The devil is below, I am the master

What is the hell of a thousand kalpas?

A flat boat lay quietly in the middle of the sea, slowly drifting with the waves.

The little dwarf Wen Ran stood on tiptoe, looked at the boat in the distance, and asked curiously.

The person pulling him looked at the sea and replied, "That's where the immortals are exiled."

……

It's pretty much a wasteland.

The territory is vast and boundless, and as far as the eye can see, there is only endless desolation and endless sea water.

In this kind of place, it is said that only one kind of plant can survive for a long time.

That is the Bianhua, which is known as the "dead man's flower".

It is rumored that the fragrance of Bianhua flowers has mysterious power, which can evoke the memory of the dead.

Plant it by the Santu River, maybe the passing souls will remember something?

Wen Ran, who was sitting among the red Bana flowers at the moment, was thinking wildly like this.

Beside him, there were several long chains extending towards the other side like dark poisonous snakes.

At the end of the chain is dark red blood.

Blood stained the ink clothes.

It's a pity that the people in Moyi didn't pay attention.

This is Wen Ran's third day in the Exiled Lands.

At this time, there were only two days left before Bai Zhe was stripped of the Tianyuan seal, but Bai Zhe, who was in front of Wen Ran, was still in the pain of the chaos of the memories of two lifetimes and the unity of immortals and demons.

Who can gain the upper hand between the Tianyuan seal and the bloodline power of the first generation of Demon Lord, which is enough to lead the fairy world?

Wen Ran didn't know.

He does not have the power to dominate the inner court like Yan Fei, nor does he have a shockingly profound cultivation base.

He is just a little fairy in charge of marriage.

Since finding Bai Zhe, Wen Ran has lived in this barren land.

Every day is the silent silence, the dazzling flowers of the other shore, and the sky that always seems to be burning red.

Sometimes there was a voice, it was the number of times he was talking to "Bai Zhe".

Only, never got a response.

Bai Zhe is still alive.

This is a great thing.

But maybe life is better than death?

Now Bai Zhe is firmly imprisoned in the Land of Exile by the chain made of Xuantian fine iron, and Xuantian fine iron is a treasure that has been refined for hundreds of years from the true fire of Samadhi. The real fire attached to it will continuously burn the opponent's body and soul.

Until the dead.

Wen Ran could only look at him quietly.

It was as if his heart was being burned by a real fire, and it was so painful that he almost shed tears.

But Bai Zheming endured all kinds of pain, but still couldn't wake up.

He often frowned, and occasionally his trembling body made the crisp sound of chains colliding, but even if Wen Ran was right in front of him, he couldn't recognize Wen Ran.

"Bai Zhe, what were we talking about yesterday—" Wen Ran forcibly brought back the topic, and continued talking to Bai Zhe today, "By the way, speaking of your elder brother in Daming'en Mansion, his name is Bai Zhe. Cai. Didn’t we mess up his marriage? Later, we participated in the local flower fair and ran into the selection of the oiran..."

"What's the name of that oiran?" Wen Ran suddenly couldn't remember, and after thinking hard for a while, "...I really can't remember, but I remember that he is pretty. But, not as good-looking as you."

Wen Ran held her chin, stared at Bai Zhe's pale face, talking to herself.

If Bai Zhe could hear it, he would probably glance at him indifferently.

At night.

Boy Qingfeng came to see him.

There must be no one watching from Yuelao Pavilion, so Qingfeng had to come over to see how he was doing.After all, Wen Ran himself is still a sick person, the environment in the exile is harsh, and the wind blowing is also very hard.

Wen Ran was here alone, he was terribly worried.

Today, he came alone by boat again to bring him various foods and medicines, and he also talked about the various gatherings of the inner court to discuss the matter of Maoyue.

In fact, Wen Ran doesn't really need food anymore, he is not in the mood to crave the beauty of food anymore, but medicine is the only thing he needs.

Qingfeng argued with him about applying the medicine, and then he drove Qingfeng away.

The land of exile is called Hell of Myriad Tribulations. It was originally the land of the underworld, but it was borrowed from the fairy world.

Souls come and go, accumulating the thoughts of love and hatred of countless evil spirits and ghosts.

It's not a good place after all.

Qingfeng's cultivation base was much lower than his, and staying here for a long time would be harmful and useless, so he made up his mind to drive him away.

Wen Ran held the medicine bottle sent over in his hand, thinking that he had to give himself the medicine.

Although laborious, it is also a way to pass the time.

Sitting among the flowers on the other side, he gently unbuttoned the clothes on his upper body, revealing a scarred back.

The previous wound has not healed.

Wen Ran stretched her arms and began to apply the medicine on her shoulders with difficulty.

Fortunately, this bottle of medicine is liquid, and Wen Ran dipped it in with his fingers, making it easier to apply.

However, as soon as he stretched out his fingers, he suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder.

Sure enough... the wound was still open.

Wen Ran endured the pain, so he had no choice but to take out a clean cloth first, intending to stop the bleeding first.

But the next second—

The sound of collision came from the chain behind him.

Wen Ran turned around abruptly.

A face that had become very pale due to long-term pain appeared behind him impressively.

It's Bai Zhe.

He was giving himself medicine with his back turned to Bai Zhe, and the distance between the two was quite close.

Now Bai Zhe suddenly approached him, which really shocked him.

This was probably the first time in the past few days that Bai Zhe showed closeness to him.

"Apprentice, apprentice?" Wen Ran was nervous for a moment, and habitually called him apprentice again.

However, Bai Zheyin's red eyes were fixed on his exposed shoulder covered in blood.

Wen Ran suddenly remembered the many times he had had.

Those touches with Bai Zhe.

It even turned into a skin-to-skin relationship.

His immortal energy seemed to be able to help Bai Zhe suppress the devil energy in his body.

Wen Ran's heart moved, he showed no fear towards Bai Zhe who was covered in blood, he just raised his head and pointed to his shoulder and asked, "...Do you want it?"

Bai Zhe didn't speak, but he responded.

Yin Hong's eyes turned to Wen Ran's face, and the upper body leaned forward again regardless of the pain of the chain tightening.

Wen Ran had a panoramic view of his reaction.

He took a deep breath, as if he was making the last hesitation and thinking.

In the end, he finally took the initiative to move towards Bai Zhe.

I don't know when, Bai Zhe has grown the sharp and thin fangs that only the monsters have.

The fangs snapped down towards Wen Ran's bleeding shoulder.

Wen Ran was so painful that she almost cried out on the spot.

Fortunately, it wasn't the fangs that were waiting for him that tore his flesh.

Bai Zhe... is asking for his blood.

The wound, which was not well at first, was completely ruptured.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and finally all fell into someone's mouth.

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