After binding the system I was forced to dress in women [Quick Transmigration]

The author has something to say: friendly reminder, this episode is very, very bloody, so be careful.

The Muhua Hall is resplendent and magnificent, the octagonal incense burner in the center of the hall is full of white smoke, a girl dressed as a maid sits with a dull face, and moves the charcoal brazier stiffly, the dying charcoal fire is more prosperous, but the hall is still very cold.

"Ahem..." Yu Fu put down a chess piece, covered his lips and coughed a few times, but the itchiness in his throat was still unbearable, so he reached out to hold the teacup on one side, and a translucent chain flashed between his raised wrists If you look carefully, you will find that his neck, wrists, and ankles are covered with silver luster, imprisoning him in an absolutely humiliating gesture, making jingling sounds as he moves.

The tea was already cold, drinking it didn't relieve it, but made the itching worse, every cough seemed to smash up all the internal organs before coughing them out.

He coughed terribly, trembling all over, with his back arched, his face pale, and the corners of his red eyes overflowing with tears, but the people around him didn't realize it, either stood still or mechanically repeated the same movement, and the rest Fu knew that they were just puppets made from human corpses, even if he died here, they would not have any reaction.

Yu Fu gradually came to his senses, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and smiled helplessly, his slightly narrowed eyes shone with fragments of light, looking pale and fragile.

Another white piece landed on the board, Yu Fu's fingertips turned blue from the cold, he paused for a while before dropping another black piece, he was playing chess with himself.

Time passed very slowly, no, in other words, every day and every second of his time here was unforgettable, longer than the previous several lifetimes.

Fortunately, there was something to pass the time, even if he was tired of it.

Yu Fu rested his chin wearily, with a sunspot between his index finger and middle finger, thinking hard about the next step.

"Clap."

A white and slender hand suddenly appeared in his sight, stretched out from his side, put down the chess piece, and pressed it on his hand on the side of the chessboard.

This hand was very cold, as if a millennium-year-old ice had been pressed on the back of the hand, Yu Fu shivered from the cold.

"Cold?" A deep voice rang in his ears, and Xi Yan came behind him at some point, he probably just came back from the outside, and his body was damp and cold.

"Not cold." Yu Fu said calmly without turning his head.

"Heh." There was a very short laugh, it was hard to tell whether it was ridicule or joking, the hand on the back of the hand moved to the shoulder, and forced Yu Fu to turn around, and the two faced each other.

Xi Yan has a rather handsome face, with deep and sharp eyebrows, but there is a faint evil look between the eyebrows, and he is obviously smiling, but his eyes are cold.

Xi Yan looked at the opposite person with downcast eyes with a half-smile, and said in a casual voice, "Just wear this, did you do it on purpose?"

Yu Fu shook his head: "No."

A hand was suddenly stuck around his neck, and Xi Yan pinched his throat, wishing he could strangle him to death, and his voice was a little harsh: "You don't want to see me that much? You don't even want to say more?"

Yu Fu had difficulty breathing, but his eyes were still lowered, and there was no wave on his face.

Xi Yan couldn't see him like this the most. For a moment, a nameless evil fire burned in his heart. There was hatred in his eyes, and he suddenly exerted force on his fingers. As long as he exerted more force, the slender neck in the palm of his hand would be like a fragile flower branch. broken.

Yu Fu's face became paler and paler, he suppressed all the fear brought about by suffocation, and his face was full of stubbornness.

call--

The hand was released, and the air poured into the nearly exhausted lungs, like a drowning person being rescued suddenly, Yu Fu placed one hand on his heart, panting heavily, followed by a new round of more heart-piercing coughing, he coughed It was so powerful that it seemed that he would die in the next second.

Xi Yan's expression was even gentle, he smiled, stroking Yu Fu's back tenderly to comfort him, coaxing him softly like a lover: "Sorry, I didn't control it just now, don't be angry with me." Said He raised his hand and pushed a strand of his hair behind his ear, "Do you remember what day it is?"

Yu Fu was stunned for a moment, remember, he remembers too much!

At that time, he had just been sent to this world, and then the system told him that a demon who would destroy the world would be born, and his task was to cross the demon and lead the demon to the right path.

However, the mouth of the system, the deceitful ghost, this task is already difficult enough, but what he never expected is that the direction of the task becomes very strange, and because of the influence of the rules, he must abide by the original world's character design , cannot ooc.

Seeing that he remained silent, Xi Yan's eyes quickly poured out a bone-chilling coldness, and the thick black mist covered the pupils like a substance, and the rain was about to come.

But the coldness dissipated in a moment, he smiled lightly, raised his hand to wipe away the tears coughed up from the corners of his eyes, turned a blind eye to the blood on the corners of his mouth, and said softly: "I knew you would forget—today is the day you and I met, 20 years ago, you passed by the abyss of extreme evil, and you brought me back when I was born." After speaking, he stared at Yu Fu's expression closely, as if he didn't want to let go of any tiny expression.

Yu Fu pursed his lips, his expression neither sad nor happy.

Xi Yan's eyes became colder and colder, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a sneer: "Of course you don't want to remember..." He looked directly into Yu Fu's eyes, and said in a playful tone, "I am the 'only' mistake in the life of a god. "

"God Lord Xi Hua, the first red lotus that bloomed in the chaos after Pangu created the world, and the last god in the world after the ancient gods withered. He lives the same life as the sky and is supreme, and enjoys the admiration of the world. It's a pity..."

Just as he was talking, he seemed to have thought of some big joke, and he couldn't help laughing out loud: "It's a pity that I'm so stupid that I want to cross the devil in a whimsical way, hahahaha..."

Xi Yan, a demon derived from all the evils in the world for tens of millions of years, gathered in Hongmeng. At the moment of birth, the sky above the abyss of extreme evil was as red as blood, and 99 ghost kites, beasts from the underworld, surrounded the storm in the center. The condensed vortex wailed and circled, and the death knell from the Western Spirit Mountain rang a full twelve times, heralding the birth of a demon king capable of destroying the world.

The god Xi Hua followed the trail, but for some reason he didn't kill the monster, and brought back an immature child.

Xi Yan laughed enough, the smile disappeared a little bit, his right hand casually drew a circle in the air, ripples appeared in the air, and a mirror appeared out of nowhere, "Since Master doesn't want to talk, why don't I show you?" something interesting?"

Yu Fu raised his head, and after seeing the scene in the mirror, his already pale face became ugly as dead gray.

He saw the purgatory-like world in Kunlun, where there were ruins as far as he could see, countless houses were engulfed by fire, filled with smoke, and thousands of eerie and twisted Nine Nether monsters drove out the survivors and tore them to pieces Devoured, the flames reflected countless frightened and pale faces.

Yu Fu saw a woman chopped down by a monster, and the baby in her arms was chewed up and swallowed. Her desperate cry before she died even pierced deeply into his heart through the silent mirror image, piercing his heart. Gouged out to pieces.

The heavy snow kept falling, covering the blood and then being stained red again. There were countless frozen bones buried under the uneven snow, countless stumps and broken arms, like withered vegetation.

Xi Yan looked at the trembling and speechless person, and said in a cheerful voice, "How is it, is it interesting?"

Yu Fu's voice was trembling: "How could this happen?"

Xi Yan raised his index finger to his lips, and said softly, "Shh, don't worry, what's more interesting is behind?" After speaking, he waved his long sleeves, and the scene in the mirror changed.

Yu Fu saw the Tianxingtai on the Styx River. He once tied Xi Yan to it with his own hands, causing the sky thunder to split his soul and the sky fire to burn his soul.

Later, he stood on the stage by himself and shattered his godhead with his own hands.

And now there is a person bound on the Tianjiao, maybe it can't be said to be a human, but a mass of human flesh and blood. He is kneeling, his body is in tatters, his head is bowed, and every joint of his body is tied with chains with sharp thorns. Locked up, the blood had already dried up, and there was a large swath of solidified black purple around his body.

This is Zhao Ling, Xi Hua's best friend, who has always believed that the devil can only be eradicated. Since Xi Yan was a child, he has been honest with him, and has almost put him to death many times.

Xi Yan narrowed his eyes, half-smile: "Do you know why he's there?"

Yu Fu closed his eyes.

Xi Yan recovered his leisure time: "I told those people that I only wanted Zhaoling's life, and then they sent Immortal Zhaoling as a god of protection to the execution platform..." He paused, seeming to find it very interesting, " Look, man...how stupid and selfish."

Yu Fu's angry eyes slightly opened: "But you didn't let them go."

Xi Yan raised his eyebrows, taking it for granted: "I am a devil, will the devil keep his promise?"

Yu Fu raised his head in disbelief, "You... cough cough cough..."

He coughed so badly that he couldn't utter a complete sentence. Xi Yan stared at him indifferently, and waved his hand to change the picture again. In the mirror, there were human beings who killed each other for the benefit of each other. He forced Yu Fu to look at him, his eyes were cruel : "Are you satisfied with what you see? Master?"

These are the people you would rather have your godhood broken than keep them.

Yu Fu coughed up a mouthful of thick blood, and the crimson red with the light golden luster unique to gods sprayed on the front of his clothes.

He coughed until his whole body convulsed, and the chains on his body rattled. Xi Yan looked up and saw the trembling chains on his body, and was a little annoyed: "Oh, I almost forgot." Loose, all the chains are broken.

Xi Yan pulled the exhausted man into his arms, wrapped him in a thick fox fur, and rubbed against his ear with his hot breath, unexpectedly intimate: "Master, be good, I won't lock you up. "

Yu Fu let him hug him, with a blank expression on his face, his godhead had already been shattered, and now he didn't have any divine power, he might not even be as good as an ordinary human being, not to mention there were so many corpse puppets around him watching, Xi Yan locked him up, instead of It is more appropriate to say that it is to prevent him from escaping, rather than to humiliate him.

Yu Fu was so ill that he couldn't get out of bed. He lay in bed groggy all day long, dreaming strange and bizarre dreams.

He also dreamed of Xi Yan when he was a child, his innocent eyes, the little child learning to walk crookedly, and crying when he fell in pain.

Gradually the child grew up, and he taught him to read and teach him to be kind. The man who was not yet a teenager was full of enthusiasm, and he was determined to be an admirable hero.

Since when did it change?

It probably started with the boy becoming more and more reticent and the unwillingness in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.

A young child may not be able to understand the fear and hatred in the eyes of outsiders, but as he grows older, all the precautions and malice of the crowd are enough to destroy his sensitive heart.

Later, when he was wronged again and again, and criticized again and again, this kind of unwillingness and anger accumulated layer upon layer.

Born as a demon, even breathing is wrong in the eyes of others.

The resentment accumulated for more than ten years finally erupted on a certain day, and the child who had suffered from malice finally lived up to everyone's expectations, and after despair again and again, Nirvana became a demon.

The dream turned upside down, Yu Fu seemed to be standing on the abyss of extreme evil again, the young man with black hair and red pupils at the bottom of the cliff, his face was covered with red lines of evil, his long hair was flying wildly, and his clothes flapped with anger , He shattered the seal of Nine Nether Purgatory with one blow, and suddenly the situation changed, the earth rumbled and trembled, the sky turned into an evil dark purple, and tens of thousands of monsters rushed out in fear of death.

Yu Fu wanted to stop him, but he couldn't move, his voice was stuck in his throat, watching him sacrifice his soul and fall into the devil forever.

The face of the sleeping person was in extreme pain. Xi Yan stood by the bed, looking at the person on the bed without blinking. He was carrying a strong smell of blood, and the bottom of his clothes was soaked in a sticky dark color. There was a deep red dripping on it.

He stood quietly for a long time, and seeing the man's increasingly painful expression, he finally moved his fingers. After the dull-faced corpse puppets around the room retreated stiffly, he climbed onto the bed and hugged him into his arms.

He buried his head deeply in the man's neck, as if a person on the brink of suffocation finally breathed sweet oxygen, breathing heavily, his chest beating violently due to being overfilled, every time, so that he would not think I have already died.

Yu Fu's dream was very chaotic, and he heard someone whispering in his ear: "I'm already in hell, you can't get me out."

The days passed quietly, every second was lifeless.

Yu Fu's illness came and went again and again, seeing that winter was almost over and he might not recover, but this day he got better a little, Xi Yan hugged him and sat in the pavilion in the garden to breathe.

Thick curtains were hung around the pavilion, the snow outside was still falling, and the heavy snowflakes fell down, seemingly without end. I don’t know what kind of incense was burning in the incense burner, and the thin smoke lingered in the warm pavilion. An inch that lulls you to sleep.

Yu Fu's cold and pale face was half hidden under the fox fur, and the exposed half of his face was sleepy, without a trace of emotion.

Xi Yan, however, seemed very interested, and asked the corpse puppet maid to open one side of the curtain, and said to Yu Fu, "Master, do you want to see the flowers?"

Yu Fu took a look outside and shook his head: "It's cold winter, how can there be any flowers?"

Xi Yan smiled, "Of course, if you don't believe me, take a look."

Yu Fu turned his head, not knowing how Xi Yan would act, the snow outside melted quickly, green buds emerged from the branches, and round flower buds emerged from the branches, and then the buds changed from green to pink, blooming visibly with the naked eye, and it didn't take long It was full of peach blossoms.

As if the spring breeze rises from the ground, one tree after another spreads out until the garden is full of beautiful peach blossoms. When the wind blows, the flower branches sway, and the pink petals flutter and whirl down, and one or two petals float into the pavilion. , falling on Yu Fu's fingertips.

Yu Fu looked at the petals, and there was some vitality in his eyes. Although his real body is a chaotic red lotus, he loves peach blossoms even more.

"Do you like it?" Xi Yan asked lazily, staring at him.

Yu Fu flicked the petals off, couldn't help coughing in the cold wind, and said flatly, "It's just a blindfold."

Xi Yan was not annoyed, and ordered the maid to lower the curtain, and the peach blossoms outside the pavilion all withered the moment the curtain fell, and all the flowers and trees died in a blink of an eye, leaving only the bony dead branches with teeth and claws.

Xi Yan pulled him into his arms again, kissed the back of his neck affectionately, and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

Yu Fu struggled, but was pressed down effortlessly, his brows were tightly frowned: "What are you doing?"

Xi Yan's voice was low and hoarse, the hand holding him became tighter, and his eyes were strange and charming: "Master Shenjun, don't you want to cross the demon? Have you ever heard of—"

The tip of his tall nose lightly rubbed against Yu Fu, his lips seemed to brush against his ears, and the rest of his words came out with a frivolous and enthusiastic breath: "—blasphemy."

Yu Fu didn't have time to be astonished, he was hugged horizontally by him, teleported into the room in the blink of an eye, and his body was pressed heavily on the bed.

The next memory was confused, and Yu Fu couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. In the confusion, Xi Yan let out a muffled snort. There was a bloodstain near the collarbone. Black and purple blood oozed out, and black devilish energy was radiating from the wound. , looks startling.

Xi Yan looked down at the person below him, grabbed the hand that hurt him, and smiled evilly: "Did you see? Even my blood is black, Master."

After the words fell, he bowed down without hesitation...

The snow stopped, but Yu Fu's body, which was weaker than ordinary people, was getting worse and worse. His room was replaced by Xi Yan's dormitory, and he hardly saw anyone during the day, and he would only come back at night.

Tonight's Xi Yan was extremely depressed, he went to bed and lay next to Yu Fu without saying a word, hugged him sideways into his arms, and kissed him on the back of his neck, but he didn't do anything more out of bounds.

"Xi Hua," Xi Yan said suddenly, "Everyone in the world hates me and fears me, and hopes that I will die without a place to bury me. What about you?"

Yu Fu didn't answer, and there was a long silence in the dim curtain, until the people behind him heard steady breathing, and then there was a barely audible sigh.

"Sorry……"

The spring day came sooner than expected, and the warm golden light poured in from outside the house, but the stove in the house had not been turned off for a long time.

Xi Yan's demonic nature became more and more serious, but he also became more and more dependent on Yu Fu. Yu Fu was entangled with him all night, but when he woke up the next day, there was no one around him.

The garden can be seen from the window of the room. The flower trees inside are replanted, and the buds are drawn out in the first spring breeze, and they will bloom soon.

There was no one guarding the room, probably because Xi Yan felt it was unnecessary, and Yu Fu sat quietly playing chess alone, waiting for the night to fall.

The last ray of light at the edge of the sky was swallowed by darkness, and finally a long-lost voice sounded in Yu Fu's mind.

The tone of the system is still flat: "Host, the time is up."

The world is still barren, and the arrival of spring does not bring hope of life. There are rotting corpses buried under the soil, and those who died tragically turned into wraiths, wandering the world, crying endlessly.The scavenging birds and beasts were mutated by the magic energy, wandering together with the monsters, looking for the breath of strangers.

To the west of the human world, Xi Yan sat lazily on a pitch-black monster, surrounded by thousands of monsters, casually looking at the person opposite, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Devil, if we die today, we will die with you!" The leader, Chang Jian Yukong, had a resolute expression on his face.

There are countless people from various sects standing behind him, probably those surviving sects have gathered together, after so long, people are almost dying, and they still don't give up.

People who are not afraid of death stand up one after another, with deep-rooted hatred on their faces, and they are all cursing him for not wanting to die. Xi Yan picked out his ears in boredom, half-closed his eyes, and looked sluggish, as if he was going to sleep in the next second with.

I don't know who opened the mouth: "There is also the hypocritical and despicable Fallen God Xi Hua. If it weren't for him, how could this devil survive to this day! I only wish that the punishment of heaven has not yet come, and he cannot be crushed to ashes!"

Xi Yan opened his eyes.

"Yes! If it wasn't for him, why would we be in this situation?"

"Hey, the hypocritical God, it's in vain for us to worship like this before!"

"I heard that he is still promiscuous with this demon master and apprentice, just thinking about it makes me sick..."

What followed was unbearable obscenities.

The interest in his eyes gradually turned cold, Xi Yan raised his hand, and the person standing at the front of the line who spoke the loudest suddenly seemed to have something stuck in his throat, and was lifted up in the air.

The man's face was purple, his eyes were protruding, he kept scratching his throat with his hands, and kicked his feet fiercely in the air, looking in extreme pain.

With a sneer on Xi Yan's face, his five fingers suddenly closed together. At the same moment, everyone present heard a tooth-piercing click, and the neck of the choked person twisted into a strange arc, and his body twitched strangely, then limp. Falling weakly from the sky, it was torn into pieces by the monsters who had been waiting for a long time below in front of everyone. The terrifying sound of flesh tearing mixed with the sound of swallowing deeply pierced everyone's eardrums, and a strong smell of blood came over their faces. , Countless nightmares swept their hearts in an instant.

Finally someone couldn't take it anymore and screamed, and then the crowd rushed towards Xi Yan like moths to a flame.

When Yu Fu arrived, the battle was almost one-sided. Xi Yan was high above, looking down at the ants below with no expression on his face. The monsters preyed on their prey wantonly, and the stumped limbs and broken arms were mixed with blood dripping all over the ground. Countless dead faces were terrified. , Roaring, the bloodshot eyeballs were gouged out by the sharp claws, rolled to the ground, crushed by the chaotic footsteps, and fell into the muddy dust.

This scene is too tragic, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an endless hell.

Yu Fu was suspended in mid-air, his body was shimmering, his eyes were slightly closed, and his fingers formed a complicated curse mark.

The dots of light are guided, rising from all directions, lingering in the world like fireflies, this is the godhead he shattered before.He closed his eyes, with a peaceful expression, and a red lotus imprint appeared between his eyebrows, which gradually condensed into substance and emerged from the center of his eyebrows.

This is his body, the lotus of chaos.

At first, the red lotus was just a flower bud, emitting dim light, but as the petals of the flower bloomed, one by two, the light became more intense, and the scattered beams illuminated the misty surroundings.

As soon as the lotus came out, all the monsters within a hundred miles felt the existence of the gods, greedily raised their ugly heads, and looked at Yu Fu in midair.

Although they are only the lowest level of monsters, they have the most sensitive senses for delicious food, and they rush towards Yu Fu frantically.

Xi Yan was stunned the moment he felt the lotus of chaos. He turned his head and saw the person not far away.

The red lotus is about to fully bloom, emitting a dazzling light like the scorching sun, and all monsters approaching are crushed into dust by the light.

"What are you going to do? Stop it!" Xi Yan's face was extremely gloomy, and he waved his hand to smash the monsters around him, and jumped over the air, but was blocked by an invisible barrier in mid-air. None of them can get in.

Yu Fu was enveloped in a holy halo, his pale face was flushed with the red lotus blooming, suddenly a burst of fairy music came from nowhere, the music was sometimes high and ups and downs, sometimes low and melodious, it was the chaos of the primordial, the pound of the world Majestic, the magnificence of the ancient gods, the sorrow of the gods' withering, countless notes are connected in series, and the way is full of vicissitudes.

The red lotus has bloomed to the extreme, Yu Fu opened his eyes, his life essence was reflected in his eyes, and his expression was pitiful.

"Xi Hua!" Xi Yan was three steps away from him, seemed to realize what he was going to do, with a grim expression on his face, "Stop it, do you hear me?"

Yu Fu was silent.

"Is it worth it just for these ignorant things?" Xi Yan said viciously with bloodshot eyes.

The sky turned into a thick ultramarine blue color, with a few wisps of fish-belly white at the end, and a few hectares of bright red blood lines pulled apart the fish belly, and the bright and colorful clouds and clouds were about to come out.

Dawn has come, the sky, it's almost dawn.

Yu Fu heard the sound of the system, and at the moment when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, he ignited the fire of his own soul, and the red lotus burst into bright flames. In an instant, the countless fragments of godhead in the world turned into Blossoming flaming fire lotuses fell from the sky, and a wanton rain of fire fell in the world, and all the monsters contaminated were burned to ashes in an instant.

The red lotus karma is burning in full swing, accompanied by broken and distorted wailing, burning away the sins and evil karma of the world.

Yu Fu was wrapped in the pain of tearing his soul, his consciousness was lost, and his body began to gradually shatter into spots of light.

Who knows who rushed to his side, wrapped in flames, stretched out trembling hands to hug him, but could only touch broken spots of light.

"No!!!" The voice was hoarse and indistinguishable, and Yu Fu couldn't tell who it was in a trance. He struggled to open his eyes, and in his blurred vision was the red lotus karma that filled the sky, and a lonely man stood on the karma fire. Countless scorched hands protruded from hell, pulling him ferociously, howling and trying to drag him into purgatory.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but subconsciously felt that he must be in extreme pain right now, so that even the air was filled with despair.

The system started to function, and Yu Fu's memory became confused. The voice in his ear sounded extremely sad, and it actually touched his heart with a dull pain, as if it was overlapping with someone in his memory. He tried hard to see clearly, but after all, With more than enough heart but not enough strength, he couldn't help being sleepy and slowly closed his eyes.

Xi Yan held the last bit of light in his arms in vain, with a crazy look on his face, the light was so weak that he couldn't catch it no matter what, he waved his hands like crazy, mumbling something in his mouth, and finally gathered the light into the palm.

He was crying and laughing crazily, holding the light tightly, but his palm suddenly felt hot, and then a scorching heat quickly penetrated his arm to his heart, igniting a blazing flame in his heart.

The flames were extremely blazing, as if thousands of sharp knives had been pierced into his heart, and the heart-piercing pain came in an instant. Xi Yan fell to his knees, raised his head and let out a painful roar.

Spring comes, the earth rejuvenates, everything rekindles the fire of life, the barren land is gradually dyed green, dead trees sprout new buds, bright flowers bloom one after another, rotten bones under the soil are exposed to the ground, and the dead are in vain. People came back from the dead and stood blankly beside the ruins.

A pattering spring rain fell from the sky, washing away the filth and filth of the world, love and hate disappearing, indicating that the new morning sun is rising in the east, and the rain and fog that will not be cleared in the future will be refracted into brilliant colors.

Xi Yan's expression gradually calmed down, and the red pupils faded away, replaced by deep black eyes, full of bewilderment and helplessness.

He lowered his head subconsciously, his pupils reflected the imprint of the red lotus in his heart.

what is this?

He opened his five fingers and held them empty, suddenly raised his head to look at the clear sky after the rain, stroked his heart belatedly, he didn't understand why the heart was empty, it seemed that a piece was missing forever, and could never be filled again.

The gods fall and the demons cross, and the love disperses and the soul disappears.