Master, he always wants to leave me

"Enchanted Extra Story"

"No anger, I want to go back."

That always gentle voice seemed to be suppressing something, with forbearance and caution, he finally uttered his heart.

Then, the man put down his wine glass, his profile was silent under the illumination of the palace's magic fire.

Ling Wu'an, who was sitting in the main seat, stopped drinking for a moment, then he drank the glass of wine and looked at the man with a smile, with a red flame between his brows, which complemented his extraordinary handsome appearance.

He asked softly, with a frivolous smile that was not a smile.

"Master, what are you talking about?"

It is obviously a respectful word, but Lin Shuyao is a little scared.

His body trembled, his throat moved uncomfortably, but in the end he repeated what he had just said very firmly.

"Wuhan, I want to go back..."

Kacha—the wine glass in Ling Wu'an's hand was crushed abruptly like this.

The broken porcelain pieces were sharp and sharp, and for a moment, Ling Wu'an's palm was dripping with blood.

The sound startled Lin Shuyao, and he looked at Ling Wu'an in horror.

I don't know if it's because the lights are too dim, or because of other reasons, Ling Wu'an's face is extremely ugly under the dim light.

Lin Shuyao suddenly had a stick in his throat, his lips were about to open to say something, but finally they closed silently.

Until he realized that Ling Wu'an's hand was bleeding, he frowned for a moment.

He hurriedly got up and walked towards Ling Wu'an, grabbed Ling Wu'an's wrist, and forcefully opened Ling Wu'an's hand.

"What are you doing?!"

Ling Wu'an didn't speak, but just looked at his master indifferently, but opened his palm obediently under Lin Shuyao's strong force.

Lin Shuyao was angry and distressed. He bent down and picked out the fragments lightly, making sure that there were no fragments left in Ling Wu'an's wound.

In the end, his picking action became unusually heavy.

Under the dim light, Lin Shuyao sighed.

He knew that such an injury would not cause any harm to Wu'an, who had already become a Demon Lord.

The two apprentices had already grown up, so there was no need for him to worry about them.

However, he still feels distressed.

He said with difficulty: "The majestic demon... why is he having a conflict with a child..."

"Hehe, Master only has you, and he still treats me like a child."

Ling Wu'an laughed when he heard the words, he looked at Lin Shuyao with burning eyes, and his voice became extremely cold:

"Why do you still want to go back? Where are you going?"

"With me, and Shiyu, wouldn't it be good to treat this place as home?"

Ling Wu'an couldn't imagine that Master was still so naive until now.

"Are you still counting on Ling Wuzheng to recognize you as a master?"

"Shut up! Wu'an, am I really your master in your heart?"

Lin Shuyao's thin body was trembling with anger, and he slapped Ling Wu'an directly.

Then, Lin Shuyao looked at his trembling hand, his eyes were full of surprise, he took a few steps back in disbelief, and distanced himself from Ling Wu'an.

Ling Wu'an's face was severely slapped to the side, he blinked, and wanted to laugh but the wound on the corner of his mouth was involved. After clicking his tongue in pain, he didn't seem to care about Lin Shuyao, he just stuck out his tongue and licked the broken hole. There was no anger or complaint at the corners of his mouth.

His eyes fell deeply on the ground above the hall.

"Master, do you still remember what you said before?"

"You said, you won't hit me again in the future."

"You broke your promise, Master."

"No anger, I..."

Lin Shuyao's mood became frustrated, and he wanted to lean over to apologize to Ling Wu'an, but when he thought of what Ling Wu'an had just offended, he finally shook his heavy head, he couldn't compromise now.

"Sorry, no anger."

Lin Shuyao seemed to be driven to the end of despair, and even his voice became ethereal. After so much, he was already covered in scars and exhausted.

Only, that glimmer of hope supported him to live.

"I promised Wu Zheng that I would go back and find him."

"At the beginning, I left him alone in Taiyi Palace..."

"You are different, there is Shi Yu, and there are thousands of followers in the Demon Realm."

"And him, only me."

Lin Shuyao narrowed his eyes and said sadly.

"This is all an excuse! Master, you have become a demon now. If you are a demon cultivator, if you go to Taiyi Palace, Ling Wuzheng will kill you."

The evil spirit in Ling Wu'an's eyes soared, and he tried his best to control the coercion around him. He knew that Lin Shuyao had always been soft-hearted, but now Ling Wuzheng who has become the Dao of Heaven is no longer the Ling Wuzheng he used to be.

Ling Wuzheng would definitely kill the possessed master.

And he will never allow such a thing to happen!

"I know, but... I love him... I know this kind of thing is so dirty, but... I can't control myself."

"I love him, no hatred."

Lin Shuyao's tears flowed down.

With tears in his eyes, he laughed at himself, and said to Ling Wu'an.

This sentence was like a bomb, abruptly turning all Ling Wu'an's thoughts into a blank.

He looked at Lin Shuyao in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock.

The expression on his face was broken in an instant, full of astonishment.

Impossible, how could master like senior brother?

Those rumors turned out to be true...

Impossible, impossible, impossible.

Ling Wu'an took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and soon he opened them, as if he didn't see the tears on Lin Shuyao's face, a faint smile hung on his face again.

"Master, what are you kidding? You and him are both men. Even if Master has a hidden disease...how could it be...to fall in love with a man."

He pursed his lips and smiled calmly, but his deep eyes looked at the man in front of him motionlessly.

"Master, you must have made a mistake."

Ling Wu'an narrowed his eyes dangerously. He didn't believe that Master would feel taboo and be shamed by the world for Ling Wuzheng, but his first reaction was that Master must have been bewitched by something to say such an embarrassing thing. His panicked words.

This kind of appalling thought must be suppressed in Master's heart early.

But it turned out that the brainwashing he used magic did not have any effect on Lin Shuyao.

Lin Shuyao didn't say anything, he just looked at Ling Wu'an pretending to be calm, until finally, he closed his eyes in disappointment and recognized a fact.

Ling Wu'an didn't want to believe him.

This saddened him more than anything.

It turned out that no one would really support him...

He made up his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, his always soft eyes were full of clarity.

However, this clarity inexplicably made Ling Wu'an feel uneasy.

Something in his heart told him that something bad was going to happen.

It wasn't until many years later that Ling Wu'an realized that the voice was telling him that he would lose the person in front of him.

Ling Wu'an had fantasized thousands of times before, if he could have sensed Master's death mood earlier at this moment, then maybe everything after that would not have happened.

It's a pity that there will be no second time in life.

Lin Shuyao walked past Ling Wu'an in this way, with no expression on his delicate face, fluttering clothes, like a gust of breeze, and no one could catch a trace.

Ling Wu'an seemed to sense something, his pupils shrank, he hurriedly got up, caught up with Lin Shuyao in a few steps, grabbed Lin Shuyao's wrist, and wanted to keep Lin Shuyao, but Lin Shuyao slapped him hard. throw off.

For a moment, he only saw Lin Shuyao cast a forbidden spell on him with his backhand. He was caught off guard and limp on the ground limply.

This kind of confinement can be broken within a quarter of an hour by Ling Wu'an, but now he can only watch Lin Shuyao leave.

At this moment, Ling Wu'an only felt that his heart was so cold that it made his heart palpitate. He saw Lin Shuyao was about to leave with the sword and begged. He didn't care about the dignity of the Demon Lord, and he was full of despair.

"Master, I beg you...don't go, don't leave me..."

Lin Shuyao seemed to turn around because of Ling Wu'an's begging, and took a look at Ling Wu'an.

"Master, Ling Wuzheng has banned the Dao of Heaven, and lost all emotions and desires long ago.

"

"For him, you are not his master, but the monster he wants to kill in this world!"

"He will kill you!"

Ling Wu'an seemed to be grasping at the last straw, he firmly grasped the corner of Lin Shuyao's clothes, and explained.

However, no matter what Ling Wu'an said, he found that his master was always looking at him softly, which made him tighten Lin Shuyao's clothes.

"Don't be like this...Master, don't be so cruel..."

In the end, Lin Shuyao's watery and gentle eyes were filled with apology, but his eyes were clear to the bottom.

"Sorry, no anger."

Although, he has never done anything to apologize to Ling Wu'an.

Lin Shuyao made up his mind, turned and left, the corners of his clothes were torn little by little, until finally the fabric made a sound of being overwhelmed and was completely torn.

Ling Wu'an only had a solitary corner of his clothes left in his hand.

"No! I won't listen! I won't listen! Don't go!!"

This sentence of sorry made Ling Wu'an completely lose his mind, he clenched the corner of his clothes tightly, roaring angrily, roaring angrily.

But his anger and his persuasion are nothing at this moment.

It was the first time he tasted such heart-piercing pain, it was a million times more painful than anything before.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Lin Shuyao still left Yu Jian without looking back at him.

Ling Wu'an's eyes were red, and when he was about to waste his mana and forcibly broke through Lin Shuyao's forbidden spell, a graceful woman in bright red neon dress came out from the back of the hall.

Looks like it's been there for a while.

The woman wore a thin veil, her beautiful face was faintly visible, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, she walked slowly to Ling Wu'an's side, and helped Ling Wu'an up.

"Shi Yu, quickly stop my master!"

Ling Wu'an suddenly had hope, he pleaded to Qing Shiyu, tears seemed to be faintly visible in the corner of his eyes, this is his rare fragility.

It was the first time for Lian Qing Shiyu to see Ling Wu'an like this.

But she just looked at Ling Wu'an silently, turning a blind eye to his pleading for help.

She lowered her eyes, her thin white hands trembled, she reached out persistently, and pulled the corner of the clothes out of Ling Wu'an's hand bit by bit.

Finally, under Ling Wu'an's unbelievable eyes, she burned the corner of Lin Shuyao's clothes.

"Do not!!--"

The woman gently stroked Ling Wu'an's cheek with both hands, her eyes were full of affection, regardless of the struggle and pain of her sweetheart.

Her vermilion lips parted slightly, and her charming voice sounded in the huge hall.

"My lord, he shouldn't have stayed in the Wanmo Palace."

"roll!"

Ling Wu'an didn't agree with her at all, his angry eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to swallow Qing Shiyu fiercely.

Qing Shiyu was a little startled by this look, but when she thought about the impact Lin Shuyao's stay would have on her relationship with Ling Wu'an, this timidity disappeared without a trace.

She worked hard and hoped that Ling Wu'an could recognize the facts and stop being bewitched by Lin Shuyao.

"Master, people's words are terrible, Lin Shuyao must never stay by your side."

"To shut up!"

"He is a monster, neither male nor female, don't you feel disgusted?"

"shut up!!"

"Young master, Shi Yu is sincerely for your own good! Why can't you see my good!"

The expression on Ling Wu'an's face disappeared, and his eyes became unpredictable, as if even he was moved by Qing Shiyu's words, he didn't say a word, and fell silent.

Qing Shiyu's voice finally choked up uncontrollably, she was very sad, sad, but hated.

She hated Lin Shuyao for occupying too much of Ling Wu'an's life.

She hated herself for being so despicable and shameless, and she was able to retain Ling Wu'an by such low-grade means.

She was still afraid, afraid that Lin Shuyao would continue to be by Ling Wu'an's side and would take Ling Wu'an away from her.

"Even if he died at the hands of Ling Wuzheng, he was willing."

"Just like me."

Qing Shiyu spoke dismally, and finally she lowered her head and kissed Ling Wu'an's temple, with a sweet and beautiful smile on her lips.

Soft hands stroked Ling Wu'an's face, with indelible tenderness, as if wanting to appease Ling Wu'an.

However, no matter how hard Qing Shiyu hugged Ling Wu'an and told him his heart, Ling Wu'an in her arms only felt that his heart was getting colder and colder.

It gets colder by the minute until it loses any warmth.

No one will really treat him well.

The ridiculous thing is that the only person in the whole world who really treats him well has just abandoned him.

Qing Shiyu didn't really treat him well, she started to approach him only because of the remaining blood of the Demon Lord on his body.

Everyone approached him and flattered him with so-called interests and purposes.

Only when he was still an ignorant child and had nothing, a Taoist priest named Lin Shuyao once extended his hand to him and showed a loving smile.

He accepted him as an apprentice, worked hard for him, and finally became enchanted by him.

He didn't understand why...his master fell in love with Ling Wuzheng.

As long as the master says that the person he likes is Ling Wu'an... even if it's just for the kindness that the master has given him in nurturing him for many years, he is willing to bear the infamy of violating ethics and morality,

at all costs.

But, why did Master like Ling Wuzheng?

What I like is the cold and taciturn Ling Wuzheng.

everything is gone...

Ling Wu'an closed his eyes, letting himself choke like a child in Qing Shiyu's arms.

He eventually lost the person who loved him the most.

In the dilapidated Taoist temple back then, the walls were painted red and mottled, and the fragrance of elm rice was faintly diffused.

The gentle man sitting under the elm tree stretched out his hand and hugged them together with a smile, his expression soft.

It was their home...the only home.

There are elm trees, there are dilapidated walls, there are them, and Master.

When he recovered his mana, pushed Qing Shiyu away, and rushed to Taiyi Palace with all his strength, he saw a familiar figure fall from the top of Taiyi Palace.

It was the body of his master, Lin Shuyao.

And Master's chest was being pierced by Ling Wuzheng's sword.

Do not--

At that moment, all the blood in his body was drained, like falling into an abyss.

He rushed over, trying to catch the master's body, but was split open by a sword light, blood gushed out from his arm, and Lin Shuyao's body also fell into Ling Wuzheng's hands.

Ling Wu'an's eyes were shattered, and he looked angrily at the man who fell from the sky and took away Lin Shuyao's body. Ling Wuzheng was dressed in white, with a cold face, like a god who does not eat fireworks in the world, aloof.

He was so furious that he drew his sword and stabbed at Ling Wuzheng.

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are fatal. Ling Wuzheng didn't give any response. He came with a blank face and raised his sword. Both sides were fighting to the death.

In the end, being seriously injured, Ling Wu'an half-kneeled on the ground, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness gushed out from the depths of his throat.

The body in Ling Wuzheng's arms had already lost its temperature.

Ling Wu'an was full of hatred and pain. He wanted to tear Ling Wuzheng into pieces, but he, who had just stepped into the realm of Demon Lord, couldn't compare with Ling Wuzheng, who had already become the Dao of Heaven.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hurt Ling Wuzheng.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

He was completely messed up but raised his head and laughed loudly, looking at Ling Wuzheng with incomparable resentment and extreme coldness, his voice was vicious and terrifying like a snake.

"I swear by my blood that I will never die without a fight with Tian Daoling in this life."

He cursed Ling Wuzheng with the most vicious oath.

"Ling Wuzheng, you are doomed to be lonely and widowed forever. If you get your love, you must suffer the pain of losing it."

"Forever and ever, you don't even want to get him!"

Master, will you be a little happier this way, he will never get what he loves...

It's like...you can never wait for his response...

Ling Wuzheng in white on the opposite side turned his back to him, hugged Lin Shuyao's body in his arms, and left the seriously injured Ling Wu'an to leave.

Only Ling Wu'an was left helpless, watching Ling Wuzheng take Lin Shuyao's body away with his own eyes, and finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell into a coma.

From then on, he and Ling Wu fought without end.

——"Into the Demon" Extra Story Brothers and Brothers

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by out of reach

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