Welcome to the Nightmare Games Book 2

[Player Ning Zhou, complete the mission: Sacrifice of the Demon King. Mission completion was 81%. Get special quest clues: head to Demon Realm. 】

[Destroy Killing Demon King and reward 200 days of survival. Gain one third of the authority of the Demon Lord and reward 100 days of survival. 】

[Data synchronization countdown, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, synchronization is complete. 】

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With the sound of system prompts, the entire lake of fire in purgatory burned a blazing fire, and in the flames covering the sky and the sun, the soul of the killing demon was burned in the roar.

Yuying wandered over the lake of fire for a while, and returned to the owner's shoulders, because he was afraid to destroy it all.

Ning Zhou, standing on a cliff overlooking the Lake of Fire, looked calm. A demon crystal pinched in his palm was exuding powerful energy. The entire demon world was continuously providing him with power, which made this scene aimed at killing the demon king. The cleanup operation became extremely simple and funny.

The queen of dragon ants stood in the old part of the Demon Lord, and looked anxiously at the back of Ning Zhou, uneasy.

She is different from other old demon kings, and maybe only she is really worried about Ning Zhou.

Three days ago, Ning Zhou, who had returned from Yongwuxiang, suddenly came to the underground ant city, saying that he wanted to destroy the killing demon king sealed in the lake of fire. Aya was very surprised. The killing demon was originally one of the three demon kings, but when they competed with the power demon king for power, they were suppressed by the two demon kings and sealed in the lake of fire for several years.

Ning Zhou didn't explain too much to her, only that it was because of a task.

After he came to the underground ant city, the old part of the old demon king also contacted the dragon ant queen, sent a third of the demon crystal of the demon king, and informed that the remaining two had fallen into the hands of the power demon king.

Ning Zhou knew very well that one-third of them remained in the corpse of the old demon king in the holy city and were taken away by Su He, and the other one-third was taken away from his heart by the demon king of power.

He also knew at that time that there was such a demon crystal in his heart, which came from his father.

The burning flame in the lake of fire made the smell of sulfur pungent and unpleasant. Ning Zhou seemed to be unable to smell it, watching the flames in the lake of fire quietly.

At that time, he had just been exiled from the homeless village and came to battle with a group of demons and was seriously injured. The source of destruction emerged, and he turned into a demon dragon, with grief and despair, fighting the endless demons in a **** battle, ready to die together.

Qi Leren, who was resurrected, found him, and he flew down the cliff, hugging him tenderly.

This redemption on the edge of despair was like the light at the end of hell, giving him the courage to fight everything.

"Your Majesty ..." The Desperate Witch looked at the Destroyer standing on the cliff for a long time, and stood up with courage.

The Devil turned his face, not concealing his dislike of the devil, and said coldly, "Get away."

The desperate witch buried her face in her cloak and backed away without a word.

The plagued demon cast her a sympathetic look: spread a saint-like demon king, and we are finished.

The desperate witch looked at the back of the devil in disgust, and her heart was numb.

After a long time, Aya stepped forward and whispered, "Do you have any plans?"

Ning Zhou said after a moment of silence: "Rose, red."

Aya hesitated for a moment and quickly answered, "I'll send someone to fetch it."

Half an hour later, Ning Zhou, who was holding a bunch of red roses, left alone, and all of them were dismissed before leaving—if that gaze that was indifferent and disgusted as if to kill was indeed what it meant.

The calamity demon grumbled his fingers and complained: "Long live, he's gone! He doesn't want to see us, but we don't want to see him, why not let each other be free?"

Desperate Witch coldly: "Remember the power of your surrender."

The disaster-stricken devil clasped his head: "I would rather face a crazy old devil than a sober new demon! What about nothingness and resentment? Wouldn't the two of them come to take over?"

"They're tutoring the canon and coming over in a few days," said the desperate witch.

Calamity demons became even more desperate: "I suspect Your Majesty is ready to take over the Demon Realm and then kill us all!"

The queen of dragon ants made a giggling laugh, and seemed to think the scene was funny.

Just make the devil world upside down, Aya silently thought that she didn't care what the devil world would look like, but sincerely hoped that they could be good.

When Qi Leren wakes up, she must go and see him.

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On the seventh sleepless night, Ning Zhou stayed in his realm, quietly waiting for Qi Leren to wake up.

In this newly generated field is a large volcano that erupts continuously, as if reflecting the uneasy heart of the new demon king, but it can be in these red magma rivers, and there is a small green world striking.

A small garden bloomed in the grassy field. In the center of the garden was an old tree cut by lightning. In the tomb covered with blue and white petals and grass, a young man was asleep.

He slept so heavily that he did not know that he had rotated seven times a day and night, waiting for his red rose to wither.

Ning Zhou didn't seem to know. He seemed to have infinite patience, and even secretly hoped that it would be fine. Let him watch, wait, and look forward to it quietly. Because his waiting will eventually come true, he will not fear the length of time.

Qi Leren is about to wake up.

Ning Zhou realized this, a distinct force appeared in his field, and it was slowly nourishing this small green world. The sleeping Qile people began to breathe fast, their eyelashes fluttered, and a murmur in their throats.

As if for ten thousand years, Ning Zhou straightened his back and stared intently at him until he slowly opened his eyes.

Qi Leren opened his eyes.

This is really a long dream.

When he woke up, Qi Leren didn't remember anything. He had the illusion that he was on a soft bed at home, and he was greeted with a dawn in peace.

But the moment he opened his eyes, the red sky above him suddenly made him sober.

He remembered the fierce war, the dead teacher and close friend, and the lost pain returned to his soul again, like a ghost that could not walk away.

"Ning Zhou?" Qi Leren instinctively shouted the name, and the sound passing through his throat was rough as if he had rubbed it on a matte paper.

What about Ning Zhou? Is he alright? The battle with the Devil of Power is so dangerous, is he ...

He heard a gurgling sound in his ear, and a warm hand covered the back of his cold hand, a temperature that made him feel alive.

Qi Leren tried to twist his stiff neck, but found that his body did not listen.

Ning Zhou leaned down, the joy spread in his sky-like eyes, he left a gentle kiss on his lips, and told him that he was right next to him.

Qi Leren miraculously reassured.

Ning Zhou fed him water, then lay down beside him, patting his shoulder gently, as if comforting him.

The small tree tomb could not accommodate two adult men, they were close together, leaving almost no gaps. This intimacy reassured the two, who almost lost their sense of security.

Qi Leren finally had the strength to make a call to his neck. He couldn't wait to turn his face to Ning Zhou and looked at the blue eyes with affection.

Ning Zhou also looked at him, focused and gentle.

Qi Leren didn't know how long he had watched him, maybe for a lifetime.

"My wound is healed? How to heal it?" Qi Leren feels incredible. Although he is not convenient to use his semi-field now, he is already lucky to survive, he should not ask for more.

"I took you to see the Pope." Ning Zhou said.

Qi Leren was shocked: "When will it happen?"

"Seven days ago."

Qi Leren was silent. At this moment, he did not even dare to mention the battle in the Twilight Land. He was afraid to know the result, whether victory or defeat.

He struck his spirits and asked with a smile, "Then you don't just look at me other than eating and sleeping, right?"

Ning Zhou looked at him quietly, and said quietly, "I didn't eat or sleep."

Qi Leren immediately understood what he didn't say: he just looked at you.

He once woke up alone in the garden of the Holy Sepulchre. In those seven days, Ning Zhou was far away from the sky. This time, he chose to look at him. Gently watching and guarding, he didn't want to miss every minute. Maybe he also prayed to the **** who did not know his existence but abandoned him countless times, asking him to be safe and sound, just like he prayed for Mary in his youth.

"Ning Zhou, I want to kiss you." Qi Leren said boldly.

So his lover gave him a gentle kiss.

The demon king of the coldest source of power has the softest lips, but his inner emotions are full of tenderness.

It was gentle enough that people finally dared to tear the ulcerated wounds and confide those pains.

Qi Leren leaned in Ning Zhou's arms, and spoke out the most unforgettable death in that battle, and the tears almost kept on. He talked about the departure of Chen Baiqi, the betrayal of Xue Yingying, the sacrifice of Dr. Lu, the deception of Su He, and the choice of the prophet ... Every word is a picture of the purpose, and those who were soaked by the setting sun in the past Happy memories.

He remembered the smell of the smoke that Chen Baiqi smoked on the coast, the brave appearance of Xue Yingying covered with blood, the smell of Dr. Lu's little cake, and the prophet's words that were sometimes deep and sometimes escaped. It is these small to trivial memories that make the pain of this moment even more cruel.

A person's life is constantly learning how to accept loss, but to this day, he still cannot learn.

Maybe one day in the future, he can calmly face these deaths, but now he can't.

Ning Zhou didn't say anything. He knew all this. He kept in touch with the courthouse. Si Ye had already told him the results of that battle, including the list of dazzling deaths. He said nothing, he would not show sadness in front of the devil, nor would he show his pain in front of the crying lover.

He just hugged Qi Leren who was crying and trembling, patted his back lightly, and left one comforting kiss after another on his forehead, telling him this great and difficult victory, telling him everything Will be fine.

He endured silently, waiting for the wounds on his soul and his soul to heal slowly.

Qi Le was exhausted. Although he had just woke up, his body, which had been severely worn by the power of the devil, had not fully recovered, and he soon became tired and lethargic.

Ning Zhou felt it from his heartbeat and breathing. He slowed down the beat and waited patiently for him to fall asleep.

Until he fell asleep, he thought, at least until he fell asleep.

"Ning Zhou."

"Well, I'm here."

Qi Leren curled up in his arms, spread out his hands, and in his palms was a small crystal of life, which belonged to Ning Zhou. It was completely broken, when Ning Zhou was seriously injured and sunk into the bones. Fortunately, Ning Zhou did not die.

"Fortunately, you are still."

"You too."

Ning Zhou did not say how scared he was at the moment when he thought Qi Leren died, and he didn't even dare to think about it, he didn't know what he would do, but it must be a terrible thing .

"I don't want to wait any longer, let's get married now!" Qi Leren suddenly became energetic, his willpower defeated drowsiness, he suggested.

Ning Zhou looked at him slightly surprised.

"No one knows what will happen tomorrow, so we should get married today!" Qi Leren said, struggling to stand up, and got up from the tree tomb. "Are you right?"

Ning Zhou was afraid that he would fall, helped him to sit still, and nodded hard: "Yes."

"Is this your field? Let's go out and tell everyone, we will simply have a meal." Qi Leren said.

Ning Zhou was strangely silent for a few seconds, and said quietly, "We are in the underground city of Ants. This is the lake of fire."

Qi Leren froze, remembering the system prompts he had ignored when he woke up.

[Player Qi Leren, complete the mission: Sacrifice of the Demon King. Mission completion was 81%. Get special quest clues: head to Demon Realm. 】

[Reward survival days 50 days. 】

[Data synchronization countdown, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, synchronization is complete. 】

"You killed the Demon King?" Qi Leren asked in shock.

Ning Zhou bowed his head and nodded slightly, like a student who did something wrong.

The Killing Demon King was sealed in the Fire Lake of Purgatory by the Power Devil and the Devil Devil several years ago. When they came to the underground Ant City, they triggered a task about him, and they also worked with the Assie who was with him. Later, the dragon ant queen ascended the throne, Asi was arrested and sent to the courthouse. After that, she did not continue this task.

Unexpectedly, it took only a few days for Ning Zhou to complete this task.

"This is a good thing, it also counts as the people's killing." Qi Leren said with a smile, "Just ... now we are here, there is nothing to prepare for ... What about the wedding?"

Ning Zhou did not speak, and suddenly took out a bouquet of red roses from behind, and put them in the arms of Qi Leren.

The roses are no longer fresh, and the beautiful petals slump after dehydration. Qi Leren trembled holding flowers. He couldn't imagine the mood of Ning Zhou with such a bouquet of roses waiting for him to wake up.

Qi Leren had tears in his eyes again. He restrained the mood at this moment and said softly: "A beautiful wedding is indispensable in fact only one pair-a pair of people who truly love each other and everything else Either guests, ceremonies, dresses, blessings, nothing matters. So I think we can get married now! "

A wedding for two in the depths of purgatory.