The villain forces me to commit suicide every day

Soon, ten days passed in the trial. Zhong Duyu was wandering around, eradicating many powerful demons for his disciples and saving many disciples.But he still didn't see Yu Hen, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, asking his disciples everywhere where he was.

Few people know who he is.

Unfortunately, during this trial, Xuan Ling took away all communication equipment and was not allowed to use spells, so he could only rely on physical skills.

Just when Zhong Duyu was distressed.

A large number of disciples ran here, their bodies covered in blood and their expressions of fear.Seeing his senior brother, he ignited hope at this moment and came to Zhong Duyu to ask for help.

"It's not good! Many red-horned demons have gathered together, and they have formed a force! Many disciples have been ambushed!"

Zhong Duyu's expression condensed and he rushed over instantly.

I saw many dead disciples on the ground, being brutally cut into pieces. In front of them were nearly ten red-horned demons, and about thirty brown-horned demons, who were cutting the flesh of the disciples and handing them over to the red horns as if they were flattering.

Zhong Duyu gritted his teeth, his face looked heavy, and the thing he feared most happened.He kept wandering around just to prevent the loose sand from condensing, but no matter how hard he tried alone, there would always be groups of soldiers forming in corners that he couldn't see or take care of.

A dying disciple on the ground stretched out his hand to Zhong Duyu, "Senior Brother...save me..."

But the next second, Hongjiao crushed his hand with a kick and kicked it away in disgust.Seeing Zhong Duyu standing in front angrily, he sneered: "Brothers, there is another food delivery person."

Zhong Duyu's face was stern, his eyes were sharp, and he was pointing at a group of demons with a wooden branch. The cold wind was blowing the hem of his clothes, and he looked so arrogant and fearless that people couldn't help but be afraid.

This wooden branch has been used to this day and has never been broken at all. Few demons can withstand more than a few attacks in front of him.

He immediately rushed forward without hesitation, with a strong attitude of annihilating them all.

Anyone who sees it will think, is he crazy? There are so many demons on the opposite side, isn't he afraid of death?

The red-horned demons looked at each other, and suddenly burst into harsh laughter. They looked at the guy who was about to die mockingly, and shouted: "Brothers! Eat him! Why don't you learn how the world does it and bake it?" he!"

As a result, the demon's neck was pierced by a sharp branch in the next second, and then he was thrown to the ground.Zhong Duyu's face was stained with blood, and without stopping for a moment, he killed many demons in succession before they could react.

His movement skills are elegant and he specializes in dealing with red corners, achieving quick victory.But now he could only use physical skills, and he was unable to fight against so many demons. Gradually, he couldn't resist anymore, but he still didn't retreat. The white clothes on his body were stained with a lot of blood, and every step he took left a bloody footprint.

At this time, a red-horned demon attacked from behind, transformed into a claw, and one of its claws was about to pierce Zhong Duyu's heart. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and blocked it in time, but the branch shattered instantly.

He was hit hard by claws from his shoulders to his chest and flew backwards.

The red-horned demon clan was so frightened that his heart pounded: "Fuck! This kid really doesn't want his life! He killed so many of our brothers!"

"Now he is seriously injured, let's kill him!"

Zhong Duyu was half-kneeling on the ground, with not a single piece of flesh on his body. His sharp eyes and strong aura prevented these demons from coming forward.

Seeing that Zhong Duyu was about to continue attacking, he locked his sights on the nearest Hongjiao, and suddenly a roar broke out from behind.

"Zhong Duyu! Are you fucking sick!?"

I saw Yu Hen, whom I hadn't seen for many days, running over in embarrassment. He was covered in tree leaves, as if he had just come out of the mud. He rushed forward and picked up Zhong Duyu without caring. .

"You are the only one who is great! You are the only one who is awesome! You are the only one who seeks death every day!"

Zhong Duyu groaned in pain and said: "The demon clan's army is still very small now. We must annihilate Hongjiao as soon as possible, so that we won't..."

"Shut up!" Yu Hen yelled and used crazy escape techniques to avoid the pursuit of the demons behind him. "Which one should you annihilate, or should they annihilate you first?"

Just like that, Yu Hen completely ignored his image and ran around with Zhong Duyu on his back, evading them for a whole day and night before getting rid of the demons.

In the end, Huang Tian paid off and finally found a secret cave. Yu Hen threw Zhong Duyu to the ground, pinched his waist and gasped: "Do you have the spirit of self-sacrifice? In that kind of situation, if I hadn't come, You’re going to fight until you die, okay!”

Zhong Duyu leaned against the wall with a pale face, helplessly retorting: "Isn't this the duty that a senior brother should do..."

"Go to hell!" Yu Hen grabbed his collar, glared at him and cursed, "Did my dad brainwash you again?"

"He talks about destroying the demons every day and it is your responsibility to protect the disciples. These are all fucking bullshit!"

"You don't care about your own safety and devote yourself to it. Then you are just a tool, okay? Aren't you looking for that crane! Who the hell will look for you if you die? I will look for you?!"

"Look, you have saved so many people, who will save you in the end! Isn't it all me? What's the use of saving them -"

Zhong Duyu hesitated to speak, and finally turned his head without refuting, as if he was letting him scold him.

Before Yu Hen could vent his resentment, he put a hand on Zhong Duyu's shoulder, his fingers dug into the flesh, blood flowed out, and the scab was finally torn open.

But Zhong Duyu didn't even hum. His body was trembling slightly and his face was almost transparent.

Yu Hen gritted his teeth harder and harder, until the bones were visible, and Zhong Duyu groaned in pain. He stretched out his hand to grab the other person's hand that was pressing the wound, and said in a weak voice: "Let go..."

But Yuhen still didn't let go. He felt that only by letting Zhong Duyu know some pain could he wake up. He sneered: "Look, you are also in pain. You are a human now. When you die, who will treat you as a human being?" Huh? It’s just a handful of ashes, you can scatter them wherever you want.”

"You are a good person, and you treat everyone the same. You are loved by your classmates, and you are what the teacher calls the proud son of the emperor. So many expectations are placed on you, heavier than mine, but you carry them. I can not."

Yu Hen pulled his hand out of the flesh and blood in Zhong Duyu's shoulder. His hand was full of blood, his air pressure was low, and his expression was hidden in the darkness and was difficult to distinguish.He took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhong Duyu's face. In front of Yu Hen, he pulled off his clothes, revealing the wound on his shoulder, which extended to his chest, which was shocking.

There are many medicinal herbs in the mountains now, but they are also full of demons. It is very dangerous to go out now.

Suddenly Yu Hen walked out, and Zhong Duyu asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Yu Hen turned his face away, scratched his head and said angrily: "I'm looking for some medicinal herbs for you!"

Zhong Duyu pursed his lips and suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

"What are you doing?" Yu Hen turned his head irritably, but who knew that Zhong Duyu stood up directly and approached him, exposing half of his chest. The smell of blood was mixed with the smell of snow lotus, and it was cold and fragile, which made people's heads spin. faint.

Zhong Duyu took out a white feather from his storage bag, which was left by the crane. He solemnly tied it around Yu Hen's waist with a serious expression.

Yu Hen was stunned and said in bewilderment: "What is this?"

Zhong Duyu lowered his eyes and said, "The birth feather left by my mother."

Yu Hen was speechless, and he waved his hands quickly: "What are you doing to me? If your mother knows, don't beat me to death!"

"It's not for you." Zhong Duyu raised his head and said, "I will take it back after you finish gathering the herbs."

Yu Hen: "..."

"Oh."

After that, it was not until dark that Yu Hen collected the herbs. He was more or less injured. The first thing he said when he came back was: "These feathers are so powerful, they helped me block a lot of harm!"

"A person as useless as me can still unleash such powerful moves, but those who bully me are stunned, hahaha."

Zhong Duyu's mouth curled up when he heard this.

After applying herbal medicine to the injury, Zhong Duyu didn't ask for Bai Yu back, and Yu Hen didn't take the initiative to return the feather.

Everyone seems to have their own thoughts.

At midnight, Yu Hen suddenly said in the darkness: "Zhong Duyu. Do you like people?"

Zhong Duyu didn't say anything for a long time. When Yu Hen looked over, he saw that the other person was half-conscious with his eyes closed tightly, and his face was covered in cold sweat. It must have been because the wound was too painful.

Yu Hen didn't ask any more questions and waited quietly for the night to pass.

"will not."

...

The trial was over soon, thanks to Zhong Duyu who killed many disciples along the way and helped many disciples. Although many people died, all those who were left behind were elite geniuses.

Xuan Ling said: "This is a strong and weak screening."

Zhong Duyu once again became the focus of everyone's attention, but no one remembered Yu Yu, and Xuan Ling didn't even look at him with any charity.

Another three months passed like this, and finally it broke out on this day.

Yu Hen suddenly sent him a summons and asked him to come over.

When Zhong Duyu came to the secret room, a sharp sword suddenly appeared on his chest.

If in normal times, anyone who dares to raise a sword like this is either provoking or seeking death, Zhong Duyu would usually beat the opponent until his teeth fall out and beg for mercy, but this time Zhong Duyu did not take action.

Because the one holding the sword is the one with lingering hatred.

At this moment, Yu Hen's eyes were empty, there were obvious slap marks on his cheeks, his hair was messy, and his clothes were in tatters, as if he had gone crazy.

Zhong Duyu frowned slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

Yu Hen murmured: "I really can't bear it..."

"I still can't stand this differential treatment."

"I don't want my talent to be so poor. Why do I have to be forced to grow up..."

Zhong Duyu stepped forward and said anxiously: "Did the master tell you something?"

Zhong Duyu thought that Yu Hen called him here because he wanted to kill him, but Yu Hen actually turned the sword blade towards him, handed the hilt to him, and held the blade tightly in his hand, bleeding.

Yu Hen smiled and said, "Can you kill me?"

Zhong Duyu's pupils tightened, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword and tried to snatch it away, but Yu Hen held on tightly, and there was a deathly aura all over his body. It was obvious that he was serious about it.

"I'll go talk to the boss, don't do anything stupid."

Later, Zhong Duyu forcefully blocked his spiritual power and took away some sharp weapons. When he was about to go out, Yu Hen said behind him.

"I don't like my name. Most children's names carry hope, but mine is filled with unforgettable hatred."

"I was actually born by my mother a long time ago, but I was sealed until my father unblocked me more than ten years ago. I am a useless waste who cannot be seen in the light."

……

In the end, Zhong Duyu didn't continue talking. Thinking about it, you know that Yu hated himself for losing his spiritual power, so he used the most direct way to die, hanging himself alive.

Zhong Duyu: "...For me, it was my brother who died. For the leader, it was my son who died. And for all the disciples, it was an insignificant person who died. No one will remember him."

Qin Yao felt very sorry for this. He already knew from a few words that Yu Hen had other thoughts about Zhong Duyu, but unfortunately... Zhong Duyu only had brotherly feelings for him.

Zhong Duyu looked up, his expression dimmed for a moment before returning to normal, and he said, "I gave you a white feather."

Qin Yao was stunned, and then realized that the first time he met Zhong Duyu was on the martial arts training ground. The opponent insisted on fighting and hung a white feather on his waist.

But he later put it in the storage bag, and now that he knows the story of Zhong Duyu, then this white feather must be from the crane's head!

Qin Yao quickly took out the white feather from his storage bag and accidentally saw the small wooden bird in the corner. His eyes darkened for a moment and he didn't look at it again. He handed the white feather back to Zhong Duyu, "I'll give this back to you. You I think we won’t be fighting each other anymore, so there’s no need to…”

"No." Zhong Duyu shook his head, looked at him solemnly, and said, "Bai Yu chose you."

"This is the first time I met you. In addition to wanting to have a discussion with you, the other point is that Bai Yu has a connection with the blood in your body."

"This comes from the natural surrender of demon beasts to superiors."

Qin Yao's hands froze and he asked doubtfully: "But I...didn't inherit the Suzaku bloodline at that time?"

Zhong Duyu shook his head in confusion. He didn't know the reason either, and later laughed at himself: "I thought I could become a 'savior', but I don't have the qualifications."

"I seem to see hope in you. But the leader once said that you must pay a price."

"Maybe you can change everything."

Qin Yao was silent, pursed his lips, looked at the teacup in his hand, and smiled bitterly.

The cost is obvious.

Zhong Duyu frowned and said: "Perhaps you have your own difficulties. But please, remember that spirit..."

Qin Yao nodded solemnly. When he found a way to deal with Emperor Shengheng, he would dismantle the system and let him spit out his soul.

Afterwards, the two met face to face and discussed the next plan to fight against the demon.

...

In the deep cave in the back mountain of Tanzhou, a dense hidden killing array is arranged outside. Any intruder will be killed in an instant.

Inside the cave, the ice is biting and there are frozen crystals everywhere, just like an ice tomb.

Xuan Ling was suspended in the air, his white hair scattered and dancing in the invisible wind. He closed his eyes tightly and seemed to have hit a bottleneck, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Han Tianzhang was in the ice cave next door. He heard the sound and came over. The sword energy dancing wildly around him dissipated. He said seriously: "Master, don't rush."

Xuan Ling's veins popped out, and a powerful wave suddenly erupted. The ice cave shook for a moment, and he raised his head and smiled wildly: "Hahahaha, I am really old..."

"Thousands of years have passed, thousands of years have passed, and the demon clan is still prosperous, and Zhou Li's cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds. Is there still a way to survive in the world of immortality in the future!?"

Han Tianzhang helplessly looked at the master who was almost possessed by the madness. He could only say: "The young master is still in the ice tomb."

Xuan Ling's roar suddenly stopped, he calmed down, landed from the air, and said in a cold voice: "I'm just a traitor."

Deep in the cave, in the extremely cold ice, there is a huge ice coffin. Inside lies Yu Hen quietly. He is pale and has no fresh breath at all. The most eye-catching thing is the black and purple color on his neck. There were marks of strangulation, and there was a white feather on his waist.

Anyone who looked at it would think he was dead.

Suddenly, his fingers bent inadvertently.