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

Outside the screen, Lin Yebei frowned deeply.

He remembered the past.

That day, Risi and his disciples suddenly challenged Yuan Zhao, and he was forced to get involved in the competition. It was originally just a harmless sparring, but under the manipulation of someone with a heart, it turned into an outnumbered bully.

Qi Yue deliberately exposed the Buddhist monk's injury, and then used Yuan Zhao's malicious stabbing as an excuse, which attracted the surrounding disciples who watched the battle to attack him.

Although Yuan Zhao was very talented, the power of the True Dragon God Pill was limited after all. Facing the siege of a group of monks whose cultivation level was comparable to his own, he couldn't resist at all.

Soon after being robbed of the spirit sword, his body's cultivation was restrained, and he fell to his knees in embarrassment.

"Junior Brother Yuan, do you know your mistake?"

Qi Yue raised Yuan Zhao's chin with the tip of his sword, and smiled sarcasticly, "You hurt my fellow disciple just because of a mere spiritual fruit, the debt has not been settled yet."

"Master has already pleaded guilty to Xiyun Xianzun, and I have also been commanded to repent, what else do you have to give up?"

Yuan Zhao pursed his lips forbearance, the sword tip pierced the flesh on the side of his neck, blood oozing out, "We are all spiritual cultivators of Tianlei City, why bother to confront each other like this?"

"Who is in the same school as you?"

Qi Yue looked around, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Diancang Immortal Venerable favors you and never reveals your origin, presumably because it is not very glorious?"

"Let me guess, the Immortal Venerable is so secretive and has never seen your family come to visit you even once. Could it be..." He deliberately dragged out his voice, "Is it a monster that is despised by the world?"

Yuan Zhao suddenly widened his eyes.

His appearance and demonic energy have been modified by Si Xi's spells. Unless he is a strong man above the tribulation stage, it is impossible to see any abnormalities.

Qi Yue's words were nothing more than wild guesses, but it was a coincidence that he stepped on his back scales.

There was a faint crimson glow in the dark eyes, and he curled up his fingers, almost unable to control the surging spiritual power in the alchemy.

However, the man had repeatedly warned him that he must not expose his strength unless it was absolutely necessary.

Being insulted is trivial, but once his identity is exposed, not only is he doomed, but even Si Xi will be implicated.

Therefore, there is only patience.

"Brother Qi doesn't need to care about my life experience. To become a spiritual cultivator in Tianlei City, I have a wish to help the world in my heart, but doing good deeds is enough."

He murmured in a low voice, slowly closed his eyelids, and let those taunts and fists fall on him.

The clean gown was covered with stains and mud, and his smooth skin was also covered with bruises. He kept his eyes closed and did not resist until the crowd dispersed before he struggled to stand up.

These are flesh and blood wounds, although they don't hurt Yuanyuan, they look very embarrassing.

He took out a cleansing formula to wash off the filth on his body, and then used a blindfold to cover up the scars, straightened his appearance, and made sure that there were no flaws on the outside, and then returned to Mount Luoxi with Yujian.

Lin Yebei stood not far away, watching everything in front of him silently, feeling the pain in his heart.

...It turned out that Fu Hanzhang had endured so much suffering in silence where he couldn't see it.

The picture in his field of vision gradually faded, and the stone steps reappeared. He walked up the stairs, and after experiencing several memory pictures, he finally came to the end of the road.

The stairs in front disappeared and turned into a misty swamp. Lin Yebei looked down and found that the swamp was not mud, but stinky blood, with jagged bones and animal carcasses piled up in it, making people daunting.

Fu Hanzhang... Will he be here?

The mist blocked his sight, and even if he concentrated his spiritual power to his eyes, he couldn't penetrate it. Lin Yebei heard his heartbeat getting faster and faster, and slowly clenched his fists.

No matter what, he had to save that man.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate anymore, and without even frowning, he stepped into the swamp.

The sticky blood mud climbed onto the plain white clothes, and the foul-smelling water submerged up to his waist, but Lin Yebei didn't care. He just struggled to push aside the skeletons and corpses blocking the way, and moved forward with difficulty.

As he approached, the scene in the mist gradually became clear. From a distance, he saw a cluster of thorns gathered in one place airtight, like a gloomy cage.

And within the layers of thorns, there is a person who is sleeping with his eyes closed.

His hands and feet were firmly bound by thick thorns, the sharp thorns pierced through the flesh, blood flowed from the wound, and the lower half of his body was immersed in the swamp, the blood stained the wound, silently corroding the muscles and bones .

Pale, creepy, dead silent, desperate.

He is like a trapped beast in a desperate situation, a bird whose wings have been broken, trapped in an abyss and unable to get out.

"... Zhao'er?"

Lin Yebei stretched out his hand tremblingly, regardless of the thorns cutting his arm, he gently held Fu Hanzhang's cheek.

The coolness of the ice and snow mixed with the rich pine fragrance, in the boundless darkness and stink, awakened a trace of Fu Hanzhang's mind.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyebrows were wrinkled in pain: "No, don't, don't..."

"Don't be afraid, Master is here, Master has found you."

Lin Yebei gathered his spiritual power, pulled off the thorns wrapped around his body one by one, then wrapped his arms around his waist, and hugged him tightly.

The thorns that were torn apart quickly went back and forth, Lin Yebei didn't want them to continue to entangle Fu Hanzhang, and he didn't care about the blood and mud all over his body, so he opened his arms to protect him.

The tingling pain came through his skin, but he knew that he couldn't back down. If Fu Hanzhang couldn't get rid of the control of the inner demon by his own strength, neither he nor himself would be able to get out of the Sea of ​​Consciousness Spiritual Domain smoothly.

"Zhaoer, open your eyes and look at me," Lin Yebei endured the pain, his voice was as gentle as water,

"No matter what happens, I will never leave you again. Demons are not terrible. I will face them with you, so don't give up, okay?"

The light and soft lips were printed on the corners of Fu Hanzhang's mouth again and again, with deep-seated tenderness and attachment.

The icy blue spiritual flow passed through the darkness, awakening the soul drowning in the mud. Fu Hanzhang groaned and finally opened his eyes slowly.

"You finally woke up!" Lin Yebei raised his eyes happily, "Do you still recognize me?"

Fu Hanzhang's pupils shrunk slightly. He was in a state of confusion at the moment. He didn't realize where he was at all, and he couldn't tell whether Lin Yebei in front of him was a dream or real.

However, he soon noticed how filthy he was all over his body, and his emotions quickly became agitated, struggling to get out of Lin Yebei's embrace:

"No, master... don't touch me, dirty..."

How can a filthy evildoer who has been in the abyss of crime for years deserve to desecrate that handful of clean fresh snow?

He couldn't escape from the stinky swamp, and his extreme despair almost made him lose his mind. For a moment, he just wanted to disappear in front of Lin Yebei immediately, even giving up his life.

His knees gave way and he fell backwards.

Lin Yebei's heart skipped a beat. The blood swamp around them is the realm of demons. Once Fu Hanzhang is drowned in blood, his soul will be completely taken away, and then he will be controlled by demons and become a chaotic man. monster.

But at this moment, Fu Hanzhang was in deep despair and couldn't listen to his words at all. He gritted his teeth and released his soul regardless of the cost, tightly entangled with the other party.

Body and soul depend on each other, there is no gap between them, at this moment he dedicated himself completely, and merged with Fu Hanzhang's spirit and soul as one, no longer separated from each other.

The icy air current instantly dispelled the power of the lingering inner demon, Fu Hanzhang was shocked, his consciousness gradually returned, and only then did he realize what happened.

He raised his eyes, and within a short distance in front of him, Lin Yebei's clothes had been burned by spiritual power, and even the filth of the blood swamp around his body had been completely destroyed. The precious light flowed under his snow-white skin, and his whole body was like a delicate Jade carvings are breathtakingly beautiful.

"Master, you..." Fu Hanzhang opened his eyes wide and could barely speak.

Lin Yebei's behavior was undoubtedly very risky. Giving his soul without reservation meant temporarily giving up control of his soul. If he had a little thought, he could use his soul for his own use .

If you don't put your heart and soul into it, you won't do it.

"Zhaoer," Lin Yebei pressed his fingertips against Fu Hanzhang's lips, his lips curled up, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness, "I am willing to do all of this."

"It doesn't matter if you are a evil evildoer, or a demon king feared by the world, I only know that you are my Zhao'er, the only person I have recognized in my two lifetimes."

He kissed Fu Hanzhang's eyelashes lightly, "If you also like me in your heart, you can leave here with me, okay?"

"Master, Master..."

Fu Hanzhang responded to his lips in a panic, trembling all over, tears streaming down his face.

The power of the inner demon was dispelled by Xuefeng's spiritual power. Although he was no longer indulging in the abyss of self-contempt and despair, he still couldn't believe everything in front of him.

Is this what the person said from the bottom of his heart, or his own wishful thinking?

Born to be rejected by his biological father and neglected by the world, in his short life of hundreds of years, he has tasted all the malice in the world, and the only warmth he has is destroyed by his own hands.

If the road ahead is eternal night, that lonely moon stained with blood, would you still wish to light your way home?

"I love you, I love you..."

Salty tears melted between his lips and teeth, he murmured frantically,

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Everything is over, Zhao'er, Master will never leave you alone again."

Lin Yebei held his face in his hands, his jade-like eyes stared fixedly at him, not moving for a moment,

"Are you willing to believe in Master again?"

In an instant, all expressions lit up in those scarlet eyes, surprise, fear, regret, excitement, and gradually calmed down, turning into endless nostalgia and tenderness.

He nodded, choked up and said:

"……it is good."

……

The daylight outside the window disappeared below the horizon, and soon the sky was completely dark, and a round of bright moon climbed into the sky, casting a clear brilliance all over the ground.

It was almost late at night when Lin Yebei woke up, and he burned his soul in the realm of the sea of ​​consciousness. Although the injury was not serious, there were waves of stabbing pains in his head.

When his sight returned to clear, he slightly raised his eyes, only to see a bright face close at hand:

"Master, this time, Zhao'er will never let go."

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