Carry out the tragic female supporting role to the end

Chapter 178
Mo Yan, it seems that his birth means humbleness.

In order to protect him, his mother willingly slept in another man's bed.

He had seen so much evil in his eyes that the light in his eyes was gone.

His mother died, and he was raised by a man like an animal.

He saw men and different women tossing and turning on the bed every day, and saw his children fighting each other every day, and then bullying him like a devil every day.

He was like a piece of trash being kicked around by these scumbags.

That summer, the man's children played him like a cat, scolded him for having no parents, and poured hot water on him. It was also that summer that his skin was burned in many places.

Perhaps no one has ever experienced such evil. He has not only experienced, but also a lot of things. He is struggling to survive every day, panting like a dead dog every day. He doesn't know why he is still in this breath, but the resentment in his heart keeps him alive He wanted everyone in the man's family to die in pain.

He was pushed into the icy lake in winter and had a fever all night. At that time, he really thought he was going to die.

But he didn't die, he still wanted to spare this humble life to smash the man's face into pieces.

When he was seven or eight years old, on the day when the man married his bride, he put medicine in the water, burned the place, woke up the man, killed the man, and killed all the people who bullied him. Killing, the fire was strong that day, his hands were stained with blood, and they were trembling constantly, his face was dull, and he showed a strange smile.

He killed all of them. It turned out that the smell of blood was so irritating that he seemed to be a little sick. He also noticed it, but he didn't care.

But where do you go with blood on your hands?

During the Lantern Festival that year, he stole a chicken leg from a wealthy family, and was chased and beaten by a group of people. He was almost dying, and the feeling of suffocation was about to overwhelm him.

He saw a touch of bright white, and the man didn't dislike the dirt all over his body, and gently hugged him, as if there was a healing spell in his hand, which instantly healed all the pain on his body.

He raised his eyes to look at that person vigilantly, and that person just turned his eyes to look at her, wearing half a mask, he didn't know her whole appearance, but those warm and jade-like eyes carried a faint sunny smile.

Those were the gentlest and most beautiful eyes he had ever seen in his life.

He felt that there was no interest in life, and at that moment he suddenly had something he wanted, those eyes were so beautiful, he really wanted to have them.

He should be a fairy.

That person left, and left after saving him. After that, he never saw her again. Only some years ago, when he thought of those eyes in a daze, he felt paranoid and painful. The pain of not getting it, not getting it. Just always wanted it.

He thought that he was really only suitable for cultivating demons, and he became a demon.

That year, he met him who came to the edge of the Demon Realm to explore.

He was overjoyed and excited. When he saw those eyes, he knew that it must be him, but that person didn't remember him.

That's right, he looks really good-looking now, not the ugly kid he used to be.

He is the number one flower in the demon world.

He pretended to be an ordinary monk, deliberately fell down and wanted to crash into his arms, but he never thought, how fast that person was moving, he couldn't touch him at all.

He was so sad, back then he could hug him without disliking him for being dirty, but now he can't.

He showed love boldly, he thought he was a man, it didn't matter, he didn't care about men, he just liked this person.

He really worked hard, he brought all the flowers of Huamu to her, but she didn't accept his liking.

She has been suppressing the disciples of the Demon Realm.

He knew that to keep her eyes on him, he had to become the biggest devil.

He worked so hard that he almost died, but he didn't regret it, because he succeeded in becoming a demon master, started the terrifying practice of an alternative demon cultivator, was believed by the demons for a while, and became the most noble demon master in the demon world.

He thought, he has become so powerful, that person must have noticed him, it is really a very happy thing.

But why does she still not like him?
He thought she liked good-looking men, so for a moment, he killed all the good-looking ones. Now, he was the most beautiful in the world, and Ge Yan would definitely like him.

He knew that she was Ge Yan, the legendary god Ge Yan who could single-handedly challenge thousands of devils in the devil world.

His eyes are so gentle that you can drown, right? His Ayan is indeed the most powerful, but Ayan doesn't like him, so sad, not belonging to him, so painful.

He continued to harm people, and continued to expand the hell of the devil world. He thought, why didn't his Ayan come to kill him.

Later, he really did as he wished, his Ayan really came, but he promised that as long as his Ayan was willing to be his wife, he could kill everyone in the Demon Realm, but, so good She doesn't want any method, and she is still ready to level the devil world, including killing him.

He is so sad.

How could that person be so gentle even when killing people, his eyes seemed to cover everything, he looked so approachable, but no one could walk into her heart.

She was only born of the sun, and it seemed that like the sun, she used up her last bit of value and left without reservation.

He wanted to trap her, but his Ayan was so powerful.

But Ah Yan might be a little bit miserable, because the sister who was with her day and night attacked her secretly, even her eyes were so gentle and indifferent, there was no complaint or ruthlessness, as if she should leave, she just left.

She really deserves to be damned, why can't she be ruthless, she doesn't understand anything, she is really heartless and desireless.

He saw that the sister didn't kill her in the end, and he didn't let her do it, because his Ayan should die by his hands.

But Ayan doesn't like him, Ayan is always not by his side.

He was behind and killed her with his own hands. He felt that he had the most patience to kill someone at that time. He slowly pinched her neck, wanting to see her struggle or pain or expression of resentment. OK.

But nothing, her eyes are still shining with his favorite warmth, as if all the embarrassment can be tolerated by her, her eyes are really always deceiving, obviously don't care, but still appear like that The gentle look, you know, he really hates it.

He didn't do it on purpose, he didn't really want to kill her, but she was really dead, he thought she would have a soul, and she should have one, he just wanted to trap her soul around him.

However, that night, many golden butterflies flew in the blood-bathed sky of the demon world. They were extremely beautiful, and that person was also extremely beautiful. She turned into a butterfly and disappeared.

That night, I heard that the Demon King chased butterflies all night, and later those butterflies turned into sunlight.

Later, the Demon Lord destroyed the Demon World, and there was no more Demon Lord in the Demon World.

He sleeps where she sleeps, dreaming his delusional dreams.

(End of this chapter)