Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

Cold Yuchi.

Curly heat rises up, and the clear pool water reflects the bright full moon in the sky, forming a blurred phantom.

The water rippled slightly, and the tiny ripples spread out in circles.

The Mozun leaned against the icy cold jade pond wall, letting the scorching spring water soak his whole body, the bloody aura coming from around him has not dissipated for a long time, but at this moment, there is a trace of disorder in his heart that has been silent for a long time.

He looked sideways, and Li Yuan was resting on his body with his eyes closed, his cold brows drooped, his slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face, and the moonlight fell on his pale and flawless skin. Almost transparent illusion.

His long, jet-black hair floated on the surface of the water, like a spread of delicate satin, and water droplets dripped down his cheeks and landed on his sunken shoulders, lingeringly refusing to leave.

Mozun took a breath, wiped off the water droplets on Li Yuan's shoulders with his thumb, and then wrapped his body around his body, bringing him closer, but instead of pulling forcefully as before, he subconsciously relaxed the force.

Li Yuan had to change his posture with his movements, from leaning against his side to snuggling into his arms.

The thick long eyelashes trembled twice, Li Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils were bright and strange, completely destroying the cold and immortal beauty of his appearance.

There was no emotion in his eyes, and it seemed that he only reflected the figure of Mozun, but it seemed that nothing fell in his eyes, like a puppet that had lost its vitality.

Li Yuan's body was filled with a faint demonic energy, entwined around the corners of his eyes and brows, exuding a cold ghostly charm. This was the most familiar aura of the Demon Venerable, but when it fell on Li Yuan's body, it made him feel a little uncomfortable for some reason.

Li Yuan has been by his side for many years, but Mozun still remembers how he was when he first met him.

Wearing white clothes that are not stained with dust, even if blood-stained falls to the ground, it is still unattainable as a cloud.

When he imposed a ban on Li Yuan three years ago, he actually hesitated—whether he really wanted to completely destroy this person?

But he hesitated for only a moment, and the thousands of years of resentment against the injustice of heaven overwhelmed everything, so he could only vent on this person who was loved by heaven.

So Li Yuan became a victim of his subordinates.

It's just a magic sword, so what is there to care about.That's what he thought at the time.

It's just that things are always unexpected.

When this person still subconsciously resisted him even after he lost all his memory, a kind of anger welled up in his heart, and the pain that he couldn't ask for for thousands of years reverberated in his heart in an instant.

Obviously all his emotions have been silenced in his heart for a long time, but he is always reminded again and again because of this person, and the turbulent emotions are intensified, like an unknown pull from somewhere.

He hated such variables, so he personally tamed this person into another appearance.

But why... is he even more irritable now?

He was overwhelmed, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger.

Li Yuan suddenly rubbed against his arms.

Mozun came back to his senses, and saw the man looking up at him with pure blankness and doubts in his eyes, "Master."

The cold voice was slightly hoarse, the tone seemed to be a statement, but the content seemed to be coquettish, he said: "I hurt..."

Mozun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately relaxed his strength, his expression complicated.

...Li Yuan would never say such words before.

Even in the darkest and painful moments, he just swallowed the pain silently, never begged for mercy, and only when he couldn't stand it, he would let out a suppressed gasp from his mouth, or A low, muffled sob in the throat, fragile and stubborn.

It's really different.It wasn't until this time that Mozun finally confirmed that this person had really refined and transformed into a demon.

He knew that for so many years, this person had been stubbornly resisting the invasion of evil spirits, but the realm was very close to him. After being stuffed with a blood soul orb by him before, and now soaking in the blood pool for a long time, I am afraid that he has really...

There seemed to be a sigh in my heart.

He stretched out his hand to caress Li Yuan's cheek, causing a tinge of blood to float there, and then moved down, pressing his pale thin lips into a bright red.Li Yuan's face was finally not so pale, and seemed to have a tinge of life.

It's just that the eyes are still empty.

Mozun had no choice but to embrace him in his arms, wrapping one hand around his thin and tough waist, and stroking his long wet hair with the other hand, but thought that this man would never show that depressed emotion again, Dare to be angry and dare not speak, can't help but feel a little boring.

He began to wonder why he had become so strange.

In fact, he had already expected that if he wanted to obtain the things in the underworld, the ban on Li Yuan would be broken.

He was looking forward to seeing a fresh him, and after Li Yuan came back, he was indeed much fresher, but the gap between him and him became deeper and deeper.Even if Li Yuan tried his best to cover it up, how could he not see it?

He didn't care whether there was a gap between the two before, he just wanted him to surrender to him physically.Only now he found that he wanted more.He wanted Li Yuan to look at him wholeheartedly, to care about him, not only to obey his orders, but to put him on top of his heart sincerely.

This inexplicable force keeps growing.

Yes, he wanted to... have him all.

It's just that after refining the gods and turning them into demons, this completely obtained possibility has been turned into nothingness. How can a doll who has no heart care about him wholeheartedly?

This should be the reason for his irritability.Mozun thought.

no……

But a voice of rebuttal rose faintly in my heart.

Mozun didn't want to think about it any further, turned around and pressed Li Yuan against the wall of the cold jade pool, leaned over and occupied him fiercely again.The fuzzy water vapor gradually blurred the figures of the two of them, and there was a low gasp, and Li Yuan took the initiative to cater to the Mozun, with tears streaming from his eyes.

Mozun inadvertently touched his hands full of cold tears, turned him over and saw the wet tears all over his face, he cursed secretly in his heart, feeling that something was out of control.

He ended everything in a hurry, cleaned up Li Yuan, carried him back to the side hall where he usually lived, and gently put him down, and was eager to leave, but he heard the man whimper.

He took back the steps he left.Turning around, Li Yuan was staring straight at him, his blood-colored eyes were astonishingly bewitching, completely corroded by the evil spirit of blood, full of thirsty red fruit, and said intermittently: "Master, I want... Blood... um..."

Thirst for blood and killing is a characteristic shared by all magic weapon spirits.

Li Yuan suppressed so well before that Mozun never thought that he would be so thirsty for the water of killing.

Mozun hesitated for a moment, stepped forward, and pressed him into his arms to comfort him.

Li Yuan's eyes became more and more frenzied, and he obediently curled up in the demon's arms, swipe his fingertips on his wrist as if he was familiar with the way, and the thick blood mixed with the demonic air flowed out.

He lowered his head and licked the wound on his wrist, narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and showed a satisfied look on his face.

"..." Mozun watched his movements silently.

He suddenly remembered that Li Yuan, as a magic sword, was forced by him to refine gods and transform demons all the time. He might have been tormented by the evil spirit of blood for a long time, but he had imprisoned him in the magic palace for a long time. I am afraid that the desire to kill has not been relieved.

But even so, he continued to persevere, and when he really couldn't stand it, he hurt himself just like today.

Mozun's handsome face revealed a complex look that even he couldn't understand, and he pulled Li Yuan's hand away, saying: "Enough."

Li Yuan looked up at him, subconsciously said: "I'm sorry, master..." Although he didn't even know what mistake he made, his body instinct told him that the demon king was angry with him, so he needed to admit his mistake.

A complex look appeared on Mozun's face, he stopped his words, and said, "Come here."

He scratched his fingertips, and a trace of blood oozing out with an astonishing aura.

Li Yuan quickly understood what he meant, and obediently leaned over to lick the demon's fingertips, licking clean the blood that was slowly flowing out.

Like a feather, the warm tip of his tongue touched Mo Zun's heart lightly. It was such a beautiful scene, but now he couldn't feel any desire at all, he just felt full of irritability.

His blood is an extremely precious thing, immersed in thousands of years of power precipitation, it is not worth making such a contribution for a magic sword.However, when he watched Li Yuan hurt himself because his desire to kill couldn't be satisfied, he was extremely depressed, and bleeding some blood would not be a big deal.

Li Yuan's aura gradually calmed down, and the pure power contained in his blood greatly calmed down the killing desire in his heart.

However, even though it was something he longed for endlessly, his movements were still cautious and extremely restrained, and he had to lift his eyes from time to time to look at the expression of the Demon Lord, and only when he saw his acquiescence would he continue his movements.

Seeing his hesitant action, Mozun became even more irritable for some reason.He simply hugged Li Yuan to his lap, and kissed him deeply on his blood-stained lips.

Li Yuan's mouth still smelled of blood and rust, but as he kissed those soft lips, the irritability in Mozun's heart quietly subsided a lot. He kissed deeper and deeper, and it took a long time before he let go.

Hearing Li Yuan's rapid panting, a charming blood color appeared on his face, and a tinge of joy floated in his mood.

But when his sight touched those empty eyes, his good mood suddenly stagnated.

Why is this happening?

There was a trace of repressed pain in Mozun's eyes. He endured and endured, but in the end he had no choice but to turn Li Yuan into a long sword and put it in the scabbard, out of sight and out of mind.

But thinking that Li Yuan would be tortured by the Heart-Eating Soul Refining Formation in the scabbard, he closed the formation again, and then hurried away with the long sword.

He had to be clear about what was wrong with him.

Li Yuan was in the world of the scabbard, and his consciousness was gathered next to the gray mark, protected by its escaping breath.He is now completely relying on his body's instinctive activities, and his consciousness cannot go out from the inner mansion, otherwise he will be completely infected by the evil spirit of blood, and completely refine and deify the demon.

But he could feel what had been done to his body.

He watched himself being manipulated by the Demon Lord like a puppet, and his heart was calm, even indifferent, as if it was no longer his body.

He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the perception of the gray mark, and he had a hunch that soon, he would be able to get rid of all this.

If I can escape from birth...

he thought coldly.

He will definitely make Demon Venerable pay the price.