Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Longyuan, the realm of life and death.

The moment he entered the enchantment, Fu Tong felt himself falling suddenly, as if he had fallen into a piercingly cold pool, and the surroundings were so dark that he couldn't see anything, only the endless coldness covering his body. As he fell into a darker and deeper abyss.

Holding the knife, he didn't make a sound or struggle, and quietly looked at the dark pool above him, allowing himself to fall, and he didn't know how long it would take, until he lost consciousness for so long, all he could feel was When the cold was left, I finally saw the light before my eyes.

A little dim light.

The feeling of falling dissipated at the same time, the abyss seemed to have touched the bottom, and the sense of nothingness under him also disappeared, replaced by a cold and slightly damp stone wall.

Fu Tong supported the stone wall and stood up, and looked around with the help of the faint light. There was no edge in the distance, and the place where he could see was all empty space, which was actually very similar to Fu Tong's previous dream.

His dream is boundless white, and here is boundless black. It is not the same place, but the feeling of suffocation and heaviness is the same, or it is a little heavier here.

Because of that lamp.

The only light in the dark night is so fragile, standing there unsteadily, as if it will be extinguished at any time. People in the abyss are attached to it, thinking it is the guide of salvation, and want to use it to walk out of the abyss, but in the end they find it In fact, the faint ones can't even illuminate places a little farther away, and they still can't leave here.

It is a vain wish.

Fu Tong looked at the lamp, and said in a faint voice, "I'm here, don't you plan to come out?"

The voice fell, and a chuckle came from a distance.

A person walked forward from the darkness, and appeared next to the dim lamp. The person still concealed his face and refused to show his face as usual, but what surrounded him was no longer the glaring white light as before, but a dark one. The black mist was hidden in the surrounding darkness and could hardly be seen clearly.

Fu Tong looked at him: "It's already this time, why bother to hide?"

Xizhao laughed again: "You are right, there is really no need."

It was rare for him to stop doing those twists and turns. The black mist around him slowly dissipated with the sound, revealing the deep eyebrows and eyes underneath, which were blurred and clear against the lamp.

It was a face that was exactly the same as Fu Qianyuan's, but the color of the pupils was different. Fu Qianyuan's human form was the color of ink, but he was bright gold, shining brightly in the gloom around him.

But this kind of brilliance does not give people a warm and bright feeling, because it is too eerie, and things that are too much will always give people a cold and weird feeling.

Fu Tong's eyes stopped on his face, his eyes were still calm, as if he had expected it.

Xizhao narrowed his eyes slightly: "You don't seem surprised?"

"What's so surprising?" Fu Tong glanced at him, his voice was flat as if he was talking about an unimportant matter, "It's just a demon, and it can only be borrowed from the Lord's appearance."

It's just a cover.

Hearing these words, Xizhao's expression twisted for a moment, but he quickly restrained himself: "When did you know?"

"Now." Fu Tong turned his knife, and finally withdrew his previous calm appearance, and slowly smiled at Xizhao, "It's just that I have such an idea, so I cheated you, I didn't expect it to be like this .”

His smile fell into Xizhao's eyes, which was particularly dazzling.

Xizhao is Fu Qianyuan's inner demon. Fu Tong had already guessed this a long time ago, and it's actually not difficult to guess, because Xizhao himself never thought of hiding it, and had already put all these on the bright side.

He told Fu Tong that he knew the reason for Fu Qianyuan's disappearance.

Make the map printed with the Longxun Mountain Range into a teleportation array for him to avoid Fu Qianyuan's approach.

Also, Fu Qianyuan, who stabbed Fu Tongxin's mouth countless times with a knife in his nightmare, also had the same golden pupils.

I have a relationship with Fu Qianyuan - this is what Xizhao has been telling Fu Tong in the past few months.

It's obviously Fu Qianyuan's demon, but the person he targets is always Fu Tong. Fu Tong doesn't know why Xi Zhao did this, nor his purpose, but he doesn't care either.

In the world of death and life, one dies in one life, and one dies forever.

Hell is right in front of us, it just depends on who can get out in the end.

Thinking of this, Fu Tong lowered his eyes and held the knife in his hand again: "Since we have entered the world of death and life, then you and I must have the same thoughts, and we are not the same way, so there is no need to say so much That's right, just come."

Xizhao sneered: "Do you really think you and I are not the same way? Look at your current appearance, do you think between the two of us... who is more like a monster?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, drew a water mirror in mid-air, and slowly pushed it in front of Fu Tong.

It was the only bright object in the surrounding gloom, and it clearly reflected Fu Tong's current appearance. His face was covered by evil lines, his body was covered in evil fog, his pupils were faintly scarlet, and it was filled with out-of-control hostility and ferocity.

Compared with Xizhao, he is indeed more like a monster.

Fu Tong looked at himself in the water mirror, and didn't make a sound for a long time, but Xi Zhao laughed, and made a soft sound in the black mist.

"Do you know? In fact, I didn't want to go to this point with you. Why bother, we hate the same person."

"... Fu Qianyuan."

"I really hate him so much. Obviously we have the same appearance, the same cultivation, and the same identity as the Dragon of Destiny. Why can he walk in the sun, but I can only hide in his shadow?"

"And you? Don't you hate him?"

Xizhao asked Fu Tong back, his voice was vaguely bewitching, like talking to a lover, very gentle: "Fu Tong, think about everything you have received in the past thousand and five hundred years, all because of him , those ridicules, those ridicules, those things that should not be borne by you, because of this person, all of them are on you, come, tell me, don't you really hate him at all?"

hatred?

Fu Tong numbly repeated this word in his heart many times, the past happy times overlapped with the later despair, just like what he saw in the dream before, passing by his heart like a horse on a horse, a little One point, the contradictions and comparisons are more heartbreaking than the words of those elves outside before, and they stabbed deeply in his heart.

Fu Tong pursed his lips, only feeling that the imprint on the back of his chest was hot again, and the red color in his pupils also faintly deepened, which was hideous and terrifying.

With his head down, he couldn't see himself in the water mirror, but Xi could see clearly.

Joy flashed across his eyes, and he didn't hide the emotions that gradually grew in his heart. He pulled off the mask of hypocrisy, revealing the naked malice underneath.

"But then again, you really have no right to hate him."

Xizhao looked at Fu Tong, his soft voice suddenly lowered, low and hoarse, gloomy in the surrounding gloom: "Who do you think you are?"

"A vicious and violent monster, a coward who deceives himself and others, is just a fake with nothing. No one is. How can he get Fu Qianyuan's love?"

"Fu Tong."

He called Fu Tong, his eyes were full of malice, and he said the following painting word by word, "Ask yourself, are you worthy?"

"..."

Responding to Xizhao was Qianyuan Dao that pierced through the air.

Xi Zhao had been on guard for a long time, and turned sideways to avoid Fu Tong's attack. With a twist of his wrist, a long halberd appeared in midair, and slashed down at Fu Tong fiercely.

"Zheng-"

A halberd and a knife collided together, making a long-lasting humming sound, and the sound of the rhinoceros shining behind the humming sounded, becoming more vicious and penetrating.

"Why, did you become angry from embarrassment, or do you want to deceive yourself again, and you don't want to listen to others?"

"To shut up."

Fu Tong raised the saber expressionlessly, surrounded by black mist, and the scar marks on his face were as thick as blood, and he slashed at Xizhao again.

Xizhao blocked it, and laughed in a low voice: "Really, why are you angry again? That's right, blame me for not asking this question. What's the answer to choose one of the two? You...you obviously have both."

"After living in a false world for a long time, do you like the feeling of self-deception and never want to wake up again?"

"But how can you never wake up?"

"Happiness belongs to Meng Qi, not you, not even Fu Tong anymore, just a monster hiding in a dark corner coveting people and things that don't belong to you."

"..."

"Look at you, how ridiculous."

He spoke very slowly, grinding on Fu Tongxin bit by bit.

"……To shut up."

Fu Tong's heart surged with hostility, the blood mist in front of his eyes became thicker and thicker, and the imprint on his back seemed to be ignited by fire, trying to burn him to death.

"Boom—"

There was a faint sound of thunder from the barrier, and black clouds slowly swept in from a distance. The only light under the abyss was faltering,

But Fu Tong couldn't hear it.

Ear-piercing screams filled his ears, covering everything around him, and the evil lines on his face darkened a little bit, like old dried blood, piercing his face, and flowing toward him together with the evil mist around him. Go away.

This kind of evil mist is even worse than the time when he crossed the mausoleum into the evil before.

Xi Zhao saw that distorted excitement flashed across his expression, and his voice became more sinister.

"Also, do you know why Fu Qianyuan was with you in the first place? Do you think it was because he liked you? It's ridiculous, let me tell you."

"He doesn't love you, it's just because he's been alone for too long, he feels lonely, and wants to find someone to accompany him, to feel the feeling of home, and you just came at this time."

"..."

Fu Tong raised his head abruptly, most of his pupils were covered in red, and he looked straight at Xizhao. His appearance could be called terrifying, but Xizhao didn't care, and laughed even more wantonly when he saw it.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Isn't the little monster about to cry again?"

"It's so pitiful, and I don't want to make you cry, but the fact is like this, what should I do?"

"He wanted someone to accompany him, so he brought you home. One day he felt tired and didn't want to continue, so he could leave at any time, leaving you there alone, and he didn't even want to take another look."

"Don't you understand?"

Xizhao smiled strangely, facing Fu Tong's face directly, with a sharp voice: "To Fu Qianyuan, you are actually a dispensable existence, a gadget to relieve boredom."

"To shut up!"

Fu Tong's eyes turned scarlet in an instant, and the Qianyuan knife was divided into hundreds around his body, whistling in the air and falling towards Xizhao, who didn't hide, picked up the long halberd and bumped into the oncoming knife in front of him, hitting again and again. .

The sound of sharp blades colliding lingered around, and golden light leaked out.

The humming sound lasted for a long time, which greatly stimulated the killing intent in Fu Tong's heart. The evil lines on his face finally became the color of ink, and the evil mist around him became deeper and deeper, sweeping far away, almost Fill all the places that two people can see.

"Boom!"

There was a thunder from above, and the lamp behind him shook more and more.

A little... just a little bit.

The excitement in Xi Zhao's eyes flashed, and his expression became distorted, staring straight at the dark sky above, waiting for the ending to land, let everything settle, and get a thorough conclusion.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

His eyes became more and more fanatical, but in the end, he didn't hear the thunder cloud falling, but he heard Fu Tong's voice first.

"So that's how it is." Fu Tong looked at him with a faint look. "Say some unbearable words to make me fall into evil, and then use the way of heaven to get rid of me. Is this your plan?"

His voice was very calm, completely different from the ferocious madness on his face, and his words were very clear and clear.

Xizhao's pupils trembled, and he looked at Fu Tong in a daze.

Fu Tong smiled slowly, and the evil lines on his face and around his body faded away the moment he looked over, and disappeared without a trace.