I've fucked up all the bosses

The maple leaf fell on the white snow, and it was as bright red as blood.

Hua Chao's fingers suddenly lost strength, and when he lost his strength, the broom in his hand fell on the snow, making a deep hole in it.

He looked at the maple leaf in horror, all the blood on his face faded, and instantly turned pale, and then ran like crazy towards the direction where Ye Zhihuan disappeared.

"Ye Zhihuan, Ye Zhihuan, Ye Zhihuan..."

As he rushed into the forest, he shouted Ye Zhihuan's name heartbreakingly.

Tall trees covered with ice crystals and snowflakes blocked the view ahead, and the world was dead and pure white.

Tiny ice flakes fell from the snow-covered canopy, and the distant trees were covered in a faint cold mist.

There was a series of shallow footprints on the snow, Hua Chao ran along the series of footprints, the cold air poured into the lungs along the nasal cavity, and there was a cold blood in his throat, he shouted at Ye Zhihuan hoarsely , but Ye Zhihuan never responded.

Their hearing power is far superior to that of ordinary people, even if Ye Zhihuan's cultivation keeps dropping, he still can't fail to hear his shouts.

A few fiery red maple leaves suddenly appeared next to the shallow footprints on the snow, Hua Chao was so worried that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

Don't let anything happen...

Don't let anything happen...

There are more and more maple leaves on the snow. From a distance, it looks like bright red blood splashed on the white snow.

Hua Chao ran wildly, and the fast-moving figure stopped suddenly when he saw the kneeling swordsman in front of him.

There are dots of red on the snow ahead, but they are not the fiery red maple leaves, but the real blood splashed on the snow.

Not far away, the swordsman knelt on the snow on one knee with the ancient knife in his hand, and large swaths of red spread around him around him.

The red color is still slowly spreading around, like a puddle of vermilion paint dripping on the rice paper.

Hua Chao screamed and rushed over immediately.

He held Ye Zhihuan's arm with trembling hands, blood was dripping from the corner of Ye Zhihuan's mouth, those extremely black eyes seemed to be out of focus, his eyes turned to Hua Chao's face for a while, and then gradually focused.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something to Hua Chao, but when he opened his mouth, he coughed up a big mouthful of blood. Hua Chao was heartbroken, and he raised his hand to cover Ye Zhihuan's mouth. popped out between the fingers.

Ye Zhihuan looked at him stubbornly with his black eyes, and a few indistinct syllables came out of his throat.

With tears in his eyes, Hua Chao said in a sobbing voice, "Don't be in a hurry to talk." Ye Zhihuan shook his head, raised a blood-stained finger and pointed forward.

With teary eyes, Hua Chao looked in the direction he pointed out.

A maple-red figure slowly walked out of the cold mist.

Even though there was no wind, a section of maple-red wide sleeves and streamers stretched out from the mist, like some kind of soft tentacles with strong poison, protruding from the misty mist, floating lightly and presumptuously in the air.

As he approached step by step, his face shrouded in cold mist became clear bit by bit.

It was breathtakingly gorgeous and beautiful.

Under this beauty, Huachao's heart gradually becomes desperate.

He hugged the seriously injured swordsman, looking desperately at the demon emperor approaching him.

Under the mighty aura of the Demon Emperor, his knees had sunk deep into the snow, and his back was also bent under the pressure of the terrifying aura.

The Demon Emperor is too powerful, he has only felt this kind of frightening power from the data torrent.

Hua Chao clenched his teeth, his head drooping because of the coercion of the Demon Emperor.

If he hadn't been so embarrassing in front of the Demon Emperor in the past, but he lost two tails and suddenly fell from a nine-tailed monster to a seven-tailed monster, the coercion that he usually doesn't take seriously can't bear it now.

His current appearance fell into the eyes of the Demon Emperor, which made the already angry heart of the Demon Emperor even more angry.

The little fox he raised with his own hands is now wearing coarse cloth clothes that are full of patches, and his hair is tied behind his head with a piece of linen.

The Demon Emperor watched the little fox grow up, and he participated in Hua Chao's entire life, witnessing Hua Chao's transformation from a milk fox with one eye open to a majestic nine-tailed demon.

The fox he spoiled to heaven grew up among the treasures, and he raised him carefully since he was a child. The water he drank was the fairy spring that he had treasured for 1 years. He also took out the spring eyes of the fairy spring for the little fox take a bath.

The snacks that the little fox ate since he was a child are the divine fruits that grow from the soil where he is rooted. Any fruit is a rare treasure in the world. It is also a branch on him.

The clothes she wears on weekdays are all made of natural silk, and the headbands and crowns that tie her hair are inlaid with gold and jade, and she wears patched clothes.

Back then, the small dumpling that was only the size of a palm was brought up by him so hard, and he was not willing to let him suffer a little bit of grievance. Who would have thought that it was just closed for a while, and when it came out again, a good little fox would turn into what it is now? Poor look.

With a maple leaf between his fingers, the Yaohuang walked up to Hua Chao with his wide sleeves fluttering, and said in a warm voice: "Chao'er follow me back to the Yaozu, you are still young, don't indulge in love and go astray."

Hua Chao didn't say a word, just hugged Ye Zhihuan and wept silently.

Seeing him like this, the Demon Emperor was somewhat annoyed, but he couldn't bear to get angry with him, so he glanced at Ye Zhihuan, and said softly, "I raised you by myself, but I don't want to see you because of a A useless person is willing to degenerate."

Hua Chao's tears kept falling, and the Yaohuang turned the maple leaf on his fingertips, and glanced lightly: "It just broke one of his legs, why are you crying so hard?"

The Demon Emperor said it lightly, once a big ancient demon like him strikes, the damage caused cannot be healed, and the swordsman's leg may be useless.

The swordsman lost too much blood, and his eyes were so dizzy. His blood-stained hands tightly grasped Hua Chao's wrist, as if he was trying to hold something back in vain.

A branch emerged from the snow, Shengsheng rolled up Ye Zhihuan from Huachao's arms and threw it aside, leaving a long red mark on the snow.

"do not want!"

With a scream, Hua Chao suddenly stepped forward to grab Yaohuang's hand, and pulled the branch desperately.

He used too much force, and a bloodstain was drawn on his pure white palm by the branch.

The Demon Emperor frowned, and immediately took the branch back.

Hua Chao crawled towards Ye Zhihuan with hands and feet, halfway through the climb, he was pulled back by the Yaohuang with his arms around his waist.

The Demon Emperor said coldly: "You are the pride of the Demon Clan, a mere cripple can bring you down to this point."

The so-called caring is chaotic, Ye Zhihuan's tragic injury made Hua Chao startled and hurt, and his mind went blank.

At this moment, being hugged by the Yaohuang around the waist, he slowly calmed down again.

Feeling the undisguised killing intent on the Demon Emperor, he gradually stopped his tears, knowing that at this moment he must never provoke the Demon Emperor again.

The cold air sucked into his nostrils, and the bone-piercing coolness made him calm down. He held the Yaohuang's wrist and began to admit his mistake in a low voice.

His voice was low, with a thin cry, and he tugged on the Yaohuang's sleeve and said: "I know I was wrong."

No matter whether he sincerely admitted his mistake or not, the Demon Emperor's heart softened after he admitted his mistake. He couldn't be cruel to the little fox he raised with his own hands no matter what.

The Yaohuang looked at the little fox who was pulling his sleeve and lowering his head obediently admitting his mistake to him, his tone softened involuntarily.

"You go back to the Yaozu with me, and I won't pursue this matter."

Hua Chao said in a low voice: "I want to wait for Ye Zhihuan to wake up before leaving. After all, I was the one who killed him."

The Yaohuang hugged Hua Chao's shoulders, and said softly: "That's okay, I won't allow anyone to disturb your mind, I came here today to take his life, and I won't let you have any worries."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, holding a fiery red maple leaf between his fingers.

Hua Chao was shocked, and hastily stretched out his hand to grab Yaohuang's wrist, and snatched the maple leaf between his fingers.

Facing the slightly cold gaze of the Shang Yaohuang, Hua Chao said in a low voice: "I already feel guilty towards him. If you kill him like this, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."

The Demon Emperor looked into his tearful eyes, and slowly withdrew his hand.

Hua Chao said bitterly: "Three days, give me another three days, I will go back to Yaozu with you after I settle the matter here, and I will never see him for the rest of my life."

The demon emperor asked: "Although you don't see him, do you still miss him? The life of the demon clan is long. If I kill him, you will suffer for a while, but with me by your side, after three to five hundred years, you will slow down. Slowly forget about him."

With flushed eyes, Hua raised her head to look directly into his eyes, her eyes were sharp, and her voice was sad: "You are so cruel, you insist on killing him to make me sad?"

The Demon Emperor was stopped by him, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I'm not willing to make you sad."

Hua Chao wiped his eyes and said calmly: "Then give me three days, three days is just enough to practice Wangqing Pill, after three days, I will forget about Ye Zhihuan, and I will never think of him again."

After a long silence, the Demon Emperor finally nodded expressionlessly.

Ye Zhihuan didn't pass out completely, he heard every word of the conversation between Hua Chao and Yaohuang.

There is so much pain in my heart, but I can't put it into words.

Ye Zhihuan finally woke up at dusk, and Hua Chao was sitting by the side looking at him with red eyes.

Ye Zhi fantasized about getting up to comfort him, but as soon as he moved his right leg, he felt a sharp pain.

He let out a muffled groan, and Hua Chao rushed forward to help him. He untied the bandage on Ye Zhihuan's leg that was seeping blood, and was about to change his dressing, but Ye Zhihuan held his hand suddenly.

Then there was a low "Don't go", like a sharp knife pierced Hua Chao's heart, causing him terrific pain.

He held Ye Zhihuan's hand back, choked up and couldn't speak before opening his mouth.

Ye Zhihuan said: "If you take the Wangqing Pill and forget me completely, you might as well kill me with one knife."

Hua Chao didn't know what to say, so he had to force a smile: "There is hope only in life, so you can fulfill me."

The light in Ye Zhihuan's eyes slowly went out.

Three days later, Hua Chao took the Wangqing Pill and left the Yongye Canyon with the Demon Emperor.

One month later, Ye Zhihuan recovered from his illness, and he abandoned the path of ruthlessness and switched to the path of killing.

Once you step into the killing path, you won't be crazy or alive.

There are so many cultivators in this world, but there are very few cultivators who practice the Dao of Slaughter, and all of them are ups and downs in the sea of ​​blood.

Three years later, Ye Zhihuan reappeared in the arena, from a ruthless swordsman to a murderous swordsman, drinking blood with a magic knife.

Everyone in the arena is in danger.

Those who practice the way of killing will prove the way by killing, and they will be punished in groups.

Thousands of years ago, there was a swordsman who fell into a demon, slaughtered 24 cities of the human race, and then killed himself with a sword.

This swordsman's saber is the enchanted sword in Ye Zhihuan's hand now, and the swordsman who committed suicide after becoming enchanted is practicing the way of killing.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-2221:11:42~2020-06-2322:29:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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