Demon Becoming the Lord

He Miao Pavilion is very large, with a front yard, a middle yard and a back yard. He Miao has always lived in the middle yard. When Xiao Lang was in a coma, he was also arranged to live in the middle yard. Only then was Young Master Mo Han discovered.

So after Xiao Lang woke up, in order to avoid being discovered, Princess He Miao arranged him in the backyard, and at this moment Xiao Lang was in a daze in the backyard.

He sat next to a pavilion, looking at a small pond in the backyard in a daze. He had been in a daze for three days and nights, because he found that there was nothing to do except in a daze.

He didn't know who he was, where he was, he didn't know what he was going to do or how to live his life in the future. His mind was blank, like a newborn baby, very confused about this world.

He was holding a sword in his hand and a supreme chariot behind him. Because He Miao told him, maybe he saw this sword and this chariot, maybe he would think of something?

He watched the chariot for a long time, without the slightest impression. On the contrary, he held the sword in his hand, and he felt like flesh and blood. It seems that this sword has a great relationship with him, so he has been holding this sword.

He wants to remember everything, so he won't be so at a loss, won't do nothing, don't know what he wants to do. So he has been sitting here, holding this cyan long sword, trying to restore his memory.

The sky slowly dimmed and it snowed again.

The world here is always a layer of unchanging white, and the heavy snow stopped and fell and stopped. The cold wind raged in the yard, blowing up the snowflakes on the surrounding trees, flying all over the sky.

Snow drifted into the pavilion, into his clothes, and on his hair whiter than snow, fascinated his eyes.

"Shushasha!"

The sound of stepping on snow came from the backyard, and two women walked over. The man in front was wearing a fox fur coat and a cloak, and his face was covered with light gauze. Only a pair of beautiful eyes was exposed, although he was wearing a not-thin skirt. But she can still show her graceful posture.

The person behind is a pretty-faced palace lady. She carried a food box and looked at Xiao Lang who was sitting motionless in the courtyard. She sighed slightly, and looked at Princess He Miao in front of her. There was a touch in her eyes that was worthless for her. The meaning.

Xiao Lang had been awake for three or four days, but he was extremely cold when facing the savior Princess He Miao. Wrong... He is extremely cold to anyone, seldom speaks, and has a kind of indifference in his bones that refuses to be thousands of miles away.

It stands to reason that if a person loses his memory, he will feel dependent on the person he first sees or be treated as a relative. And Princess He Miao treats him very well, she asks her warmly and cares very carefully. In the past few days, I have been talking to him to help him recall the past, hoping that he can restore his memory, but he always responds coldly, even ignores...

Is this person born cold-blooded and ruthless?

The palace lady He Ni pouted a small mouth, but Princess He Miao had already entered the pavilion, and she had no choice but to follow.

"Xiao Lang, have dinner!"

Princess He Miao's voice was very cheerful, and her eyes were filled with joy, as if she could see Xiao Lang's mood very happy. He Ni put the food box on the table and took out the delicate food inside.

"Oh!"

Not surprising He Ni, Xiao Lang responded indifferently, inserting the long sword that was colder than ice and snow into the ground outside the pavilion, turned his head and walked into the pavilion, sat down and took a bowl of gluttonous food. stand up. No...Look at them.

A trace of heartache flashed through Princess Hemiao's beautiful eyes, but she immediately concealed it, and said with a faint smile: "Haha, eat slowly, no one will steal you!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Lang responded vaguely, but still gobbled it up. Although he lost his memory, many of his habits still remained. For example, when eating, like a knife, it has always been so cruel...

Soon a bowl of big rice, a few dishes, and a few pastries were all in his stomach. Xiao Lang drank a sip of water and hiccupped his belly. Then he looked at Princess He Miao and He Ni, "Thank you Miss He Er !"

"What are you polite?"

Princess He Miao smiled and nodded, but He Ni cleaned up the dishes. Unexpectedly, Xiao Lang walked to the pavilion again, grabbed his long sword and sat on the edge of the pavilion alone, looking at the pond and the distance. The blizzard in the sky, as usual, ignore the two of them!

A trace of heartache flashed in Princess He Miao's eyes, Lianbu moved lightly, walked to the side of Xiao Lang and squatted down, without speaking, she accompanied him and looked into the distance quietly.

Xiao Lang didn't seem to notice. He continued to look ahead in a daze. He didn't seem to have amnesia, but became a demented child...

"Is the snowflake beautiful?"

"nice!"

"Have you thought of anything for so many days?"

"No!"

"Then why are you sitting here every day?"

"do not know!"

Princess He Miao tried to chat with Xiao Lang as before, but every time Xiao Lang responded short and indifferent, she didn't glance at Princess He Miao next to her, as if talking with a stranger.

Princess He Miao looked at Xiao Lang sideways, then waved to let He Ni go down. After He Ni left the backyard, she suddenly unwrapped the light veil on her face and looked at Xiao Lang and said, "Xiao Lang, look at me and see... can you remember anything?"

Xiao Lang turned his head numbly and looked at Princess He Miao's Chuchu Yiren's face. His eyes were still confused. After watching for a while, he shook his head and said, "You are beautiful, but...I still can't remember you!"

"Snapped!"

Xiao Lang turned his head again, two drops of clear tears fell from the corners of Princess He Miao's eyes, and two plum blossoms bloomed on the bluestone slab below. She looked at Xiao Lang's profile faintly, but Xiao Lang seemed to have completely changed, his expression did not fluctuate at all...

Princess He Miao shook her head, letting her tears dry, she didn't know what happened to Xiao Lang? It stands to reason that even if you lose your memory, your xing relationship will not change? How did he suddenly become so indifferent?

Although Xiao Lang left mercilessly on the sea of ​​ice and snow, at that moment she thought Xiao Lang was a hard-hearted person. But when he looked back again, the light in his eyes made her convinced that Xiao Lang was a person who was ruthless on the outside but kind in heart.

She tried to move Xiao Lang with her tender emotions, even if it was worth giving her a smiling face.

It's just... Xiao Lang didn't, and at this moment he was looking straight at her.

Suddenly she felt very wronged, and she lowered her head and stopped looking at Xiao Lang. The dry tears slid down again for two lines of clear tears. Her body twitched slightly, and the pear blossoms and rain on the small face of the Chuchuyi were distressing and heartbreaking.

Xiao Lang still didn't respond at all, like a rock standing in the cold wind.

Just when Princess He Miao was covering her face and preparing to leave, she stretched out one hand, with a white scarf in her hand!

She suddenly looked up in surprise, but saw that Xiao Lang's face was still extremely indifferent, but at this moment he said: "Don't cry, crying face is not beautiful!"

The words were cold, but they were unusually warm in Princess He Miao's ears.