Wearing Books as a Demon

Yaobai struggled to resist Xie Tianji's vicious attack, but the opponent's tactics were merciless, and he was bound to be killed.

The door was closed, and the aroma of the auditorium could not spread out, and it became more and more concentrated together, even obstructing the line of sight.

Amidst the smoke, mixed with black mist, there were uninterrupted shrill and desperate cries.

Ying Changlou had already moved to the door, and was hitting the door with his body when he suddenly heard Yao Bai's loud cry from behind him.

"Uncle Zhang—"

Then there was the sound of tables and chairs breaking.

"Brother Yao—" Ying Changlou quickly climbed back to protect Yao Bai, and kept driving away the black mist with his tail.

"Uncle Zhang, how are you?" Yao Bai helped Zhang Shi up, his normally calm face was full of panic.He never thought that Zhang Shi would block that fatal blow for him, obviously this person always shook his head and sighed at him.

Always...not recognizing him.

Why save him...

"Xiao Yao, don't be sad, I don't have much time, and now I can live and die with the sect, and I have fulfilled the promise I made at the beginning." Zhang Shi smiled softly, still so kind.He raised his hand.Finally, he looked sadly at the auditorium, which was like a purgatory on earth, and said slowly, "Kill him."

"Uncle Zhang..." Those kind eyes were closed forever, and two lines of tears were left in Yaobai's eyes.He clenched his teeth tightly to keep himself from crying.Then he put him down gently, wiped away his tears, and raised his sword angrily.

Ying Changlou was afraid that he would lose, so he hurriedly followed.

They no longer have the extra energy to take care of other people. Even if they heard Chen Ran's yell, Ying Changlou was at a loss for what to do at the moment.

He dodged Xie Tianji's attack, took the opportunity to look back, and saw that the stick of incense, which was as tall as a person, had been chopped into two pieces and rolled to the ground.Lying next to him was Zhao Yaming, who was out of breath, and thin black air could be seen around his body.

It seems that the two people took advantage of the chaos to destroy the source of the fragrance, and all the black mist gathered together immediately, and then condensed into a figure.

In his 30s, his hair is still white.

Xie Tianji didn't have the initial smile on his face, he gritted his teeth and glared at the person who ruined his good deeds, "My head actually underestimated you."

Even though this person is already a heinous murderer, the majesty of the leader of this faction still exists.Chen Ran was so scared by the vicious voice that he didn't dare to look directly at it, but Zhao Yaming laughed heartily.

"Master, the disciples who disappear every year in the inner sect probably died under your hands." A trace of blood dripped from the corner of Zhao Yaming's mouth, and he protected Chen Ran behind him.Deliberately mentioning the past to distract people's attention, the honorific title of the master is full of sarcasm.

Sure enough, Xie Tianji was fooled.Yin smiled and directly admitted the fact.So far, he has nothing to hide.

"You should kill the other elders too." Originally there were five elders in the sect, but later only one remained.Zhao Yaming was just making a bold guess, and from the admiring gaze of the other party, he knew he was right.

"The head of the sect always thought you were dull, but I didn't expect to be deceived by you." The smile on Xie Tianji's face was even bigger, and half of his white hair had turned black from the roots.At this time, he is not in a hurry to take other people's lives, but wants to slowly enjoy the pleasure of dominating other people's lives.

Only his three disciples and a snake demon are still alive, but these young lives will soon belong to him.

Thinking of this, Xie Tianji approached Zhao Yaming greedily, "Your wisdom can only last until today."

"Please advise the master." Zhao Yaming's eyes froze, he took a step forward, and took the lead in attacking.Holding the sword, he used all his strength to draw a sword qi.

The sword energy collided with a cloud of black mist, as if cutting on a copper wall and an iron wall.In an instant, it turned into a ray of light and disappeared.And the black mist penetrated directly into his body.

The only thing Zhao Yaming can do is to trap the black mist with his own body, so as not to endanger the people behind him.

"Still resisting?" Xie Tianji looked at the three struggling disciples sarcastically, the sternness in his eyes gradually deepened, "Don't worry, this sect master will send you to hell together."

As soon as he finished speaking, a force gathered in his hand again.

And behind him, a piece of light suddenly bloomed.

It wasn't that the door was opened, but the sword energy.

Yaobai's sword energy!

Xie Tianji only had time to look back before his body was split in half.His dilated pupils looked unwillingly at the young man with scales on his face, and let out a hoarse and ugly cry.

"My immortality—"

Then the hall fell silent.Then, there was the sound of the door being opened.

There was a clumsy creaking sound, and a ray of light rushed in through the crack of the door, powerfully driving away all the darkness.

Ying Changlou squinted his eyes slightly, his dark eyes glowed with a faint golden light under the sunlight.Yao Bai beside him fell to his knees exhausted.

The boy's eyes were the same as his, slightly golden.Soon, those scales disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Holding his sword, Yaobai stood up slowly.Step by step, he moved towards the old man who had fallen asleep forever.

In just a few short steps, he walked slowly and with difficulty, but he was extremely firm.The hand holding the sword was trembling, and the straight body was so thin that it seemed that it would fall down at any time.

"Uncle Zhang, Yaobai is not filial..."

Ying Changlou stood by the door, silently watching the boy kneel down, and then kowtowed three times.He knew that the stubborn boy didn't need help right now.

Therefore, he still watched Yao Bai carefully carry the old man's body on his back.Although the boy's body shook obviously when he stood up, he didn't move.

He didn't follow until Yaobai walked out of the skull field step by step with someone on his back.Gently poke the person's shoulder with the tip of the tail to show comfort.Then, stretch out the snake letter to lick away the cold tears on the other party's face.

It was really cold, colder than his snake letter.

Ying Changlou withdrew his tail and turned to look at the situation of the other two.

Zhao Yaming leaned on the steps, took out a wine glass and a small bottle of wine from his arms, and handed them to Chen Ran who was already sobbing.

"Junior Brother Chen, please pour me a glass of wine."

Same words, same tone as before.

Obviously the bottle of wine was only half the size of a palm, but Chen Ran felt that he couldn't hold it anyway.His ten fingers trembled so badly that it took the strength of his arms to barely hold the bottle of wine.

"Zhao Yaming, I've finished pouring the wine, get up and drink..." Chen Ran bit his lip, the tears in his eyes slowly dripped into the wine bottle, making a ding-dong sound, As he cried, "I beg you, get up..."

The man lying on his side next to him still maintained the posture of holding a wine glass in one hand.It's just that the person who was talking and laughing just now is already a bone of bones.

His voice was never heard again, nor his drink poured out.

Tears blurred his vision, Chen Ran didn't want to believe what he saw.The wine bottle in his hand hit the ground with a bang, making a crisp and loud sound.

The mellow wine spilled all over the floor, and together with his tears, flowed into the man's bones.

Chen Ran knelt and took a step forward, hugging the cold skeleton reverently.The voice trembled with tears, but it was extremely firm and serious, "Brother Ying, please bury us together."

Before Ying Changlou could say "OK", the person in front of him turned into a skeleton.He narrowed his eyes slightly, leaning his huge body against the door as if he had lost all strength, waiting for the uncomfortable feeling in his heart to pass.

Even if they wait for the light, they still cannot escape death.

All he can do now is to fulfill Chen Ran's wish.

When night fell, two new tombs were added to the back hill of the ancient sword gate.

The estranged moonlight shone down and hit the tombstone, with the word 'mentor' faintly visible.In front of another tombstone, there is a small wine bottle and wine glass.

There is no wine in the bottle, but it still has a faint mellow aroma.

Ying Changlou lowered his head, his dark eyes were as calm as water, tinged with sadness.

And Yao Bai beside him was kneeling on the ground, ten fingernails were stained with dirt.Usually teenagers love to be clean, but this time they are motionless, as if they didn't notice it.

"Alou, I was wrong..."

Ying Changlou knew that the young man's words were an apology to the old man who had passed away, so he bent down and kissed the young man's cheek affectionately.

The cold temperature made Yao Bai's eyes shed tears again.

The quiet night came with gusts of wind, and the wind was mixed with a puffing sound, and the green light was still faintly visible.

Hearing the sound, Yaobai wiped away his tears and caught the green dumpling, his face that had been tense all the time relaxed a little.

"Pfft, Uncle Zhang is gone. In fact, I haven't hated him all this time, all I want is his approval. But, he finally recognized me, but I can't see him anymore." The boy's voice It is getting lower and lower, and at the back, it is almost inaudible.

"Puff chirp chirp chirp." Lutuanzi chirped, her soft body rubbing against the boy's tear-stained cheek.Different from the coldness of Ying Changlou, what the wood elves brought was a warm force.

"Thank you." Yao Bai's face was no longer pale, he kowtowed three times again, and then stood up.

There was a pattering sound in the sky, it was going to rain.

Yao Bai took off his coat, and gently covered it on the tombstone.Then, he took a deep look at the tombstone, then turned and left.

Ying Changlou followed closely behind.

The dead are gone, all they have to do is to live hard.

"Alou, are you willing to be with me?" Standing in the rain, the boy's voice was unreal.

Those clear and firm eyes were very clear, and the light in them was not weakened by the increasing rain.

"Okay!" Ying Changlou nodded cautiously.

Then, I saw the corner of the boy's mouth curled up, carrying a certain convincing force.

"A Lou, I will protect you." Yao Bai looked at the man and said from the bottom of his heart.

He must become stronger, and only by becoming stronger can he protect what he wants to protect.

This road, no matter how difficult it is, he will go on.

Because there is someone who will be by his side.

Be with you all the time.