Pure Love Writer is God of Creation

"Master..."

Hold your breath and listen to the approaching footsteps, every step is like stepping on Ji Yudao's heart, intertwined with pain and joy.

He finally couldn't help calling Feng Moran softly, the footsteps paused, and then walked in front of him.

After being reduced to a mortal who can only use basic spells, he walked back to the Holy Demon Immortal Palace through the Four Seasons Forest, and stood at the entrance of the Immortal Palace for a long time. Feng Moran felt a little sore in his legs, and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

Ji Yudao knelt at his feet, Feng Moran looked down with indifferent eyes, the picture in front of him overlapped with memory in a trance.

Before going mad, Ji Yudao was the most self-restraining and respectful disciple. He must kneel down in the morning and evening, and usually bow and bow his head when speaking, respectful.

The sect praised him for being a good disciple, but in private they said he was too strict. Even Feng Moran felt a little distressed when he saw it. He once said that he should not be so cautious, but Ji Yu didn't know why After listening to it, Dao looked very shocked, and finally expressed aggrieved and stubbornly that his disciples respected the master as a matter of course, and he was willing to do so.

When he said that, Feng Moran did as he pleased.

In the blink of an eye, the respectful young man has grown into the unruly young man he is today. If it weren't for the faintly resembling eyebrows, it would be almost unrecognizable.

"Get up," Feng Moran said, "this place is not Yunjingzong, I am no longer the Jingyun Immortal Lord of the day, and you are not that unknown little disciple. Kneel down at every turn and let your subordinates see, the Holy Monarch Where is the majesty of

Such an adult, he is still like a child, crying and acting like a baby at every turn.

Ji Yudao's heart stopped beating, he lowered his head, his eyes widened blankly on his face covered by long hair, then the corners of his mouth slowly curved, and a heart-wrenching smile appeared on his pale face.

That's right, how can he still have the qualifications to kneel down to this person now, and how can he have the face to call him a master and apprentice.

"Master... the lessons are true...but as a teacher for a day, I will be a father for life. No matter what the master thinks, I will always only regard myself as a disciple of the master."

There was still a trace of extravagance in his heart, Ji Yudao's tone was erratic and difficult, like the dying struggle of a dying person.

?

Feng Moran saw Ji Yudao's pain, but didn't understand what happened again, so he could only follow the meaning of the other party's words and reply: "Yes."

He has always had such an apprentice, even if Ji Yudao refuses to admit it, Feng Moran only has such an apprentice in his life.

Ji Yudao's shoulders trembled following the indifferent syllables that came into his ears, and the blood that remained on his lips suddenly faded away. Instead, two spots of bright red appeared in his eye sockets, which slipped from the corners of his eyes, like two deep marks The blood line cut the young man's handsome face.

So far, what are you still hoping for, what are you still hoping for?

If you can't get love, you turn to hate, and you can't ask for forgiveness and mutual love. It's better to be a thorn in the flesh of that person, than to lose all grievances and owe each other.

He originally thought that Master hated him, and Feng Moran should hate him.

But the person sitting in front of him now is just like the immortal who sat on the Immortal Cliff and looked down on all living beings with an awe-inspiring attitude. Even if he is his only disciple, in that gaze, he is equivalent to It's like a fleeting moment, I just wish that gaze could stay on my body for a while longer.

For a moment, Ji Yudao hated Feng Moran.

Why is he still so indifferent, why is he still so calm? !Haven't these 100 years left any mark on the heart of this man?

Did he let go? How could he let go? !Isn't it very, how can he not hate? !

Completely losing strength, the young man who was kneeling slowly fell to the ground, his face buried in his arms, his forehead touched the cold ground, and the bright red blood and tears fell drop by drop on the smooth jade.

Unable to see the other party's expression, but instinctively sensed something was wrong, Feng stared at the disciple's bent back indifferently, and said, "Yudao...?"

"Heh, heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh..."

The backs of the people on the ground trembled, and they let out dull and weird laughter.

The image of the precious apprentice in his mind was instantly replaced by the sage of the demonic way, Feng Moran dismissed the idea of ​​getting up, restrained all his care, and sat upright and waited.

However, the situation where Ji Yudao rushed up madly as imagined did not appear. The young man still maintained a prostrate posture, panting heavily, as if he was suppressing something, and said with difficulty: "...Master...Master is still willing Calling a disciple by his humble name is really... really..."

Why, why can you still call his name as if nothing happened? !

Have you forgotten, forgotten how this apprentice bullied his master and exterminated his ancestors, how cruelly he bullied his master? !

Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget, master... don't act like... nothing happened...

"Master is really magnanimous. He is indeed No. 1 in the cultivation world in the past."

Ji Yudao stood up slowly, looked up at Feng Moran.

Surprised by the blood on his face, Feng Moran was a little worried, and was about to ask, when he saw Ji Yudao raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes, bloodstains were smeared and flew obliquely towards the temples.

He looked at the red marks on his fingertips, smiled, and said, "It's so filthy, no wonder it doesn't come into Master's eyes."

what?

Before he had time to care about the apprentice, he was stamped as disgusted, Feng Moran sighed, too lazy to accompany Ji Yudao to lose his nerve, and simply lowered his head to caress Fuchen.

Suddenly, he heard Ji Yudao asking: "Master, do you love me?"

Feng Moran stopped stroking Fuchen, thought about it seriously, and said, "I don't hate."

Before knowing the truth of the world, it is not so much hatred, but more regret and helplessness.Pity him for going astray as a righteous talent, regretting that he has an empty name, but he can't even look after his only disciple.

After obtaining the Mieshi engraved seal and seeing the Creator God, and knowing all the causes and consequences, the resentment in Feng Moran's heart due to Ji Yudao's coercion and humiliation disappeared.As a puppet of the Dao of Heaven, Ji Yudao's ups and downs in life and the constraints on his mind far surpassed his own.

As a master, he not only failed to shield the disciple from the wind and rain, but also became the last straw that crushed the other party.Feng Moran wants to hate, and what he hates is also the Creator who plays with the creation in applause.

Ji Yudao smiled, walked in front of Feng Moran, knelt down, like a child relying on an adult, wrapped his arms around Feng Moran's waist, and nestled his face in the arms of the master.

Greedyly feeling the temperature from under the clothes, Ji Yudao chuckled lightly and said, "The master doesn't hate the disciple, but the disciple has to hate himself."

His whole body trembled suddenly, his face was pale and blue, he let out a muffled snort, and warm blood gushed out of his mouth continuously like a spring.

Feeling the heat and humidity, Feng Moran couldn't understand what happened for a moment.The blood quickly stained most of his clothes red, and Ji Yudao's breathing became short. He barely raised his head to look at him, struggling to say: "Master...the past...it was all my fault...I will pay you back...I will pay you back For you...Master...you..." Don't want me.

Feng Moran finally came to his senses, subconsciously stood up in shock.

Ji Yudao was so weak that he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the floor.

"It's just nonsense!" Feng Moran bent down, grabbed Ji Yudao's wrist to feel his pulse, his face was as cold as ice, and he scolded anxiously and angrily, "Self-cut meridians, self-destruction of demon bones, you know you are What are you doing?!"

Ji Yudao coughed softly, choking on blood from time to time.He looked up at Feng Moran, his eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes in a daze.

It's an illusion, Ji Yudao thought.

That's right, he was in a trance when he was seriously injured, so he had hallucinations, otherwise he couldn't explain how he could see anxiety and worry in the eyes of his always indifferent master.

He smiled blankly, and said intermittently: "Master...you look angry...so beautiful..."