth. He lowered his head and looked at the Demon Lord. His golden eyes were a little blurred.
The silver crown on the table looked very familiar.
Ye Yunlan's memory was very good, so he could recognize that it was the crown he used to wear when he was in Tenzong. The Demon Lord put it away and kept it until now.
He picked up the crown and carefully put it on the Demon Lord.
The long black hair was tied? It was tied up, and the silver crown was flowing with light.
He pulled the Demon Lord up and looked at him carefully for a moment. It was as if a father was scrutinizing his son who had just come of age. Like a lover watching his lover who was about to go out.
He raised his hand to tidy up the Demon Lord's slightly wrinkled lapel.
The Demon Lord looked down at him and took him into his arms.
Again? He whispered hoarsely in his ear.
"Since I've already been crowned, Master should help me choose a name."
Ye Yunlan leaned against his warm chest and heard his heartbeat. Her long silver eyelashes fluttered lightly, and she felt her own chest throbbing.
Wait, what? Wait a minute.
The Demon Lord didn't exist in his previous life? Does it have my name or not? He had chosen a name for himself. Has the Demon Lord always been shrouded in shadows? Among the rumors? They were all terrifying rumors.
Does he not know who the Demon Lord is? Where did he come from? He didn't know what the Demon Lord's previous identity was, and he didn't know what kind of face he had under his demonic mask. Back then, when he was in a desperate situation? When he met the Demon Lord, he was? Forced to snuggle with the other party. After that? He gradually got used to it, and gradually developed love and desire. And then? Gradually, they couldn't leave each other.
But now, everything had to start over.
He raised his hand and stroked the Demon Lord's handsome cheek, murmuring in a low voice.
"Last night, the wind and rain, the rustling of the curtains, the flickering of the candlelight, the pillow … I couldn't sit up straight. The affairs of the world? Flowing with the flowing water, it can be considered a dream. "His voice suddenly became very hoarse." Then I woke up from the dream, and the spring scenery was still there. Stepping into the world of mortals, I still smile? … Like the warmth of spring. "
"Your name is Shu. Your name is Shu? Let's call it Tong Gui. "
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