Poor Monk

He called him "Shen Du", not "Taoist".

The seemingly inadvertent change of name indicates a subtle change hidden in the details.

At this moment, the entire Han Jue summit fell into a strange dead silence.

Even worse than when Shen Dugang appeared.

Those who had heard some kind of rumors had their eyes widened at this time; the old fox who was used to thinking deeper was even breaking out in cold sweat.

Who would have thought?

Shen Du, who was thought to be seriously injured and dying, not only came back safe and sound, but also taught Pei Wuji a lesson as soon as he came back!

And Pei Wuji had no intention of resisting at all!

Rebellion?

fart!

Countless people around noticed that this development was not right, the eyelids of both eyes began to twitch uncontrollably, and their gazes quietly fell on those two people, but they felt that they were about to suffocate, as if they were strangled by someone's throat .

Even Yao Qing, the envoy to the right, couldn't hold back, and was slightly taken aback.

Perhaps, only Pei Wuji himself didn't notice anything abnormal.

Or maybe he didn't care at all.

He just hugged his waist, trying to change his cold posture and indifferent eyebrows and eyes with that kind of humble posture, so that he can respond to himself.

But Shen Du didn't have any special reaction.

Hearing Pei Wuji's words, he didn't even have a smile on his face, but he just looked at him as usual, his eyes looked like a god in the nine heavens.

So close, so far away.

He took Pei Wuji's hand away, then withdrew his gaze, and walked past him without saying a word.

The corner of the dark purple robe slipped through Pei Wuji's fingers without a trace.

But he suddenly felt that something had lost control, and he would no longer have it.

He watched him go by.

The footsteps were not fast, and they landed on the thick blanket without making any sound.

Calm as always.

In everyone's awe and even fear, Shen Du stepped up the steps step by step. After more than [-] days, after experiencing a life-and-death change, he finally stood in front of the throne again.

The four-foot-wide throne is carved out of black stone. Below it is a picture of eighteen layers of hell, and above it is the shape of Jiantianya and the surrounding mountains.

The armrests on both sides are smooth.

The left is a white tiger, and the right is a basalt, each with a murderous look.

Shen Du always felt that although the throne looked exquisite, it didn't reveal the slightest feeling of exquisiteness inside, but instead carried a roughness unique to the way of demons.

evil.

cold.

He stretched out his hand, and tapped his slender five fingers on the left armrest carved into a white tiger, only feeling the coldness in his hands and the loneliness in his heart.

Gu Zhao always said that his life was meaningless...

In fact, there is still some truth.

Inexplicably laughed.

The voice was very soft, and there was nothing weird about it, but at this moment, when everyone below heard it, their hearts almost trembled violently, and they all knelt down!

Creeping all over the ground!

The voice of the mountain's shout immediately resounded throughout the entire Han Jueding: "The subordinates are waiting to see the Taoist master, and welcome the Taoist master's safe return!"

Shen Du looked back, from near to far, no one dared to stand in his line of sight, they all kowtowed to him and pressed their foreheads to the ground.

They are afraid.

But he didn't take it seriously, nor was he touched, he just sat down casually.

Thick sable fur was spread on the throne, which covered the coldness of the stone throne itself, and added a bit of softness and warmth that was extremely cold and incompatible with this demon.

Shen Du doesn't like the cold, nor does he like winter.

So after sitting down, he snuggled himself into the softness, only put his right arm on the armrest, pointed at the temple on his forehead with his fingers, and leaned almost lazily.

From a distance away, no one could see clearly the expression on his face.

They were only familiar with his posture like this.

Sitting there for ten years, giving orders, taking life and death, it seems that his whole body has been integrated with that throne.

The wide cold top.

A lonely figure.

There is no one else who can overlap him with the young man who was "unsuitable to be a demon Taoist" in the past.

All kneeling.

Shen Du didn't wake them up either.

His eyes turned around, did not stay on Pei Wuji's body for a moment, but fell lightly on a certain shirtless figure that was shaking like a sieve, and then with a smile, he called out: "Master Cao."

At this moment, Cao Xin almost fainted from fright!

Ever since Shen Du lived in front of his eyes, he already knew that something was wrong.

But then Shen Du went to teach Pei Wuji a lesson.

During this period of time, he didn't dare to take a breath, he only hoped that Shen Du would deal with other things, take care of other people, and forget himself completely.

But obviously—

But wishful thinking!

Who is Shen Du? In the past ten years, no one in the whole demon world knows, who doesn't know?

Every grievance must be retaliated, evil and cruel!

Back when he was just the rudder master of the Jiangyin sub-rudder, every time he came to Jiantianya to report something, he didn't dare to look him in the eyes.Later, for the sake of superiority, I finally mustered up the courage and said a few good words, but what did I get in return?

In exchange for mocking cold eyes!

Cao Xin still remembers that look.

It is as cold and sharp as a knife, as if it can peel off the hypocritical skin wrapped around a person in an instant, and see clearly the dirty and unspeakable true thoughts in your heart.

Under these eyes, he has nothing to hide.

That time it was almost a run away.

From then on, he was both afraid and hated this young Taoist master: he was afraid of his cruel methods, and he was afraid that he would take away everything he finally owned if he was unhappy; he hated his mocking eyes, hated him for nothing. A mediocre person who killed his father and mother to seize the throne, but frequently shamed him in front of everyone...

For a moment, he felt that he should not be afraid.

After all, although what he just said is hypocritical, on the surface, it is reasonable, and no one can say that what he said is wrong!

But in fact, the cold sweat on his forehead had already dripped densely, and even wet the blanket directly below.

Cao Xin's huge and muscular body fell on the ground, and he didn't even have the courage to look up. He replied in a trembling voice, "My, my subordinate is here."

"Just now you said that if the Daoist Master is safe and sound, you would rather die than die, even if you die ten thousand times, it is not a pity."

There was a bit of vague hostility in Shen Du's eyes, but his tone of speech was unprecedentedly kind, as if he was addressing a loyal subordinate who he trusted very much.

"Are these words true?"