Demon King’s Repayment

Zhang Xun’s age is almost the same as that of his wife, Dahua. He spent almost all of his life at the age of seventeen or eighteen studying hard at the desk. Even Zhiguai hadn’t read a few books. The incredible scene that just happened before his eyes almost subverted him. Three Views.

But the eldest brother died suddenly, the sister-in-law was in a coma, his wife was missing, and the family was in chaos, which made the schoolboy who did not hear about things outside the window to grow up quickly.

He overcame the tremor and stood up on the chair, pinched himself secretly, trying to calm himself, and narrate what had just happened to Yuan Xianger as clearly as possible.

After the mother and sister woke up, they still only knew how to cry. Except for the five-year-old niece, only this wife's sister looked calmer and was the only one who could discuss matters.

After listening to what he said, Yuan Xianger felt clueless as to how and where the black fish monster took the big flower away.

There are many magical magical arts that belong to the monsters, and the big-headed murloc can be randomly transmitted thousands of miles away, and the red dragon can build a different space of its own. She didn't know what peculiar spells the fish monster used.

What is clear at present is that the many unconscious patients found in the town may be related to the black fish. This monster who is only for disaster should be the reason why the river **** asked to come to Lianghe Town.

Yuan Xianger's eyes fell on the painting on the wall.

The faint ink and wash vividly showed a vast river of smoke on the scroll.

But when I look closely, I always feel that something is missing on the screen.

Yuan Xiang'er approached the painting and found a small boat with reeds exposed in a very hidden place on the reeds by the river. Sitting on the boat head sits an old man fishing along the river, with a few strokes outlining his back. At first glance, he is vague, but gradually he feels very vivid. Gradually, his hair and clothing are all clear. The white-haired old man is fishing alone in Bijiang. .

"Sister Axiang. That painting seems a bit strange." Dong'er's voice sounded behind him.

Yuan Xiang'er looked back at her. The little girl stood by her mother, her nose flushed from crying, but she did not forget to remind her.

"Well, I also think..." She said this, but saw the little girl facing her open her mouth round, with a look of surprise on her face, and stretched out her hand in a panic.

At the same time, an irresistible suction came from behind her, dragging her in the direction of the picture scroll.

"Axiang!" Nan He stepped forward for the first time, and Yuan Xiang'er was already in the picture in full view, and disappeared out of thin air. Nan He's fingers only caught a shadow.

Nan He closed his fist and looked at the weird picture. On the surface of the river that was empty a moment ago, now there is a flat boat parked with a girl standing on its head, looking up at the surface of the river.

Axiang entered the world in the painting.

...

When Yuan Xiang'er recovered, she was already on the bank of the clear water and hanbo.

The sky was like a curtain, the moon was like water, and the vast white reed flowers swayed by the river, and she took advantage of the night to stand on a small boat beside the reeds.

(Axiang? Can you hear it? Where are you?) Nan He's voice sounded in his mind.

(I'm here. I'm fine. It's like a river. I'm in a boat on the river.)

(You wait, don’t panic, I will find you soon.)

Yuan Xiang'er stopped talking, even if they didn't talk, their minds were connected at this moment.

Yuan Xianger could feel Nan He's anger and anxiety, but she wouldn't be too flustered.

He is no longer messed up like he was when he left suddenly for the first time.

As a partner, he recognized his abilities and no longer felt that he was a human who would be vulnerable and helpless immediately after losing protection.

Suddenly came to a strange and mysterious place, of course Yuan Xianger was a little nervous.

But the voice that Nan He kept in her mind and the trust from the bottom of her heart made her calm down gradually.

She started to feel confident that she could face any unexpected situation well.

I'm great, I can protect myself. She said to herself.

(Well, Axiang is very capable.) Nan He's voice quickly responded in his mind.

Oh, did you pass the words in your heart again by accident?

(Don’t worry about me.)

(Don’t worry, but I want to be by your side.)

(Okay, let you take your time.)

...

An empty boat, floating on the surface of the river.

Standing on the bow of the ship, Yuan Xiang'er heard the faint singing voice floating from the other side of the river. The voice was sometimes ethereal and elegant, sometimes vast and beautiful, with a sense of mystery like a dream and fantasy.

It was as if a young girl who didn't know the suffering of the world was opening her pure and clear throat to laugh. It is like an unrestrained fanatic, occasionally exuding a weak sigh.

The sound made people feel drunk, and I wish I could immediately seek and follow.

Yuan Xiang'er held the Nanhong pendant hanging on her neck. This magical instrument that could control her mind was getting slightly hot, reminding her not to lose herself in the singing.

At this moment, the white-robed He Uncle appeared on the bow of the boat. His figure was light and transparent, like a ray of thoughts barely staying on the bow of the boat.

He gathered his sleeves and saluted Yuan Xiang'er, "Mr. Yuan Xiao, please take the time to come here, and you will be impressed with the old."

Yuan Xianger replied, "He Bo, what happened in Lianghe Town? Many people here suffer from loss of soul, and even one of my friends was taken away by the fish demon and disappeared."

"That fish monster is a friend of mine." He Bo said.

"Your friend?"

"Yes, Danluo and I met hundreds of years ago. At that time, I was still a human, and he was indeed a man-eating monster." He Bo had a gentle smile on his face, "Others may not be able to Understand that I became friends with a demon. But I think you can understand more or less Mr. Yuan."

His life seemed to have burned to the end, with an old face, a curved back, and a more and more transparent body, but his expression was calm and kind, and there was no misery.

Yuan Xiang'er nodded, and asked with some worry: "He Bo, what's wrong with you?"

"It's not a big deal." He waved his hand indifferently. "There is no eternal thing in this world. I just have the time limit."

"But you?"

"Danluo has been with me these years. In order to take into account my feelings, he endures and never eats people. Now that I am leaving, he is naturally no longer restrained. He has begun to indulge himself unscrupulously. That's why I asked you to take care of it. Come this time."

"Do you want me to take action to eradicate this monster? But I saw that there are already a lot of Puritan high masters in the town. Why didn't you entrust them, but found me who is unknown?"

He Bo turned around, "I want to ask you to see something. As for how you want to do it in the future, you can decide for yourself."

An image of a young man appeared on the moving boat. That belongs to He Bo's memory.

The young anglers ignored the fishing rods beside the boat and did not paddle, allowing the small boats to wander in the middle of the river. There was a pot of wine and a few plates of side dishes on his knees, and he drank and pours himself.

On the surface of the water near the boat, a **** fish quietly emerged from the water, with a bright red on its forehead, and its black back was constantly undulating in the blue waves, occasionally showing flashing scales on the water.

"It's you again. You show up as soon as you drink. Do you like to drink too?" The young angler put down the bamboo flute and poured a glass of wine. "Brother Yu, Brother Yu, are you good wine? Come, let me toast you. "

He sprinkled a glass of sake into the river, and the big fish in the river water shook their heads and waved their tails, their fins splashed with waves, as if they had really drunk the wine.

Since then, every time the angler went out to fish, he always chased a big blue-black fish by the boat.

Anglers toast and drink, drink each other, as if they were friends.

On a night with a bright moon in the sky, the angler went down the boat in the moonlight, and the sound of splashing sounded. A man dressed in black climbed onto the boat from the water and sat opposite him.

"In Xia Danluo, I am grateful for my brother's gift of wine for many days, and I am very grateful today."

The man who fished knew that he was not a human being, and was mostly transformed by the big fish, and felt a little afraid in his heart. But thinking of the friendship these days, although they can't talk to each other, they are already like confidants, so I tried to calmly return and say: "I'm in Xia Subai, I have seen brother Dan."

Bianzhou under the moon, mellow the wine, sing song and breeze, and sing all the stars.

The good times always seem to be rapid, but the sadness is strong and deep in the memory.

It was a chaotic era. Demons and humans lived together. Powerful demons often wreaked havoc on the world. Humans did not form a powerful and unified regime. Military forces of all sizes were in their own hands, killing and plundering each other from time to time. Wars continued for a lifetime. What can a leisurely person have?

The town where Subai lived in peace was ransacked by war. The soldiers who rushed into the city seemed to have forgotten their human identity and became creatures even more cruel than demons.

They dragged the woman and child out of their hiding place and killed them on the street without hesitation. They tortured all the men who resisted and hung the bodies in front of the city gate. The bright red blood soaked the once quiet town into a **** on earth.

Su Bai, who had never killed anyone, at that moment, holding a blood-stained long knife, facing the overwhelming enemy incarnation, Shura.

The edge of his knife was rolled, and the hilt of the knife was slipped by the blood to make it hard to grasp, but he didn't care. His home was destroyed, his relatives and friends were killed by criminals, his wife and children were all dead, just at his feet.

So he also turned himself into a murderous knife, ready to fight the moment the knife broke.

The turbulent flood broke through the dam at this moment and poured into the small town, no matter how cruel human beings, in the face of the might of nature, they all become just as weak and helpless.

Taotao flood swept away a large number of lives without emotion, whether it is enemy troops, people, good people, bad people, in its cold eyes, there is only one meaning.

When Bai Su woke up, he found himself lying on his back in his boat.

The sky was as blue as the past, and the water surface was still shining with joyful golden light. The tragedy of thousands of people who died in such a bright world seemed to have never happened.

If it wasn't for his body that was so hurt that he couldn't move, he would even think that the moment when he was blindfolded by blood was just a nightmare that he could wake up.

"Sorry, I found out later." said Dan Luo who was sitting on the bow.

Subai said angrily: "Why, why only save me? You obviously have that ability, but you watched everyone die."

"Why should I save them? That is your own business." Dan Luo asked puzzledly. His tone was very plain, no irony, no excuse, just a simple question, so pure that people could not blame.

"Then why do you save me? Why don't you let me die together." Subai raised an arm and blocked her eyes.

"You are crying? Why are you crying? Shouldn't it be fun to be able to survive? Sometimes I really can't understand you humans."

The demon who can take away thousands of lives without hesitation stands on the boat, looking down at his crying friend,

"Human beings are really interesting. Maybe I should try to perceive this world with a human body. Maybe this will breed real human emotions and understand your world. Otherwise, even if I become like again, looking at you will always look like another shore. On the sidelines, joys and sorrows are like illusions."

After experiencing such painful human sorrows and joys, Subai, who had lost his family and had nothing to worry about, began to devote himself to practicing, but Danluo, who was transformed into a human form, became fond of playing the world.

Fortunately, they still regarded each other as friends, and the cannibal monster even endured it for a lifetime in order to make a promise to a friend.

The illusion in front of him disappeared, and the gray-haired Subai stood in front of Yuan Xiang'er, the old man who had been through the world's winds and frosts and watched all the world, and returned a gentle and loving smile to the world.

"I know that after I die, Dan Luo will no longer abide by the agreement with me. He will definitely be evil in the world. As a human being, he has to stop him." The old Subai said, "But I think the human mage in this world, Perhaps only you will be a little bit tolerant towards him at the end. So I deliberately entered your dream and invited you to Lianghe Town."

His figure disappeared and turned into a ray of white light, leading the small boat towards the other side of the river.

The stars in the sky are drooping, the river is blue like a mirror, where the water and the sky meet, the Crystal Palace and the Biluo Palace are faintly exposed, where the fairy sounds are misty, surrounded by smoke and clouds, and the sound of joy and play can be heard from afar.

...

The world outside the picture scroll,

Zhang Dong'er stared at the painting for a long while, and said hesitantly, "Sister Axiang is not inside. I feel that she has gone to a place full of water."

"There is water everywhere?" Nanhe frowned. The intersection of Yuanshui and Youshui on Lianghe Town is where the water source is most abundant.

"I'll go out and have a look, I'll bother you to stay here, and our friends will come over soon." Nan He confessed to Zhang Xun.

Before Zhang Xun could react, he watched the handsome man in front of him exert his strength under his feet, and he went straight into the blue sky through the broken skylight on the roof, and disappeared in a flash.

"This... this one?" Zhang Xun stammered and asked his five-year-old niece.

"This one has a tail and ears," Dong'er gestured. "The kind that is very beautiful and cute. It was him that my sister held in her arms before."

Zhang Xun was too late to absorb everything. Outside the courtyard, a man with long hair and loose hair fell down.

"Where is Axiang? What happened?" The man turned his narrow phoenix eyes and looked inside.

A teenager with a braided red rope and golden boots appeared on the eaves, "Where's Axiang? But come to Lianghe Town, where did you hide my house Axiang?"

Immediately afterwards, a few people in fancy costumes fell out of thin air in the yard, both men and women, all of them handsome and powerful.

For a while, Zhang Xun felt that his mind, which was stiff in reading, could not keep up with the rhythm.