Those years when I made five scumbags cry

It was the Lord of Tianshan who questioned, but it was the magic knife who robbed people.

After he snatched the person back, he quickly returned to the side of the Lord of Tianshan, and then he knelt down carefully hugging the person who had completely lost his five senses and fell into chaos.

"I'm sorry..." The red-haired and red-eyed demon cultivator seemed to have just experienced a fierce battle, his arm was injured, and he could only hold the boy in his arms with one hand, "What's wrong with you?"

He stretched out his wounded hand nervously and wanted to caress the young man's face, but he was afraid that his own blood would stain him, so he could only turn his head and ask the Lord of Tianshan, "I'm sorry, what's wrong with him?"

The Lord of Tianshan didn't answer, but looked at Xiao Lu coldly.

He gave his younger brother the lotus seeds with his own spiritual power, knowing that he would take them out when his spiritual power was exhausted, and maintain the white lotus dharma body, so he was relieved to let him take Emperor Shun away.

In order to save Xiao Lu, he and the Demon Knife were trapped in the underground palace. After a fierce battle, the Demon Knife was wounded on his arm, and his white clothes were stained with blood. Finally, he drove the evil spirit of blood back to the Chixiao Realm, but Xiao Lu, what did he do?

When he saw the red-haired and red-eyed Moxiu, Xiao Lu's face changed slightly, and when he heard his voice, anger ignited in his golden double pupils.

Bai Luhan noticed the change in his expression, but didn't care about any grievances between him and the Demon Saber. He just took a step forward and stood in front of the Demon Saber, allowing Xiao Lu's eyes to fall on him.

"You said that my junior brother lied to you. What did he lie to you?" He looked at Xiao Lu and said coldly, "He is the first disciple of Kunlun, my junior, and the next master of Kunlun. To him, What is there to gain from you?"

To make him destroy his immortal journey in this way, almost knocking his soul out of his wits, he had to set up a so-called scam.

He said, turning his eyes again, and looked at Di Yan who was standing aside: "From the time my junior brother met you when he went down the mountain, accidents happened all the way, and finally it became like this, why do you still have the face to see him?"

Hearing the words of the Lord of Tianshan, Di Yan's expression darkened, while Xiao Lv's heart sank. He knew that Huaheng's origin must be extraordinary, but he never thought that he came from the fairy mountain Kunlun, let alone that he would be the next son of Kunlun. host.

He looked at the young man who was lying in Moxiu's arms, the more this happened, the more unreasonable Hua Heng did those things.

This person, he is Hua Heng in front of him, but he can't stand up in front of this demon cultivator, and he is Shang Ning in front of Di Yan——

Xiao Lu pursed his lips, and just wanted to ask the comatose person how many names he had, and how many sets of lies he had, so that he could fool so many people around.

The air fell into silence for a while, and the magic knife couldn't wake up the person in his arms. When he looked up, he saw that the three people were just facing each other in silence, and didn't speak at all, and anger suddenly ignited in his heart.

"Come on, look down on me." He stood up and handed him into the arms of the Lord of Tianshan, his murderous knife appeared in his hand.

In the past few days, his murderous knife had already drunk enough blood, and now it was glowing with blood as soon as it was released, and the whole knife was lingering with evil spirit: "What's the useless talk, let's fight directly."

The fierce light in Yin Xu's eyes was worse than the knife in his hand. Standing between the Lord of Tianshan and Xiao Lu, he raised his hand and pointed the knife at the former emperor: "Whoever hurts him will come!" Try Lao Tzu's knife!"

"He is Hua Heng's senior brother, who are you?" Xiao Lu looked at the red-haired and red-eyed demon cultivator with cold eyes.

That day, if it wasn't his senior brother who came in with Hua Heng to save him, but this person, he didn't know if he could still hide his anger.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the 300 years in the dark underground palace.

At the very beginning of these 300 years, he was suppressed under the formation built by the Dugu Clan, and endured the erosion from the evil spirit of blood in the dark. body.

Such humiliation made the awakened true dragon spirit in his body extremely angry, arousing more power and being sucked away by the formation, which turned into great pain and imposed on him.

He lived a life like this for a hundred years, and then this group of monsters started playing new tricks again.

They turned into everyone around him to confuse him, and reproduced the scene of the great battle in the illusion, letting him watch them die.Even though Xiao Lu's True Dragon Eyes could see through everything, watching his younger brother die in battle, the empress committing suicide, and the love of his life blew up his soul and wiped him out, repeated this again and again, shook his defenses.

He is not afraid of physical harm, even if his dragon energy is taken away and his scales are pulled out, he can bear the pain, but seeing the person he cares most about die in front of him is unbearable.

Physical pain and mental torment alternated, and when he returned to the darkness of chaos, he almost felt that it was a relief.His body has been eroded by the evil blood, and the scales on his body have turned black, but his spirit, his soul, is still the original color.

Until that day, Duguli appeared in front of him.

The figure of the young man appeared in the darkness. During these 300 years, he came only a handful of times.

He looked at the golden dragon in front of him. There were not many golden scales on the dragon's body. Among the mottled black, there were only a few glittering golden spots occasionally.

He knew that Xiao Lu had sensed his arrival, so he just stood there, sighed, and said, "I never imagined that after staying here for 300 years, you can still hold on until now."

The golden dragon opened its eyes in the darkness, and its hovering body slowly shrunk. It changed from a dragon shape back to a human shape. It fell on the ground and said in a low voice, "300 years?"

The original time has passed 300 years, the original time has only passed 300 years.

Duguli walked in front of him: "I came today to tell you a good news, there is a person you must really want to meet."

Xiao Lu didn't raise his head, who else in this world would he want to see?

However, Duguli chuckled lightly, and transformed the time and space around him with a wave of his hand. Xiao Lu only felt that the darkness he was used to in front of him suddenly turned into bright lights, and the breeze that he had never felt in hundreds of years was blowing head-on. All of a sudden closed his eyes.

He hadn't been exposed to such light for a long time, and his eyes were extremely uncomfortable, but Duguli's voice sounded in his ears, saying, "Do you think who is that?"

Xiao Lu opened his eyes and realized that the two were standing on a high place, and there was a surging crowd below.

Even among so many people, he saw that familiar figure at a glance, and suddenly felt that the time and space around him stagnated.

Huaheng... Huaheng...

The boy dressed as a girl was with a red-haired and red-eyed Moxiu, and his voice clearly reached his ears.

Xiao Lu stared at him blankly, whether it was his movements or the tone of his speech, every detail was exactly the same as the man who had been wiped out on the battlefield 300 years ago.

He is so happy that others can see through the relationship between him and this man at a glance.

Xiao Lu felt that his soul was being opened by the darkness. He had sunk in the darkness for 300 years, and no one in this world remembered him.

It is not surprising that the world will forget this short-lived emperor as dynasties change, but he... Ah Heng, how could he not remember himself at all like this?

"Do you think he should remember you?" Duguli was admiring his expression, and found it very interesting. In the past 300 years, he has used so many methods, but none of them can compare to this coincidence he discovered by accident.

1000 years ago, he set up a trick for Mo Wuxin, the patriarch of the Mo Sect, to enter the Chixiao Realm, and asked her to leave with those damaged artifacts. When she found that the reforged artifacts contained the evil spirit of blood, she had no choice. In the end, he could only die in the furnace with his own body.

More than 300 years ago, her soul was finally fully cultivated, and she re-entered reincarnation. When she was born, she was accompanied by stars and had a twin brother.It's a pity that her health was not good in this life, and she never left after entering Penglai.

19 years ago, she returned again. Just like 300 years ago, she still has an older brother in this life. One of the brothers and sisters entered Kunlun, and the other entered Yaochi. As they grew up, Shang Ning became the same as Hua Hua 300 years ago. Heng is exactly the same.

If it wasn't for him not remembering anything, the brother and sister would not be able to deal with ordinary monsters and ghosts. Duguli would have thought that Hua Heng was immortal and had returned to the world.

He is not Hua Heng, so he cannot be brought in front of Xiao Lu, after all, he does not want to attract Kunlun's attention.

But bring Xiao Lu in front of this young man who looks exactly like Hua Heng, let him watch this scene, make him think that the young man who blew himself up for him is not dead at all, and everything he has done from beginning to end is for him. The game he set up, how desperate Xiao Lv would show like that, really makes people look forward to it just thinking about it.

"You came here to calm the world, you sealed your power, and you were born as a mortal, but how did the world treat you?"

Duguli looked at Xiao Lu, and watched the expression on his face change, it was exactly as he thought, only showing a slight smile.

"The world betrays you, the world abandons you, and even the person you came to help you is to lift you to a high place step by step, and then see you fall hard, and then turn around and forget you."

"That's it, what are you going to do in this world? Why don't you restore your true dragon form and rule them with me?"

Duguli's voice lingered in his ears like a spell, and when this magician appeared, he followed him like a shadow.

Xiao Lu didn't hide his hatred for the Demon Knife, and the Demon Knife has always been used to this kind of gaze, and the unruly look on his face didn't change at all.

The golden dragon didn't like him, so he also didn't like this dragon, and said mockingly: "Leave a good dragon and don't do it, what do you do to save the emperor of the common people?"

Xiao Lu's face darkened, and the magic knife continued: "And he was caught by someone, and I had to rescue him, so that we can't afford it, and we will suffer along with it—"

When Di Yan heard him say "we are sorry", he felt extremely harsh, especially when he thought of how he snatched the marriage that day, and how he took him away from the underworld, and finally caused him to be sent back 300 years ago. Pang interjected coldly: "He is the concubine I am marrying, and he is my beloved, and has nothing to do with you."

It's good that Di Yan didn't speak, but the moment he opened his mouth, Mo Dao sneered, and the point of the blade suddenly turned to him: "My beloved? You are a person looking for a substitute, how dare you say true love? As a friend, I feel ashamed for you!"

As he said, he stepped forward step by step, and forced to ask, "You forgot how you were sorry. He was still crying because of you when he left with me. How dare you say you forgot? When the Dinghun Orb sucked away your evil spirit, did it also suck away your brain!"

A bloody aura suddenly flew from the side, leaving a deep scratch on the foot of the magic knife. When the magic knife turned his head to look over, Xiao Lv said in a low voice: "That's what you do as a friend. ?”

When Di Yan heard his words, he felt that he was not only questioning Yin Xu, but also questioning himself.

"Friend's wife, don't bully me." Xiao Lu's gaze was like a knife, sweeping across Di Yan's face, and then returned to Na Moxiu, "You don't even understand this, what qualifications do you have to teach him here? "

It was really a sentence that slapped two people in the face, making Di Yan and Yin Xu's expressions quite ugly.

The magic knife finally took a deep breath and put down the knife in his hand: "The thing I regret the most in this life is that I smashed the Haotian Mirror, causing him to fall back 300 years ago, where I met you—"

Xiao Lu frowned: "What fell back to 300 years ago?"

"You don't know?" Mo Dao looked at his indifferent expression, felt worthless for his insignificance, and almost roared, "He is from 300 years later, this is his time and space! He is in He blew himself up 300 years ago, and almost never came back!"

The author has something to say: Demon Knife (roaring): Sorry, it has been racing for 300 years!

Boss (lighting a cigarette): Well done.