Master told me to cultivate demons, what should I do?

A dark atmosphere filled the sky of the Demon Realm. At this time, the Demon Realm was no longer as bustling as it used to be, but was eerily quiet.

The bluestones on the street were stained with a thick dark red layer of blood, and the corpses all over the ground made it impossible to settle down. In addition to the corpses of demons, there were also many people from the cultivating world. They criss-crossed and swords fell on the bluestones. His blood has been coagulated for a long time.

A man in Tsing Yi, wearing a jade crown and holding a folding fan was slowly walking across the street, while the poisonous butterfly beside him flew around as if he had received his orders.

The man took a few steps forward and sighed: "It's a pity that so many lives have been lost, and the immortal sect... really deserved it."

The slightly ethereal voice seemed not to belong to this place, and he was out of place in this place in his green clothes. He was like a fairy who didn't care about the world, with a peerless elegance.

The man was none other than Qingyou, the fourth elder of Qing Xuanzong among the five major sects in the world of cultivating immortals, and the peak master of Zizhu Peak in Qing Xuanzong.

The poisonous butterflies followed Qingyou one after another, gathered around him, Qingyou lowered her eyes, and said in frustration: "Is there none?"

It is a question, but it is also an affirmative sentence.

Qingyou raised his steps, his feet were floating, if there was a gust of wind, he would definitely be blown away.The cyan hem of the clothes was stained with blood, as if coquettish flowers were blooming on the clothes.

At this time, an eagle came towards him, as if dissatisfied with his arrival, and wanted to drive him away.

The folding fan was opened, and a group of poisonous butterflies flew out of Qingyou's body and flew towards the eagle. The eagle saw that something was wrong and was about to retreat, but the poisonous butterflies caught up.

After a while, the poisonous butterfly returned to Qingyou's side, and the eagle had turned into white ashes and drifted away with the wind.

The gate of the Demon Realm Palace was closed tightly, and there was a lot of blood on the red gate. Although it was not clear, it could still be seen that it was blood, and a strong smell of blood diffused from the gate.

Qingyou frowned slightly, Poison Butterfly stepped forward to open the door, and a big smell of blood came over her face.

Qingyou walked through the long corridor strewn with corpses. The corpses all over the ground made the palace much more terrifying, and finally walked to the main hall.

A large piece of corpses covered the ground without any place to stay. The corpses of several young girls were hung on the beams, and blood flowed from them and dripped onto the corpses on the ground.

There was no one on the throne at the top, but on the wall behind the throne, there was a person tied there by a magic chain, and the purple clothes on his body were dyed a strange color by blood.

Blood dripped from his body to the ground, forming a small pool of blood in front of him, and he seemed to be kneeling in the blood, his hair covered his face, only his bloodless thin lips could be seen With slightly pointed jaw.

But no matter what this body has become, Qingyou can still recognize that this is his apprentice, the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm - Shuo Yan.

"Zi Jin Zi Jin..." Her emerald green pupils gradually lost focus, her lips turned pale, she kept chanting that person's name, and clenched her hands into fists until her nails sank into her flesh, only then did Qing You recover a little bit of it. reason.

Qingyou's body jumped slightly, and the poisonous butterflies flew to the roof one after another and put all the girls' bodies down.

Qing You fell in front of Shuo Yan, squatting down, the blood on the ground soaked his clothes, trembling hands caressed the man's cold cheeks, tears slipped down his face without warning.

"Zijin." Qingyou gently stroked the scar on his face, as if she was stroking a peerless treasure, for fear of hurting him.

Shuo Nian's face had been slashed into disfigurement by the sword, his eyes had been gouged out, and there was nothing good about him.

"Zijin, what's the matter with you? Master has come to see you, don't you want Master to come to see you the most? This time Master is here, and he came by himself. You should look at me!" He raised his hair, only to find that his eyes were gone.

Tears could not stop flowing from his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, it's... it's Master who was reckless, Master... Master... Forgot that Zijin hates... Master the most... "

"Zijin...why? Master has lost everything. Master doesn't want to lose you too...Zijin...my Zijin..."

The desolate weeping sound echoed in the lifeless hall, making the hall extraordinarily creepy and making him extraordinarily helpless.

It didn't know how long it took for Qingyou to recover, and brought Shuo Nian back to the Qing Xuanzong that had been abandoned for a long time.

After taking it back, Qingyou carefully put on new clothes for Shuo Nan, tidied up his appearance, and helped him heal all the large and small wounds on his body.

A month later, holding Shuo Yan and looking at the only missing eye, Qingyou muttered: "Your original eyes are still beautiful. Zijin, Qing Xuanzong is gone, and Hanxuanzong slaughtered the whole family that day. That is our last Do you know the day we first met? Then... Later, I went to Han Xuanzong alone, and I killed them all. However, others couldn't do anything to me..."

"Zijin, can you wait for Master? When I return to the past as a teacher and meet you earlier, I will never let this happen again." Qingyou put Shuo Yan down, put him on the couch, Get up and leave with a book on the table.

In the alchemy room, Qingyou put the medicinal materials that she had collected with great difficulty in the past month into the alchemy furnace.

The corner of Qingyou's mouth curled up, and he took a few steps back. He threw the book on the ground, gathered all his cultivation bases into his golden core, and then forced the golden core out of his body and put it into the pill furnace. Spiritual power needs alchemy furnace to make alchemy.

The book on the ground was turned several pages by the wind, and finally stopped on the page that Qingyou was looking for. The book said:

'If you use rare medicinal herbs and Nascent Soul-level golden pills to refine, then you will have the art of rebirth, but the price will be a lifetime of cultivation and the inability to form pills.

This technique is a forbidden technique, if the refining is not successful, the soul will be scattered, and it will never be reborn. '

A few hours later, the alchemy furnace was destroyed, Qingyou ran to the alchemy furnace, squatted down to look for what he was looking for, and finally found two pills in the ruins.

Qingyou wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled.

He succeeded, finally succeeded...

Qingyou picked up one of the pills and ate it without thinking too much. Then, he felt severe pain, as if something was about to escape from his body, tearing his body apart desperately .

"Ah..." Qingyou suddenly woke up from her sleep, and Shuo Yan was also awakened by Qingyou's movement.

"Master, what are you doing, Master..." Shuo Yan sat up from the bed, but was hugged by Qingyou.

"Zijin, hold me tight." Qingyou leaned her head against Shuo Nan's neck, and hugged Shuo Nan tightly with both hands.

Shuo Yan sensed that something was wrong with Qingyou, reached out to hug him tightly, rested his chin on Qingyou's head lightly, and stroked Qingyou's back with his hand to help him relax.

"Zijin." Qingyou calmed down for a moment, and called out softly, as if to confirm the existence of Shuoyan.

Shuo Yan stretched out his hand and pulled the sheet that fell from Qingyou's body, and covered him again to avoid catching cold: "Zijin is here."

"Zijin, no matter what you do, don't gamble with your life, okay?" Although it was a 'peaceful' memory, that kind of thing still happened in reality.

If he stayed by Shuo Yan's side, he could guarantee that such a thing would never happen again, but he has no chance.

Shuo Nian was slightly stunned, he couldn't answer Qingyou's words, this time, he couldn't not bet his life.

He could lie for Qingyou's happiness like he did when he was a child, but later...he didn't like lying to Qingyou anymore.

When did it start?

It seems that during the four years when I was separated from Qingyou, after meeting again, I stopped talking.

"Suo Yan!" Feeling Shuo Yan's silence, Qing You withdrew the hand holding Shuo Yan, grabbed his skirt and pushed him down on the bed, her eyes dimmed a bit.

Shuo Yan was confused by Qingyou's sudden movement, looked at Qingyou who was sitting on him in puzzlement, and called softly: "Master?"

"No matter what you do, I don't care about you, whether you lie to me or use me to get what you want, as long as you like, I will do whatever you want, except that you can't bet with your own life. "

Only this is absolutely not acceptable, what if you lose the bet?So, absolutely not, it's really too dangerous.

If it really doesn't work, Qingyou is willing to give up this opportunity to make Shuo Yan grow up, and kill that person directly.If the man died, his Zijin would be fine.

At this moment, Shuo Yan's ears echoed Cai Qingyou's words repeatedly, Master knows that I lied to him?Master knows that I use him?When did I find out, where did I show my flaws?

Afterwards, Shuo Yan felt a drop of water falling on his face, hot as tears.

"Master..." Shuo Yan stretched out his hand to gently caress Qingyou's cheek, and sure enough, he felt wetness on Qingyou's face. For a moment, Shuo Yan felt his heart being pinched and hurt, but he couldn't say a word when he wanted to speak.

Shuo Yan stretched out his hand to embrace Qingyou into his arms, pressed Qingyou's head lightly on his heart, feeling that his inner garment was soaked.And those tears fell on his skin through the underwear, he felt like a fire fell on it, it hurt.

He knew what Qingyou was afraid of, but he didn't expect his master to care about him so much, it was simply beyond his imagination.His liking for Qingyou began to sprout slowly from the first time he saw Qingyou, so what about Qingyou?

When you first met him?How could it be possible, he was just a child at that time, no matter what, no one would think of a child, then when?

He doesn't know, he can ask Qingyou, but, if he does, he feels...

Qingyou will also ask him when he fell in love with her. If she answers truthfully, Qingyou will also feel that he has been plotting against him for the past few years. Although this is true, it is better not to.

"Master, my heart pleases you." Shuo Yan waited until Qingyou was no longer crying, let go of Qingyou sideways, gently kissed Qingyou's eyebrows and eyes, and kissed away his tears.

Qingyou waited until Shuo Nian had kissed enough, and then said: "Slick tongue."

"If the master doesn't like it, Zijin will not say anything in the future, but if the master likes it, Zijin will tell the master every day."

Just like when she was a child, Qingyou likes him to be well-behaved, so he is well-behaved; Qingyou likes that he doesn't understand anything, and then she teaches him by herself, but he doesn't understand, anyway, he is not at a loss.

"Really? First promise that you can't gamble with your life as a teacher." After the painting style changed, Qingyou continued to talk about the beginning.

Shuo Nian was slightly taken aback, he thought he could use this to mislead Qingyou, but who knew it didn't work, could it be that his masculinity wasn't good enough?

After confirming her self-affirmation, she lowered her head and kissed Qingyou's lips again, wrapped her arms around Qingyou's waist and pressed against him tightly through two coats, and swayed up and down Qingyou's neck with one hand, making Qingyou feel crisp!itch.

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