Help! The ascetic and cold senior brother is actually a fallen demon villain

"Bai...Bai, Bai Tan."

Why does his eyes look so scary?

His Royal Highness the Prince knows things like a god, and he really reacts to Bai Tan!

"What is resurrection?" Xing Changjie's hand holding Nianfeng trembled slightly, and his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, dumb and dry, "You'd better explain it to me clearly, otherwise..."

The believer laughed, with a tentative tone, and carefully observed his micro-expression, "Don't you know, in order to protect his sister Bai Qiao, Bai Tan has long been destroyed, unable to die, and died when you left Tianbei Pinnan Zhihe, that year when I went to Cangyao Tianhe Sect."

"..." He wanted to say, but he didn't believe it, but.

The cold wind blew through the wrinkled clothes of the handsome young man, causing his messy hair to flutter slightly. His dark eyes were filled with a subtle and imperceptible desolation, containing endless sadness.

The people he sent out have been looking for her for so many years, but there has been no news. There is no news that the girl is deceased, and there is no news confirming her existence.

At this time, he was in a weak state of mind. The believers seized this point and said, "Bai Tan is very important to you, right? The condition given by our Shenguang Sect is to help you resurrect Bai Tan. Lingbo Cave among the three major families has already Officially joining, Young City Lord, how about we join forces?"

I don't hear the stars for a long time, my expression is numb, and I look up at the moonlight for no reason.

That gaze seems to have traveled through the vicissitudes of time, roaming in the world of mortals, across thousands of mountains and rivers, far away from the hustle and bustle through the barrier, and pursuing the boundless distance.

But there is no misty moon.

"How does the Lord God plan to resurrect."

This is a statement, not a question.

There is a play!

The believer said with excitement, "Bai Tan is the daughter of Emperor Fengdu and a pure-blooded Nether Clan. We have a way to find a large number of souls, and then use the power provided by the souls to reshape the body and give you back a sixteen-year-old with flesh and blood." Such a beautiful woman!"

"..." It is a very tempting condition for Xingchang Festival.

However, he curled his lips and smiled miserably, his face was extremely pale, and there was no trace of light in his eyes. With a move of his wrist, he wiped the believer's neck with a knife!

Xing Changjie tilted his head slightly, his cold white jade face stained with a little blood, and a few strands of hair hanging down from his forehead, looking lonely and fragile.

It's ridiculous. Emperor Fengdu, the leader of the Nether Clan, couldn't resurrect his daughter. Would he believe such a ridiculous idea?

"Pa-ta--" Nian Feng's falling sound was particularly crisp.

Xing Changjie firmly grasped the accessories on the Nianfeng Sword he had just pulled off, opened the door of the Accord, and rushed out with purpose.

……

The heavy rain was coming fiercely, pouring down on the ground and splashing countless water splashes. Thick black clouds squeezed the sky, and they seemed to be heavy and about to fall.

"Hey, Ayan, it's raining. It's all your fault for taking so long."

In a certain high-end teahouse, a cold and elegant beauty pressed her arms against the mahogany railing and stretched out her white palms to catch the pouring raindrops.

The black-haired woman rarely smiles, and the lively goose-yellow skirt does not appear playful. Instead, it accentuates her cold temperament, creating a sense of distance from others.

Hei Ming crossed his legs and sipped tea gracefully while listening to the rhythmic sound of rain outside, "I only talked to you for half an hour, but you chose the wrong time."

He was not in a hurry to return to the palace, because Bai Qiao was not here and she went to Chage.

Just now they were discussing the next actions of Danyue Divine Palace and where they should weaken the Shenguang Sect's combat power.

Geng Jing hummed softly, and used his spiritual power to conjure an umbrella. He made a farewell gesture to him with a smile on his face, "I also have something to do, so I won't tell you anymore. I have to go back to the inn to find Chang Jie. You can take your time." Drink slowly, I paid for it."

Heiming raised his eyes and responded perfunctorily. He opened his goggles and oiled paper umbrella and walked briskly.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and people are coming and going on the streets.

Those who didn't have an umbrella would seek shelter for a while. There was only a white figure walking in the rain, and she recognized the familiar figure at once.

Long festival?

Xing Changjie's pure-colored robe was instantly wetted by the rain and clung to her body. Her thin back disappeared at the unguarded city gate.

"..." Feng Jing always felt that he was strange and felt worried. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to hide his aura and follow him silently.

Following Xing Changjie to a river in the suburbs, he found an extremely secluded cabin by familiar routes.

The wooden house is dilapidated. Both the indoor and outdoor appliances are covered with dust. It has obviously been uninhabited for many years.

The man stood in the small room, rainwater dripping from his water-filled clothes. There was a mechanical and dull look in his wandering eyes, as if his soul had been sucked out, and he looked like he was lost.

Xing Changjie spread out his palms, and the knotted tassels taken off the sword were not even wet. The helpless young man's voice was sour and painful, and he softly called out: "Bai Tan..."

Outside the house, the woman felt like she had been hit in the head, unable to think for a moment.

She stood there blankly, as if the world was collapsing beneath her feet.

What... Bai Tan?

She covered her mouth and nose with goggles, not daring to make a sound for fear of being noticed by him.

It is not recommended to hang accessories on a monk's natal weapon, as this may affect the feel and performance in battle.

She once asked him why he hung ornaments on his natal sword, but Xing Changjie always kept silent.

A string was suddenly touched in his heart. When he realized something, the tip of his nose felt sore. He choked and almost swallowed with the difficulty in his throat.

She opened her eyes hollowly, and tears kept pouring out, like a ruthless torrent, and finally fell down weakly.

[Senior Sister Feng, your ending is too tragic. I kindly remind you despite the risk that you are just a stand-in. Senior Brother Changjie has someone else in his heart. Don’t put too much real emotion into the man. 】

The words Luo Yunshu once said to her suddenly rang in Feng Jing's mind.

It turned out that what she said was true. There was always another person living in his heart.

What about her? Who is she? Bai Tan's substitute?

Before, she mistakenly thought that the person was the senior sister, and occasionally made things difficult for the senior sister, plus verbally mocking her.

She was wrong.

His face was extremely pale, his closed eyes were so full of tears that his trembling eyelashes seemed to be soaked in water, and a trace of blood oozed from his tightly biting lips.

The whisper of her sweetheart was like a sharp dagger piercing her heart. The pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe and couldn't bear it.

Showa Palace

Hei Ming, who used a space jump to reach the palace instantly, took off his foggy coat, picked up a spare gown, and went out to find Bai Qiao.

Unexpectedly, there was someone outside the door.

Seeing that face, Hei Ming was very shocked, "Goggles? Why are you..."

Will she still cry?

Would a person who was bitten by an evil beast in a devil's cave and didn't cry out in pain cry like this?

The drowned woman was in a very embarrassed state, her clothes were wet and stuck to her skin. She had been exposed to the rain for an unknown amount of time and had been standing there for how long.

She gave a forced smile, and it was difficult to tell whether the water marks on her face were rain or tears.

"A Yan, I want to go back to the devil world."