After completing level 1, Tiandao wants to hire me as CEO?

The life of a monk is very long, and he will experience countless things. It is normal to have secrets.

It is a common practice that everyone will not easily inquire into other people's past and background.

What's more, before Xie Qingyun came to ask Tianzong, Jiang Weimian had already accepted Ling Xiao and the others as his disciples.

Since she was a relative who had watched her grow up, how could she get to the bottom of it and do those things that ruined the friendship?

I had never looked into it further, so I was surprised by the identity of the descendants of the Shura clan in Lingyu. It was just a surprise.

After all, her own apprentice will be a demon king, a mad emperor, a ghost king, a demon king, a dragon king, a leader of evil cultivators, and a scourge that brings peace to the four realms.

Each of them is a top evil force bent on subverting the world!

In comparison, it is simply normal for senior brother to raise a descendant of the Shura clan!

Maybe this is the Yangtze River where the waves behind push the waves ahead, and the waves in front die on the beach?

Bah, it’s so unlucky to die!

After discovering Ling Yu's true identity, Xie Qingyun was no longer in a hurry to take action.

She calculated that this time was a catastrophe for Ling Yu and Sang Jin, and the last chance for the Shura clan to revive.

If it succeeds, the lovers will finally get married, and the Shura clan will be able to wash away its grievances and continue to live on;

If they fail, the lovers will turn against each other and become enemies, separated by life and death, and the Shura clan will completely disappear from the history of the demon clan.

*

Ling Yu never told anyone that there was always someone deep in his heart.

He didn't know who that person was, what he looked like, what his name was, what his relationship was to him, and where he lived.

No matter whether he runs the "Shangqing Heart Sutra" or "Ruoshui Purity Sutra", the thought of finding the other person will always come up when his mind is empty, and it will become more and more uncontrollable as he grows older.

It seems to be rooted in the soul and has become an indelible obsession.

Since he could go down the mountain to practice, he took action.

Search, search in the vast sea of ​​​​people, search in the dangerous mountains, search in the secret realm that opens every ten years or a hundred years.

He went from the upper world of immortality to the lower world of immortality, and then to the mortal world...

He explored inch by inch, distinguishing each person.

In more than three thousand years of life, two thousand four hundred years have been spent searching.

One time, on the way back from doing business in the Demon Realm, he unexpectedly met the defeated Demon Realm Saint.

She held the magic-breaking spear precariously, without any support behind her, but with the determination to fight to the death and not retreat.

Later, the demon soldiers in the Dream Realm retreated.

But he was not the reason for retreating.

It was the Demon Lord of the Dream Realm who believed that Sang Jin had lost this battle and the ruthless Feng Yan would never let her go. He wanted this saint who was loyal to Feng Yan to die at the hands of his loyal master.

This would be much crueler than letting her die on the battlefield.

When the army dispersed, Sang Jin, who was holding on for a breath, finally collapsed on the battlefield littered with corpses.

Ling Yu, who had always regarded human life as an ant in his heart, extended a helping hand for the first time. Even he himself didn't know why.

I just feel that the confusion I have been searching for for thousands of years is relieved at this moment.

After barely regaining his ability to move, Sang Jin staggered back to the underworld to recover. Ling Yu followed silently because of the strange feeling that he couldn't explain.

She goes, he goes.

When she stops, he stops too.

Sang Jin was a little impatient.

"Which demon king sent you here? Let me tell you, if you want to arrest me and threaten me, you should give up!"

He said nothing and looked at her with strange eyes.

Sang Jin felt depressed and turned around to speed up the journey.

Ling Yu still followed closely.

"I know you saved me, but the demons are the most ruthless and unjust, and I will not repay you. If you follow me again, I will have someone arrest you and put you in the demon palace prison!"

Ling Yu still didn't speak.

Sang Jin decided that this was a fool. Thinking that he was seriously injured and would not easily get into conflicts with others, he had no choice but to endure this and hurried on with all his strength.

Ling Yu still followed behind.

As time passed, Sang Jin couldn't bear it anymore.

"I said, what do you want to do?"

"What not to do?"

He was finally willing to speak, but what he said was so infuriating.

"Why are you still following me if you don't do anything?"

"Can't you follow?"

He frowned in thought without any frivolous expression.

This was the first time for Sang Jin to meet someone who was following someone so confidently. It was the first time in all her years as a saint in the demon world that she encountered such a big problem.

Whoever sees her is like a mouse meeting a cat?

After all, she is the sharpest knife in the Demon Lord's hand. If you encounter her, your entire clan will be destroyed if you are not careful.

Sang Jin lost the battle and was severely punished by the Demon Lord. Fortunately, she survived with tenacity.

Later, she would see the weirdo from time to time.

Having met her more often, Ling Yu's obsession that had tortured him for more than two thousand years became much lighter.

One of them doesn't understand love, and the other has never thought about love.

But the word love is never left to anyone.

They have different identities and positions.

Sang Jin can go up mountains of swords and seas of fire for the Demon Lord, but this is her own belief and meaning in life.

Everyone has different ideals. What Ling Yu learned from his master and Wentian Sect is to respect other people's choices. Whether he thinks "for her/his own good" is correct or not is a very controversial topic in this world.

Ling Yu remembered his master's teachings and did not get involved in the internal fighting of the demon clan.

Every time he came off the battlefield, Sang Jin would send a message to Ling Yu, and Ling Yu would come to the devil world to meet her.

The two celebrated that she had once again survived and once again realized her worth.

Their relationship is both strange and harmonious.

Later, the Demon Lord found out about this...

Ling Yu forcibly broke free from the restraints and rescued Sang Jin from the cage. He was holding the woman with blood all over his body, vomiting blood, as if in a daze, and chanted Sang Jin's name over and over again.

Blank memories slowly revive under the stimulation of life and death.

he is.

So is she.

*

In the main hall, waiting for Sang Jin's choice of banquet, he was a little bored, and his eyes could only fall on the maids in the side hall, whose number was less than half.

"The one with the lowest head, come here and serve me."

The thin maid raised her head timidly.

Even though the corpses of the sisters in front of her were still piled up under the throne with their eyes open, she was still captivated by the faint smile on the corner of the man's lips.

She is willing to die for him!

Even the thought of her hot heart being held in a man's big, knuckled hands made her confused and fascinated.

She straightened up slowly, took the most innocent steps in her life, and walked towards the man shyly.

She felt that she was not a succubus, but her Majesty was.

Otherwise, why could a smile fascinate her, who has inherited her talent?

"Your Majesty——"

The maid came to the steps and slowly leaned down under the man's condescending and contemptuous gaze.

The man closed his eyes slightly, placed his big hand on the maid's porcelain-white shoulder, and slowly rubbed it. When she was so angry, he gave it a hard squeeze.

The white arms were torn off by brute force, and blood spurted everywhere.

He ordered in a casual tone:

"Don't stop."

He repeated his old trick and tore off the maid's other arm.