The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Although there are many children of the rich and powerful in Shengjing City, they all have their own factions.

Among the young men present, Xue Hanshan, the young prince of Anguo Palace, was considered to have the best relationship with Yan Weilou, and he claimed to know the prince of Qi fairly well.

This is a simple-minded person who only wants to have fun and hates trouble the most.

It's just that today this person is a bit unclear... Xue Hanshan forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

"Really?" Yan Weilou stretched his eyebrows and showed a contented expression, "...then I have changed my mind now.

"You know..." He faced the long street with his arms slightly open, as if he was extremely intoxicated. His side face was reflected in the starlight, as if he was holding the stars in his arms, "Such a lively and pyrotechnic scene, Of course, it is more refreshing to be personally involved.

"..." Xue Hanshan paused, "Your Majesty, are you serious?" "That's natural."

Is there something wrong? "Xue Hanshan: ...I suspect that you were transferred, but I have no evidence."

He shook away the unreliable speculation in his head and shook his head quickly: "Of course not, as long as you are happy, Your Highness.

" Yan Weilou glanced at the insincere expression on his face, and withdrew his gaze, not bothering to explain.

... He knew that he was indeed a little different now than before, but at this time he was indeed happier than ever before.

You might as well indulge this mood for a while! If it weren't for his current identity and personality, he could do even more exaggerated things.

Thinking of this, the corners of Yan Weilou's lips raised, and his fingers gently rubbed his chin.

The touch of the fingertips is delicate and warm, showing lively vitality.

Yan Weilou's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes, which were always clear and bright, were covered with a layer of darkness.

...Just an hour ago, everything had changed.

Now, inside this young body, there is a ghost from Ertu many years later.

The heart was beating loudly in his chest, the blood was gurgling in his blood vessels, and the aroma of mellow wine entered his lungs along his breath... It was completely different from the body in his previous life, which was made up of bones and illusory soul.

This unparalleled fresh taste is really intoxicating! He will never allow anyone to destroy it again.

..."By the way, I almost forgot! Your Highness," the two of them chatted for a while, Xue Hanshan suddenly clapped his hands and called out, "I saw Miss Fang on the way here. Judging from the direction she was going, I should It's a 'thread'.

"" Destiny is linked by a thin thread. It is said that as long as those who have been there, their marriage will be blessed by the gods.

"At this point, he winked and showed an expression that every man would understand, "Miss Fang is really thoughtful. His Royal Highness is so lucky.

"..." Yan Weilou looked away silently, feeling a little disgusted.

Tsk, it looked average to begin with, but now it hurts my eyes even more.

"When I inquire about Miss Fang's whereabouts, Your Highness, you can have a chance encounter..." Xue Hanshan, who did not feel the disgust at all, pretended to be a dog-headed military advisor and actively offered suggestions.

“No need—” “Of course it works.

Wasn't His Highness a little curious about this fiancée before? This is because Your Highness, Your Highness, has not done enough. You cannot think that everything is guaranteed just because you have been engaged since childhood.

"Xue Hanshan was still chattering and encouraging, "After all, Miss Fang is very popular. If you don't take the initiative early, you may be taken away by others.

I heard that the Third Prince..." "Stop! " Yan Weilou raised a palm to stop his rambling words and kept smiling, "I understand everything.

"Although his soul has been burned by the calamity fire for many years, and many memories of past lives have long been blurred, at least he knows what will happen next better than anyone else in the world.

"Excellent, Your Highness, you are enlightened!" After Yan Weilou finished speaking, Xue Hanshan immediately became more excited than himself, gearing up and filled with righteous indignation, "Do you want me to teach you some more experience? We must not let the third prince succeed. ! I think I suffered from him back then... Hey, Your Majesty, please don’t leave!" Before he could finish speaking, a shadow flashed in front of him, and Yan Weilou jumped down from the railing. , the figure disappeared in the crowd in an instant, and Ren Xue Hanshan could not be found.

...Nonsense, if you don’t leave, I’m afraid you’ll be forced to listen to #The Bitter History of a certain licking dog who crazily pursued a goddess but failed and was brutally snatched away from her love.

I don’t know how many times this kind of experience happened in my previous life. In the past, Yan Weilou could still listen to it with good temper, but now... Xue Hanshan didn’t know that if he continued to pester half a stick of incense, he might have to pay for the sacrifice that was about to end. There will be an entertainment show on the first day of the year.

Tomorrow, the Shengjing gossip headlines may become #奰元日 tragedy丨The legitimate son of the dignified government was hacked in the street.

The author has something to say: The style of painting suddenly changed from serious to silly... [face covering] This is not a serious author, but he is a serious protagonist.

To rectify the protagonist’s name: This article is similar to Qidian’s fantasy novel, so by default BG is the mainstream of society, not BL for all.

Therefore, the fiancée is naturally a woman.

However, the fiancée and the protagonist have never had any bloody emotional involvement. To be precise, due to a special reason, the so-called engagement between the two does not actually count. In other words, they have never been related.

Chapter 3 Returning to the World (3) Zhaixing Tower faces Zhuque Street to the east and the water of the Huaihe River to the west.

The Huaihe River is long, with bright lanterns flying to the sky, flames on the river, and the painting studio boat winding like a dragon.

Yan Weilou stood silently under a flower tree on the river bank, wearing a half-god, half-ghost mask on his face.

The array patterns on his black sacrificial robes were dim and hidden, and he looked ordinary like every passerby wearing strange masks around him. The only special thing was that he was holding a silver wine pot in his hand.

"I always regret that I have little joy in this life, and I am willing to love a thousand gold coins for a light smile.

I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers..." The lights are like a belt.

At some point, the ethereal singing spread from the center of the river, like a thread, bringing out a lot of sorrow.

The ethereal singing seemed to have magic, causing the flowers and trees on the bank to bloom for no reason, as if winter ended and spring came, and the seasons changed.

Yan Weilou casually brushed off the petals on his shoulders, tapped his fingers lightly, and leisurely followed the rhythm.

He looked at the small bridge not far in front of him.

It was an ordinary stone arch bridge, built on the Huai River, connecting the two banks.

This is "a thread of connection", also known as the "marriage bridge".

On special days, the bridge will be suddenly covered by mist, and the space above it will become upside down and disordered. Once you step on the bridge, anyone who has not broken free from the double shackles of the flesh and earth will be confused by the five senses and see all kinds of strange illusions.

It is said that men and women who can still meet in this situation of five senses being confused are lovers destined by heaven, with a marriage thread entangled between them and blessed by the gods.

This saying has been circulated for nearly a thousand years, so everyone believes it. If ordinary people step into it, they are likely to get lost forever. I am afraid that this marriage bridge has been overcrowded for a long time.

Yan Weilou once heard this rumor. If he had not read some anecdotes and miscellaneous talks in an ancient book by chance in his previous life, I am afraid he would not understand the truth.

The so-called blessing of gods has always been nonsense. This place is a special place where spiritual energy gathers. It was once one of the formations used by an ancient sect to select disciples. Even now, some of the formations remain, so all kinds of strange illusions appear.

In ancient times, there were no dynasties or aristocratic families in the world. Three thousand sects were spread all over the vast land of China. Those big sects often selected disciples from all over the world. The formations used for selection in various places were connected to each other and finally led to the mountain gate. Therefore, the space inside the formation was upside down and disordered, and it seemed boundless and endless.

This is also the reason why many people find it difficult to find their home after stepping into "One Line".