[TV series A Chinese Ghost Story Golden Seven] Bewitched

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Kill, kill, pardon!

When Qiye heard Jin Guang utter those three words word by word, his eyes were full of disbelief, sadness and desolation—he still lied to himself!He was so vicious and heartless!

Being protected and pulled by the four sages, Qiye could only hear the hiss of his mother and mother, calling him to run away, run away... run away?Where is he going to escape, and where can he escape? !

In the shaky and blurred field of vision, what I saw was Aunt Ning and Queen Mother Yinyue who were lying down on the steps—stretching out their hands, as if they wanted to hold their own hands, their eyes were silently crying and regretful in pain. hatred.

Holding his own two hands, he firmly restrained his body that was about to run over, and dragged himself further and further away from the two figures that fell down the steps. There were people in the magic palace falling down in front of him, but there was still another one. A figure stood in front of him, using himself to block the short golden arrows one after another.

Qiye raised his eyes to look at the tall man in the Chinese robe, the man was also looking at him, and for a moment, the questioning in Qiye's eyes fell into the pair of phoenix pupils shining with satisfaction, arousing a layer of ripples, and then quickly rippled away It turned into a silent evasion.Jin Guang felt a little pain in his heart, and even had a regret that he had never felt before, but soon, he convinced himself that demons are demons after all, there is no need for them to exist, and the coexistence of humans and demons is simply impossible!And Qiye, Qiye, he will always be Qiye, neither the demon king of the Yinyue Dynasty nor the reincarnated resentful lover of the Seventh World, but just the helpless young man who once pulled his sleeve robe, the one who once The young man who laughed and toasted him without any hesitation could only be that simple existence called "Nanaya"...

"Qiye, the teacher is wrong... the coexistence of humans and demons can only be a beautiful dream.

—— Qiye, become a demon! "

Jing Wuyuan's mournful and desperate voice hit Qiye's heart heavily, his dark and lonely eyes moved across the slowly closing vermilion door from the teacher who was also his master and father, who taught him martial arts since he was a child, to the one who passed through at an extremely fast speed. On the golden figure approaching the gate in the courtyard—Jin Guang, why did you force me here!Why? !

When Jin Guang heard Jing Wuyuan's words to Qiye before he died, his heart skipped a beat, "No" almost slipped out of his throat——No!Seven nights, you can't become a demon!You must be with me, as a "person"!It's not that I forced you, it was you who kept pushing me, it was you!

The vermilion door has been slowly closed, blocking Qiye's eyes from outside the door, and Jin Guang's words to stop it.

Seven nights, become a demon!

Become a demon!Become a demon! !Become a demon! ! !

Qiye curled up in the corner of the room, covering his head with his hands tightly, trying to drive out the increasingly loud voice from his mind—he didn't want to become a demon, and he didn't want to become a demon either!To become a demon, you must cut off your love, and if you want to cut off your love, you have to kill and take the lives of everyone who loves him and those he loves. He doesn't want to kill those who love him, and the people he loves, absolutely not!

However, if you don't become a demon, if you don't become a demon...now you are just a person who can hardly beat even the most ordinary disciple of Xuanxin sect Revenge against his thoughtful subordinates, his queen mother and mother who is just an ordinary human being?

Become a demon...

Become a demon.

Qiye held Yixi, his expression relaxed, and there was even a little smile on his face - light, cold, and strange, which made Sima Sanniang who was witnessing it go cold from the bottom of his heart.

Calmly ordering the hungry ghost Asura Suzaku and the others to leave as soon as possible, Sima Sanniang knew in her heart that no matter what, she couldn't persuade Qiye to go back. The person who suppresses the devil in Qiye's heart.

When Yan Zixin rushed to the woods, Qiye's Yixi sword was about to pierce Sima Sanniang's heart. Regardless of the image, Yan Zixin threw himself at Qiye, his weak hand like a literati at the same time Swinging out, the left hand heavily strangled Qiye's neck and dragged it back forcibly a few steps, while the right hand clawed away from Qiye's hand to release the dark long sword with a light green color, and then pressed it on Qiye's forehead as if to cast a blow. What strength, Qiye snorted, closed his eyes slightly unwillingly, and leaned back on Yan Zixin as if he had lost all strength.

Sima Sanniang leaned against the tree trunk behind her, her face pale as paper, but fortunately Yan Zixin came not too late, the sword did not pierce the heart, as long as the treatment is timely, his life will be safe.

Yan Hongye, Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen and others also rushed over and helped Sima Sanniang treat the wound in a hurry, only to find that Qiye and the mysterious person had long since disappeared.Yan Hongye wanted to chase, but was stopped by Sima Sanniang. She didn't explain anything, but told her daughter that Qiye would not be in danger or become a demon for the time being.Yan Hongye still wanted to ask more clearly, but seeing that Sima Sanniang looked really bad, she gave up the idea, and the three of them helped Sima Sanniang back to the hut, just as Yan Chixia and Zhuge Liuyun were about to go out to find someone.

Several people sat down, first treated the wound again, and then explained the situation in detail.

Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang are actually not very clear about the details of that mysterious person, but one thing is certain, that is, this person is definitely a friend rather than an enemy, and he may be the only one who can suppress Qiye's demonic nature for a short time !

On the other side, Yan Zixin took advantage of the chaos and took Qiye away, and then rushed directly to the passageway that had been set up not far away, and returned to Yanyu Villa through the air.Putting the unconscious Qiye with his eyes closed in the center of the six-pointed star formation he had drawn earlier, Yan Zixin let go of his right hand that had been pressing on Qiye's forehead.Half-kneeling beside the young man in silver clothes, Yan Zixin stretched out his hand to wipe away the little blood stains on that peaceful face at the moment, let out a soft sigh, adding a sense of helplessness and compassion to his never-meaning brows and eyes— — Jin Guang, Jin Guang, you still took the worst path!

The trouble should end it.

To completely eliminate Qiye's demonic nature, only Jin Guang himself can do it.

Qiye dreamed that he had killed Sima Sanniang, the Queen Mother Yinyue, and Nie Xiaoqian, but he hadn't killed Jin Guang, the Xuanxin orthodox patriarch who should have been killed the most!

He was so ruthless and ruthless that he exchanged the blood of the person he loved in exchange for severing love and dedicating himself to Huamo, just to kill Jin Guang...

But he didn't!

Even though his face was full of coldness and evil charm, he still couldn't do anything to that red-haired man in military uniform!

The mysterious art of the heart came rushing towards her face and passed through her body. The golden red hair flew past Qiye's eyes, reflecting that pair of dull black eyes with a bright color of flame, but they were still lifeless.

"Jin Guang, you have already become a demon—"

Qiye's voice was not loud, and his tone was not strong, even a little slow and idle, and a trace of pity for the weak that he hated the most.

Naturally, Qiye doesn't care about emotions and desires now, he just adopted this expression unconsciously.

And it turns out, it works.

Jin Guang's stupefied at the beginning and his appearance that could be described as a loss of soul afterwards made Qiye very satisfied that he didn't kill the other party - after all, what could be more revenge on Jin Guang than this sentence? !

That Jin Guang, who had always been aiming at "eliminating demons and doing everything possible" and hated being looked down upon the most, has now become a "demon" that he wants to eliminate completely at all costs, and is pitied by his opponent in a situation where he should have the chance to win!

Wouldn't it be tens of millions of times better to let him live like this than to simply kill him?

"Living is my punishment for you; the world is the hell I prepared for you."

Looking down at the panic-stricken man half-kneeling on the ground, Qiye slowly spit out cruel words, but there was no sadness, no joy, no resentment, no anger on his face.

Now that he has become a demon, he has abandoned the kindness and love he had when he was "Seven Nights". What's more, he may no longer care about revenge.The only thing he cares about is to bring the three worlds of heaven, earth and man back to the era when demons danced wildly in the Yuan Dynasty. Intrigues and intrigues are much more simple than the law of the jungle and the power of the strong!

"Poor brother Qiye..."

"Qiye, my poor child..."

The crisp, kind, but indistinguishable mournful female voices overlapped and intertwined, turning into an unbearable vortex that surrounded Qiye and couldn't break free.

Pitiful?

How can I be pitiful!

There is nothing to lose, no heartache due to deceit and betrayal, and no need to look forward to yourself who doesn't need to think about others, how pitiful!

Poor, it should be the human world that is about to return to chaos, it should be those human beings who want to but are powerless and claim to be "righteous"!

The sudden severe pain spread from the forehead to the whole brain and then spread from the brain to the whole body, and Qiye woke up from the mixed dreams.As soon as you open your eyes, a piece of soft and delicate fresh green fills your sight—light spun gauze, smooth satin, and deep and shallow green are laid out in this space, making people who are in it feel relaxed and gentle.

Qiye turned her eyes expressionlessly, and found that she was lying on a bed surrounded by heavy gauze curtains.The person who designed this bed seemed to have deliberately arranged the gauze tents that were equivalent to the boundary points in a complicated and rigorous manner as if deliberately trying to separate them from the outside world. This kind of design gave Qiye a sense of familiarity for a moment, as if he had seen it before?

Without thinking too much, Qiye lifted the layers of veil and looked outside.

It's just an ordinary room with unpretentious furnishings.

The south-facing window of the room is facing the bed. Both windows are open at the moment, and the soft and warm sunlight from the outside seeps in faintly, reflecting the mottled tree shadows on the window screens with a faint white light or on the furniture floor in the room. , There is an intoxicating strong cinnamon fragrance floating in the quiet space... It should be said that the atmosphere of the whole room is bright and peaceful, like an ordinary morning in an ordinary house.

Qiye doesn't care at all whether the sun is bright or not and the atmosphere is peaceful, he has long since lost his longing for these things.He just focused on his own reflection in the bronze mirror.

The sharp-edged face is familiar and unfamiliar.Dark and slightly raised eyebrows, deep and warm eyes, lips that always show a slight smile when they are casual in the past, a face that is not unfamiliar.But the faint stripes on the forehead that seem to be some kind of imprint are something Nanaya doesn't know——

The light gray lines that stretched almost the entire forehead had a ferocious appearance of claws and claws, and what was extremely incompatible with this kind of publicity was the thin golden swastika on the center of the brow.

"……what is this?"

Qiye stretched out her hand to caress this mark—those scary-looking textures felt nothing to the touch, just like the innate pattern of the skin; only the swastika had a kind of uneven touch, and it also carried the coolness of different body temperatures.

"You're awake, Monarch."

The abrupt voice sounded along with the floating air, Qiye turned to look at the man who entered the room at some unknown time.