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Chapter 682 The Three Principles of the Goddess’s Salvation (3)

After Song Yuesheng finished speaking, he used magic to draw a picture and gave it to Su Li.

The painting shows a demon girl holding a guqin, with a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye.

"A thousand years ago, before I left Mingdu, I entrusted the zither to her."

Su Li stared at the girl in the painting for a long time, and suddenly sneered: "You know how to order people around. The zither I gave you is given away as soon as I said so."

"Carrying a demonic guqin at any time would have caused me a lot of trouble at the time."

Song Yuesheng poked his tense cheek with a smile: "Besides, you have great abilities, so of course I have to rely on you to help me find someone."

Su Li slapped her hand away, but the tips of his ears turned red.

"…I will give you a reply within five days."

Song Yuesheng pretended to salute and said in a delicate voice, "Thank you, Master Demon."

Su Li felt unwell all over.

It's not disgust, but an inexplicable urge.

He frowned: "Song Yuesheng, please speak properly."

Song Yuesheng waved his arm and said, "Then take care. There are many things to do in the Demon Realm. Su Li, you, the Demon Lord, should not waste your time."

Su Li became even angrier for some reason.

Can't say it.

Can beat, but can't fight.

After a moment's silence, he walked over and tapped Song Yuesheng's forehead.

“Song Yuesheng, you can do whatever you want in the Demon Realm. I’m not worried about you being bullied, but given your current situation… don’t make too many enemies for yourself.”

The Goddess Frost of the Gods is dead, and there cannot be any trace of her in the human world.

Otherwise, once Jiuchongtian finds out, it will be the day of her true death.

Then she secretly came down to earth and infused the corpse with her own spiritual power every day for seven or eight years. There was no point in letting the corpse die in her place.

Especially the gods created a magical time-based weapon.

One day in the Ninth Heaven actually corresponds to one year on earth.

In this way, if we don't pay attention, the gods will find out soon.

The two little maids had never seen such a demon lord before. It was not until Su Li had been gone for a long time and Song Yuesheng asked them to do something that they reacted.

At dusk on the fifth day, in the Eternal Night Palace of the Demon Realm.

When Song Yuesheng was led into the hall by two demon servants, the candles in the hall were not lit, and only the dark blue crystals inlaid on the dome cast a cold light.

She saw the little girl holding the violin case kneeling in the middle of the hall.

After seeing her coming, he returned the zither to her and hurried away with the guiding demon servant.

He didn't look up or say a word the whole time.

Song Yuesheng stroked the mottled marks on the piano case with his fingertips and looked around.

The iron pillars of the temple were wrapped with chains, the obsidian on the ground reflected distorted human figures, and the statues of demon generals standing on both sides of the throne had scarlet flames dancing in their eye sockets.

It was no wonder that the girl was so frightened that she couldn't speak in such a depressing scene.

Song Yuesheng will place the piano on the piano stand in the hall.

The fingertips plucked the strings of the zither, and the clear and melodious sound was like the moon breaking through the clouds, which suddenly made the cold and gloomy hall come alive.

A shadow suddenly covered the surface of the piano.

The veins on the back of Su Li's hand, which was supporting himself on the piano stand, were bulging.

"That piano piece of yours..." his voice was hoarse, "was it composed for Jiang Fei?"

"No." Song Yuesheng answered straightforwardly, pressing his fingertips on the vibrating strings, "It's a song my mother taught me."

She lowered her eyes and speculated, "I think it's because my parents died early, so even if they went through a disaster, they only vaguely remember it."

Su Li's tense jaw line loosened slightly.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at Song Yuesheng with burning eyes: "From now on, you can only play it for me."

"Okay." Song Yuesheng casually hooked the Shang string, "Only if you don't show it off everywhere."

Su Li’s expression froze.

He plucked the strings casually and said sullenly, "Why don't you just tell me the fox's name? What if he finds out?"

Song Yuesheng was speechless: "Didn't your love secret book say that jealousy and envy can ruin many things? From another perspective, if you knew that I played the piano for other people, would you not care or be jealous?"

Su Li's eyes avoided.

"Don't change the subject, I don't understand what you are saying."

He was dodging in such a hurry that half a volume of the storybook suddenly slipped out of his sleeve. The large gold-plated characters on the cover, "The Heartless Immortal Fell in Love with Me," were sparkling under the dark blue crystal.

Su Li: ...

He quickly came to his senses, picked up the book, ignited a flame on his fingertips, then burned the book and threw it far away.

Then, he pretended to say, "It must be a villain who framed me. He actually came up with such a sinister trick. When I find out who it is, I will definitely catch him."

Song Yuesheng admired his performance for a while.

Then he smiled and said, "If you have finished venting, then just listen to me playing the piano. Whether it was thousands of years ago or now that you have the piano, besides my parents, you are the first person in the world to hear "Pillow Moon Sleeping Clouds"."

Su Li was touched by the words "the first person".

Although I was in a good mood, I still pretended not to care.

"Well, let's get started. I also want to see if your piano skills have deteriorated."

In fact, the sound of the piano was lingering and melodious, like complaining and crying, echoing in the Eternal Night Palace and then spreading outside the palace.

Su Li sat beside Song Yuesheng, with his slender fingers resting on his knees, tapping lightly as the piano music rose and fell, as if silently following the beat.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a secret joy surged in his heart.

If only it could stay like this.

There was a struggle in Su Li's eyes for a moment, but he finally gave up.

That's it.

Rather than fighting and having a life without peace, it is better to live a peaceful life now.

Song Yuesheng's current identity cannot stand being known by others.

However, just when the sound of the piano reached its most emotional point——

Suddenly, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the hall, and then the heavy door of the hall was pushed open!

"Your Majesty! I have something important to report!"

The Blood Prison's warden Zhen Xuan strode in, his voice rough and filled with an urgency that brooked no refusal.

He tried to see the musician playing the piano, but Su Li blocked his view.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

The murderous intent in Su Li's eyes was as sharp as a knife, and the demonic energy around his body suddenly surged!

"You're looking for death - I told you not to bother me if you have something to do today. Do you think the servant at the door is air?"

He raised his hand and swung it, and a sharp magic blade went straight to Zhen Xun's throat!

However, just as the magic blade was about to pierce Zhen Xuan, Song Yuesheng suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Li's wrist.

The magic blade deviated an inch and brushed against Zhen Xun's neck, leaving a bloody mark on his skin.

Zhen Xun's face turned pale, his legs softened, and he fell heavily to his knees: "Your Majesty, please forgive me..."

Su Li didn't even look at him, but turned to look at Song Yuesheng, wanting to ask her why she was doing this to him.

I saw her face changed.

The originally beautiful face now turned into a strange face, with drooping eyebrows and a timid expression, as if she was just an ordinary maid.

Yes.

There are many people in the Demon Realm who know the Supreme God Frost Flower.

The rage boiling in Su Li's chest grew even stronger. He glanced coldly at Zhen Xuan and was about to say something when Song Yuesheng suddenly knelt down first, crying in a trembling voice.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! I...I shouldn't have played the piano without permission..."

Su Li was stunned, looked at her for a while, then glanced at Zhen Xun who was lying on the ground, and then his eyes became darker.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging anger, and said coldly: "Get out! Get out!"

Zhen Xuan felt as if he had been pardoned, and he crawled out of the hall.

Song Yuesheng also stood up with his head lowered and made a gesture to leave.

However, the moment she turned around, Su Li grabbed her wrist and said in a low voice: "You can't use this piano to do anything."

Song Yuesheng looked up at him, then nodded gently: "Okay."

She hadn't thought of hiding it from him.

Song Yuesheng paused, then added: "When you finish your official duties and go back home in the evening, I will tell you what I want to do. Although I don't know if you have asked the two maids."

Su Li stroked her skin, and let go of his hand after a while, his voice low: "...I didn't ask."

"If you say no, then no. I believe you."

After Song Yuesheng finished speaking, he turned and left.