The tyrant fell in love with his master again [Rebirth]

Time goes back to an hour ago.

After finishing the conversation with the old man, Si Xi set off for Suoling Prison. On the way, he heard the news that Nielong had escaped and was chased and intercepted near the Fallen God Altar.

Everything was exactly the same as before.

Curled up in his sea of ​​consciousness, Fu Hanzhang only felt like falling into a cave of ice all over his body, and could not feel even a trace of emotional fluctuations in his heart, whether it was sadness or hesitation.

Is it really so unfeeling... Even if he is about to take the lives of the people he spends day and night with his own hands?

During Si Xi's journey to the Fallen God Terrace, he was attacked by many spirit beasts, only then was Fu Hanzhang temporarily able to gain control of his body.

He didn't even think about the way the spiritual power worked, he just grabbed the pale and slender wrist and took off a delicate golden bracelet.

The ring bracelet stretches quickly in the palm of the hand, turning into a crystal clear and slender writing brush.Fu Hanzhang held the pen firmly in his hand, as if a wound had been opened on his chest and ribs, he felt a dull pain.

At that time, this pen was not called "Mingsha".

The reason why it can change shape according to the owner's will is because it is taken from the toughest Zifu dragon tendons of the dragon clan;

The cinnabar energy on the tip of the pen keeps writing, which is due to the dragon's incorporation of the essence and blood of the heart regardless of the cost.

And next, its master will take the life of the evil dragon.

The rich spiritual power of ice and snow flows out from the tip of the pen, turning into thousands of sharp blades, containing the infinite resentment in the heart.

Fu Hanzhang output spiritual power regardless of the cost, until the spell shot the spirit beast in front of him into a sieve, and then withdrew his hand tremblingly.

The further he walked, the more intense the smell of blood filled the air. He knew that it couldn't be caused by his own torture and killing of spirit beasts. The only explanation was that there had just been a massacre nearby.

As for who the instigator is, the answer is self-evident.

With the disappearance of the spirit beast, the power to control the body also moved away. Fu Hanzhang simply closed his eyes and stopped looking at the scene in front of him.

Since he already knew it well, why would he tear the scar apart again... He was about to close his five senses, but suddenly a soft voice came from his ear: "Master, please talk to Zhao'er..."

He suddenly opened his eyes.

His voice was hoarse, and he was in a state of embarrassment. The boy was covered in blood and the scar on his chest was horrifying, but he still knelt and crawled to Si Xi's feet persistently.

He carefully wiped his filthy fingers clean, and then carefully held the corner of Ruxue's robe:

"Zhao'er is not a monster..."

With loose snowy hair and cold blue eyes, Si Xi looked down at Yuan Zhao condescendingly, meeting Lin Yebei who was in his sea of ​​consciousness.

How... how is it possible?

Lin Yebei couldn't help trembling with his fingers, and couldn't help touching his face——

Why does Si Xi look exactly like her own?

In previous dreams, although I could see Yuan Zhao's appearance, I never noticed Si Xi's appearance.

Since he looks exactly like himself, and Yuan Zhao and Fu Hanzhang also have similar facial features, it is impossible to have people with the same appearance for no reason in this world, unless...

That's right, the battle to kill the sky was more than 300 years ago. Qiu Fengling told himself that all criminals who have experienced the punishment of the fallen gods will take at least a hundred years to reincarnate.

And when he was picked up at the foot of the mountain, the tears in his eyes already existed. Since he was not punished in this life, the only possibility is that he committed sins in his previous life.

So, will Si Xi have something to do with her previous life?

But judging from the current situation, the punishment from the Fallen God Stage should never have come to him...

Lin Yebei frowned in thought, but Si Xi's expression in front of him was unmoved, his cold eyes fell on Yuan Zhao, and there was no emotion in his voice:

"let go."

Yuan Zhao trembled all over his body, as if someone had hit his face in the palm of a thunderbolt, and he couldn't recover in a daze.

He asked blankly, "Master, what does this mean?"

"You are the evil evildoer recorded in the ancient scrolls. As promised, you caused the catastrophe in the Sea of ​​Nightmare. Now that you have dissected the divine pill, your demonic nature has exploded, and you have slaughtered nearly a hundred monks in the City of Tears of Tears. Your crimes are too numerous to write down."

Si Xi brushed away the hand he was about to grasp, took half a step back, pulled out a long sword from the monk's body, and pointed it at his heart from afar: "He deserves to be punished, what I said was half a lie?"

Yuan Zhao stared blankly at the sword tip that was getting closer and closer to his chest, his scarlet pupils blinked, and two bean-sized tears rolled down.

"Master, are you going to kill the disciple with your own hands?" He said sadly.

Si Xi's hand holding the sword seemed to tremble for a moment, but it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

There was a faint sound behind him, and he realized that it was the Lord Meng who was about to lead the pursuers, and the sword in his hand moved forward a little bit:

"You can't escape today, I advise you not to resist any more."

"no, do not want……"

Tears slid down Yuan Zhao's thin jaw, and gradually changed from transparent to light red, and then turned into bloody tears streaming down his face, "Zhao'er didn't kill them on purpose, and I don't know why the demonic energy got out of control, I... ..."

There was a sharp pain, and his voice stopped abruptly.

The sharp point of the sword pierced into his left chest, piercing through the position of the heart impartially, and blood gushed out in an instant, soaking the already tattered clothes.

The cold spiritual power invaded the whole body along the blade of the sword, and even Lin Yebei, who was in the sea of ​​consciousness, could deeply feel the bone-piercing pain.

The blood fell to the ground drop by drop. Yuan Zhao stretched out his hand to hold the blade, not caring whether the flesh and blood in his palm was cut or not, and only increased the strength blindly.

Inside Si Xi's sea of ​​consciousness, Fu Hanzhang opened his mouth slightly, unable to speak.

He thought that his heart had already been shattered to death by the sword, but he didn't expect that it could still beat, and he could really feel the pain of thousands of cuts.

"Master..." the seriously injured young man murmured in a low voice, with blood gushing from his palms and the corners of his mouth like a spring, "Zhaoer hurts so much... really... so painful..."

He stiffened his body and retreated step by step until the blood-stained long sword was separated from his body. His thin figure couldn't help shaking, and he retreated towards the Fallen God Altar not far behind him.

The violent vortex of spiritual power set off his long black hair, excessive blood loss and broken heart injuries had already weakened Yuan Zhao to the point of death, only relying on the support of the residual devil energy in his body to prevent him from falling down.

He suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth.

In fact, no matter how he chooses, the result is already doomed. He will either die under the swords of Si Xi and the cultivators of Tianlei City, or fall into the spiritual storm of the Fallen God Platform.

He has never done any evil in his life, except that he fell in love with someone with all his courage and enthusiasm. It was at the end of his life that he got involved with the name of "disaster" that he was born with.

Body temperature with the blood flow away, all the sound and hope are far away from him.

He used to go warm and cold with all his heart, sacrificing everything just to get his god's well-being, but he didn't want the one he loves to hurt him deeply, and the tenderness of the past turned into poisoned arrows, tearing his last retreat to pieces. smash.

It's better to be dumb than to go home.

"Si Xi." His eyelashes trembled slightly, calling out that name for the last time.

"You taught me immortality, grew up with me, and taught me how to love and hate. Now I will return all of these to you."

He choked up for a moment, and originally wanted to say some decisive words of "no debt to each other" and "clear love and hatred", but he couldn't speak for some reason.

Si Xi stood a few steps away from him, clearly within reach of his hand, but he stood there like a jade carving, his eyes were empty, as if nothing existed in his eyes.

"...I will never regret it," he said suddenly, "everything today."

These words completely extinguished the last gleam of light in Yuan Zhao's eyes. He smiled miserably, swayed his body, and fell from the edge of the high platform, leaving only a murmur torn apart by the storm:

"If I can remember... I will never let you go..."

A violent flow of spiritual power rushed in, and a white light flashed in front of Lin Yebei's eyes in the sea of ​​consciousness. His whole body seemed to be torn apart, and the extreme pain made him lose consciousness immediately.

At the same time, Fu Hanzhang's vision was also blurred. Enduring the pain and raising his head, he found that the picture of the illusion had stopped at some point, and then quickly shattered and returned to nothingness.

The sound of the wind turned into mournful screams and whizzed past his ears, like the suffocating darkness of deep water overflowing, he tossed and turned in the void, regained consciousness, and had already returned to Mount Hua.

Lin Yebei lay quietly on the grass next to him, still unconscious.He stared at the face that was indistinguishable from Si Xi's, his Adam's apple rolled, and suddenly he stretched out his hand to strangle the slender and fragile neck.

It only takes a little effort to take his life.

In the previous life, he used a sharp sword to break his heart without hesitation. In this life, he was devoted to protecting each other regardless of life and death, but he was still cold-hearted, and even insisted on beheading the monster.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

He should have understood that some people's hearts cannot be warmed.

Fu Hanzhang finally withdrew his hand, strands of dark red air gushed out from his upper dantian, and then submerged into the tightly locked brows, making the originally bright face stained with a dark haze.

There was a sound of footsteps from behind, he turned his head and saw Nan Wuyue standing behind him.

"The news came from the scouts, saying that the demons in the east border colluded with Tianlei City and entered the illusion to absorb the spiritual power of the Golden Core cultivator," she said in a low voice, "There is also a strange movement near the Nightmare Sea, maybe the formation is not stable, We must return as soon as possible."

"Since the illusion of the third trial has been forcibly terminated, there must be some action in Tianlei City." He raised the corners of his bright red lips and stood up, "It just so happens that Gu has stayed here for too long. "

"You mean..." Nan Wuyue felt a change in his attitude, and was a little surprised.

She also just woke up from the illusion, of course she knew that it was the nightmare that haunted Fu Hanzhang for hundreds of years.But after possessing a cultivator in Tianlei City and experiencing it for herself, some details made her suspicious.

The truth back then seems to be different from what Fu Hanzhang told himself...

She glanced at Lin Yebei in front of her with some worry, but the man spoke up first:

"Greedy...Gu is tired of continuing to accompany him to play this kind of hypocritical drama of being kind and filial."

Fu Hanzhang sneered and said, "It's time to end everything. Now that Gu has come to this point, how can he not settle those old accounts with him and Tianlei City one by one?"

The light in his eyes dimmed little by little, like the galaxy sinking into the dark eternal night, but the curvature of the corners of his lips became more and more obvious, and the magnificent smile was captivating, but it made Nan Wuyue's spine shiver.

"In the past 300 years, Gu has almost forgotten... the wound he stabbed is still hurting."

The author has something to say: woo woo woo woo Ming Sha's foreshadowing finally came out!Tears of bitterness, Xiao Hanzhang was too pitiful in his previous life, right?

But Si Xi is definitely not such a heartless person, he also has difficulties in his heart, but it's just that Zhao'er is pitiful, he has to bear too much because of his status QwQ

Finally, it finally echoed the copywriting! !This also means that the plot of Little Black House is not far away! !

I hope the little angels will continue to leave comments and cry, I will continue to send red envelopes~ I love you~~~