The villain is not crazy

Tumi has almost forgotten the appearance of that devil. Ten years ago, he broke into his house dressed in white, and when he came out, he was bright red. At that time, he was only eight years old and was stuffed in a secret room by his heartfelt servant. faces.

At that time, he thought that this person hadn't noticed. Now that he has the cultivation base of a celestial being, he knows that the thin wall cannot hide the aura perception of a celestial being, so the words that the devil stood opposite him at that time were true. was spoken to him.

It is strange to say that the person's appearance is not very clear, but I can remember that sentence very clearly, including the cadence of the person's tone and slightly shallow breathing.

He said, "Am I pretty?"

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Walking down the mountain, Tumi was resting in the inn, and his fingers trembled when he picked up the tea on the table. He thought that twenty thousand swords were not enough, and planned to practice another ten thousand swords before going to bed.

As for whether it is enough to practice another ten thousand swords, he never thought about it, these insignificant chores can't make him think.

The other table next to the table was a Jiang Hu man who had just arrived here, and brought rumors from far away. People around who had never gone out were more curious, so they listened patiently. Even Xiaoer lowered his voice, just because of the Jiang Hu What Han was talking about was the devil who caused bloody storms in the world——Su Qingyi.

"The devil is really going to Xiaoshi Town?"

"It shouldn't be, it's just an ordinary town..."

"I can't say that, back then—there wasn't a Jianyi League who was famous in Jianghu..."

"But isn't that already slaughtered by the devil? It's an excuse that I'm the only one with a sword in this world."

"From then on, there is no one holding a sword in Jianghu." As soon as these words came out, the surroundings sighed again and again, "The devil is really rampant."

"If there's a hero..." At the beginning, everyone waved their hands and shook their heads: "Don't say anything, misfortune comes out of your mouth."

The devil's prestige is really terrifying, and he doesn't even have the thought of resisting.

There are two factions of good and evil in the underworld, but this devil is neither good nor evil. He monopolizes one faction, so powerful that it makes people despair. Do as he pleases—he neither wants to rule the world nor form cliques. Killing people is just for fun, but he likes to play with others the most. Some people have been deprived of everything by him, but they can leave a life. The whole family was slaughtered, not to mention those who tried to die, they didn't even leave a word in the rivers and lakes, and disappeared without a trace.

This person is really scary, it's not that no one has the idea of ​​fleeing, but even these people have been killed, and no one dares to approach this devil again.

Everyone is always paying attention to the traces of the devil, just to avoid it.

"Is it far enough from Xiaoshi Town?" Someone asked fearfully, and a group of people responded with sympathy: "It should be enough..."

"One is at the far north, and one is at the far east..."

"It's still not enough, it's best to go to the southernmost point."

Xiaoshi Town is at the northernmost point, and the people in the area around there are rushing out like crazy at this moment, and this quack should also have escaped.

Someone asked where the Jiang Hu Han was from, and the Jiang Hu Han felt concerned: "The Sa family is from Xiaoshi Town."

Everyone in the room was shocked, and someone blurted out in surprise: "It's impossible to see the devil."

The Jianghu man could hardly hide his fear, but he was also proud: "I saw it from afar..."

"He still survived..." The bystanders were a little surprised.

"...almost." Jiang Huhan sighed and didn't say any more.

At night, when Jiang Huhan returned to his room, he saw the man in red sitting in front of the window, looking at the night scene outside the window with one hand bent.

He felt that his breathing was stagnant, and he said softly after a long while: "The news has been spread according to your instructions."

Su Qingyi nodded, looked at the figure practicing sword under the bed, and said, "This is the last place."

Jiang Huhan didn't dare to raise his head, he closed his eyes tightly, and beads of sweat slipped from his forehead.

"Take off your clothes and get out. I'm in a good mood today. If I don't take your life, I can leave after ten laps around the inn."

The Jiang Hu Han seemed to be amnesty, stripped off his clothes without hesitation, and ran around the inn.

The night was not very deep at this time, someone looked out the window, and saw a white body running around the inn compared to others, a martial artist with good eyesight recognized this person: "This is not the... Was it the gangster who escaped from Xiaoshi Town that night?"

"It's really him!"

The exclamation gradually rose, and someone asked: "Then what is he doing now?"

Tumi swung his sword without distraction, he swung his sword 330 times, and the undressed man had already passed by his eyes six times.

More and more people who joined the fun put on their clothes and came out of the room to watch the fun. They crowded around the back door of the inn, and once the quack passed by, they exclaimed, saying that they really took off their clothes, that's true.

Someone asked: "That man, why is this?"

Jiang Huhan turned a deaf ear to it.

Tumi also has no distractions.

Until a person approached and said: "Seven thousand 690."

Not bad, he stopped, knowing that it would be useless to practice again, his mind was already in a mess.

He put down the sword and retracted the scabbard, and the innate qi originally intended to conceal his figure was also withdrawn from his body. At this moment, the people around him finally found a person standing beside him. He was handsome and handsome, dressed in white, carrying a sword... a sword ?

A group of onlookers took a big step back with a clatter.

Someone tremblingly uttered the unpronounceable name: "Su...Su Susu..."

In their eyes, only the devil dares to hold a sword.

Tumi didn't make any reaction, his eyes fell on the person who reported the number earlier, the color was so bright red that it was dazzling, obviously this person also used innate qi to cover up as he did before.

The man smiled and said, "Why don't you continue?"

Tumi lowered her eyes slightly: "No need."

"Because of me?"

The man stepped aside and smiled kindly: "Then I will retreat a little bit, you can continue to practice."

Tumi shook her head: "No need."

So the smile on the man's face disappeared, and his face appeared cold. This face... Tumi suddenly realized that he had never forgotten it. The face in his memory suddenly became so clear, so clear that his eyes shrank. .

That was exactly the goal of his trip down the mountain, the devil Su Qingyi.

I don't know who suggested it first.

The two used their true energy and flew to other places.

"Just here," Su Motou said, pointing to the bamboo forest next to him: "I like this bamboo."

Tumi didn't speak, and started to draw the sword behind her back.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Motou Su looked at him, "I thought you would be an interesting person. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have spared your life."

Tumi's movements stopped, and it turned out that everything that happened back then was not his illusion.

He finally opened his mouth and asked the first question he met: "Why?"

These three words made him turn and turn, and he couldn't sleep at night. He kept thinking about everything that happened that day, and kept thinking about what the devil meant, whether he found him or not, why he should be spared, why should he be killed? Say something like that.

Every time he thinks about it, his mood will have great ups and downs, and then he will get up from the bed, carry the sword and go out to slash until his arms are weak, his breath is like a cow, the sky is getting brighter, and the night is over.

So much so that the reason why he entered the country so quickly, the devil himself has to set up half of it for this, and the other half is because of those four words-do I look good?

The master once asked him why he did this, and he only answered partly: "Because the mind is not calm."

And the other part is just because he's afraid to answer that question and needs to do other things to distract himself.

He slashed from one hundred swords a day to one thousand, then to ten thousand, and now it is twenty thousand, but there is no day when he can really get rid of it.

This devil is not only the devil himself, but also the devil in his heart, an obsession that should not be had, and a desire/desire that cannot be obtained.

After he asked why in three words, Su Motou smiled: "Because it's fun."

Tumi didn't know if he was satisfied with this answer, because he had already drawn his sword, maybe he didn't need an answer.

It's just that the question that has been troubling me for many years needs to be vented, so I still can't help asking it.

But what's the use of asking, it's not asking for humiliation.

Motou Su sized up the young man with the sword, and smiled slightly: "You look so good-looking."

The zhenqi that had been accumulated for a long time was vented with these words, and Tumi stood where she was, still not moving, but she couldn't even swing her sword.

"Am I good-looking?" These four words have made him suffer so much to this day.

"You look so good-looking" these six words made him unable to bring up a trace of hatred anymore.

If the devil did it on purpose and used these teasing words to play tricks on him, then he...then he has nothing to do.

Because as early as ten years ago, after he saw this person fall for the first time, he never climbed out again.

Ten years of practicing sword hard, said it was revenge, but actually just wanted to see this person again.

And such an idea, but dare not even admit it.

Now that all the hard work has disappeared, he closed his eyes slightly, and with a click, the sword fell to the ground and made a sound when it hit the stone. This was the first time in ten years that he failed to hold the sword in his hand.

Su Motou came over, still smiling, stretched out his hand, wrapped a strand of hair on his forehead behind his ear, and chuckled softly, "Why are you closing your eyes, do you want me to kiss you?"

Tumi closed his eyes and trembled slightly, but he still couldn't open them in the end. He opened his mouth slightly and said softly, "...Kill me."

Su Motou didn't hear clearly, and moved closer. He was too close, and even sprayed his breath on Tumi's face. He finally heard those three words clearly, and the smile on his face deepened: "Then I can't bear to let you go!" , I didn’t kill you ten years ago, and I won’t kill you ten years later.”

Tumi finally opened his eyes, but he no longer had a sword, and he couldn't even kill himself.

His body trembled slightly, he didn't know whether it was because he was afraid of Su Qingyi in front of him, or something else, he only said in a low hoarse voice after a while: "I hate you."

Su Qingyi's fingertips still rested on his face, and upon hearing this, he just smiled: "You don't seem to hate me." He looked at Tumi in front of him, and smiled even more happily: "You seem to be in love with me. "

Seeing his originally expressionless face suddenly turn pale, he finally couldn't help laughing more wildly: "This is really interesting."

"No one has ever... dared to think like this," he said. "What are you thinking when you look at me? Do you want to kiss me? Huh? Or do you want to fuck me?"

Tumi's face was stained a thin blush by his bold words, she didn't know whether it was from anger or shame.

Su Qingyi laughed out loud, out of breath, and finally wiped away the tears from the laughter, his face became dangerous: "No one has ever dared... How are you going to die? Gouging out your eyes Come out, okay, I'm cleaning out your intestines with those dirty thoughts..."

He spoke so viciously, but unexpectedly, Tumi didn't feel scared, it was because he had thought about how he would be treated, since it was already like this...

Now that this is the case, then simply...

Su Qingyi, who was still talking, was slightly stunned. He was so ecstatic that he got so close to Tumi that Tumi could hold his lips as long as he moved forward slightly.

In an instant, or it may have been a long time, Su Qingyi finally reacted and burst out the innate qi in his body, and Tumi, who was completely defenseless, was forced to retreat ten feet away in an instant, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Su Qingyi touched his lips in a daze, and the murderous intent in his eyes tilted out undisguised, while the fallen Tumi did the same thing as him, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

The outburst of true energy surrounded Su Qingyi, leaving traces around him, his hair flew up with the true energy, and he looked at Tumi with extremely cold eyes: "You, damn, die."

Tumi closed her eyes, waiting for the moment of death.

But in the end, he only waited until the weather was calm and he opened his eyes, only to see Su Qingyi standing in front of him with a complicated expression, it was difficult to discern the hypocrisy, and after a long time, he heard him say: "It's too cheap for you to die like this. "

Tumi was kept by Su Qingyi's side, the devil didn't take his life, but he didn't just let him go.

According to the devil's words, he only wanted to torture him better.

But for Tumi, everything that is happening now is something he never dared to imagine before, even the most wonderful dream he has ever had is less than one-tenth of the current one, being able to stand so close to this person, And anytime...

Before he could continue his reverie, he was interrupted by this man.

"What nonsense are you thinking again, go! Give me a hundred thousand swords!" The man sat lazily on the recliner, gave him a hard look, and pointed to an open space in front of him, "Don't be lazy, I'll count it for you."

Tumi didn't say a word, he really needed to swing his sword more to calm himself down.

Thirteen thousand 780 one...

Twenty one thousand six seventy eight...

The sun sets and rises, rises and sets.

And no one said stop.