Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Everything was eerily quiet and eerily cold.

Lying on the cold stone wall, Xizhao looked at Fu Tong for a moment, only to feel that those sober and transparent eyes were scorching, and scars were burned on his soul.

"Absurd, really absurd..."

After a long time, he moved his eyes away from Fu Tong, looked up at the dark sky above, and murmured something in a hoarse and light voice. He didn't know whether he was talking about Fu Tong or himself.

Isn't it ridiculous?

The liking and love for Fu Qianyuan was the only truth he ever said in his life, but the person he heard was not Fu Qianyuan, but the person he hated the most in his life.

Xi Zhao closed her eyes and laughed hoarsely: "I have been in this world for thousands of years, but it seems like I have never been here, leaving nothing behind. Now, my life is coming to an end, but the person who sent me is still The person I least want to see."

"How ridiculous."

The lights behind flickered for a while, and the shadows of two people were reflected in the distance, lying in scarlet blood, like two fragmented ghosts in the thorn bushes.

Fu Tong looked at Xizhao in silence, and after a while, he said softly, "Why?"

"Why? You ask me why?"

Xi Zhao laughed madly as if hearing some joke: "Because I have no choice, do you understand? I have no choice. From the moment I opened my eyes in this world, everything was doomed... ...You don't know how much I hate, hate heaven, hate you, and hate Fu Qianyuan, why should I do this? Why, you don't even give me a little choice?!"

His voice was crazy, and he didn't know when he opened his eyes. He looked straight at Fu Tong, and the hatred and jealousy in him stabbed Fu Tong ferociously like a piercing knife.

He hated it to the extreme. The halberd that fell beside him sensed his master's emotions and kept making sharp buzzing sounds. Seeing that he was about to lose control, Fu Tong raised his hand and gently fell down. Hundreds of halberds in mid-air were ready to go. The knife fell with his movement, nailing Xizhao to the stone wall again.

"Zheng-"

The screeching stopped, and the lights behind flickered violently.

The scarlet blood covered the old blood and flowed into the distance little by little.

Endless pain filled the whole body, Xizhao's fingers trembled, but suddenly calmed down at this moment, although the pupils of the eyes were still scarlet, but they did not have the crazy look before, their eyes stopped on Fu Tong, and after a while, they laughed softly : "Fu Tong."

He called Fu Tong: "Let me tell you a story."

Xi told the story as he wanted, but he didn't really care whether Fu Tong was willing to listen to it or not. After finishing speaking, he began to speak without waiting for him to respond. His voice was low and hoarse, and it resounded lightly in the silence around him.

"Many years ago, probably when the world was first born, a dragon was born in response to the way of heaven. It was born from the cold mountains and cold waters. It was born to be the master of the mountains and rivers. It stood on the top of the clouds and looked down on all living beings."

"He didn't go to the human world like other people, but chose to stay on the cold mountain, protecting it day and night, he rarely spoke, and he had very few friends. He always walked alone on the mountain, accompanied by only A sword, cold and sharp, and the ever-present snowstorm on the mountain."

"Too many people have disappeared under his sword. Countless people are afraid of him and hate him. Gradually, they no longer dare to take a step closer to Long Xunshan. In their hearts, he is as cold as Hanshan, or worse. There is no feeling of loneliness, there are only killings."

"But... he really has no feelings, won't he feel lonely?"

Xizhao looked at the heavy sky and smiled silently.

of course not.

He led the cold mountain alone, accompanied by the wind and snow, and he was fine for a year, ten years, 100 years, and 1000 years... The years are getting longer and longer, what about thousands of years later?

Everything slowly changed.

Born in cold mountains and cold waters, in the eyes of others, he has no feelings at all and does not need feelings. As the years change, he gradually feels the taste of loneliness.

It was that year, when he looked at the cold and dark abyss in front of him, he named himself Fu Qianyuan.

Born in the abyss, hidden in the abyss, dived in the abyss.

Fu Qianyuan.

With a name, there are seven emotions and six desires.

He wanted company and a family.

This is Fu Qianyuan's wish. After getting more and more unable to ask for it, he gradually became a demon, and Xizhao was born from this.

He felt Fu Qianyuan's loneliness and wanted to be with him, to be the person who could accompany him through the years, and to have a home with him.

He is a demon, but he does not come with hatred, but with love.

For this love, he urgently needs a body, so he is practicing all the time. The depths of Longyuan are really cold, so cold that he often has the illusion that his soul is about to be frozen, but as long as he thinks of Fu Qianyuan, he didn't feel cold anymore, and everything didn't matter.

After that, it is day after day, boring practice.

I don't know how many years after this, he finally got his wish and cultivated the entity. He was so happy that day, he couldn't wait to find Fu Qianyuan, and wanted to tell him that I am here, and I will be with you. I won't be alone anymore.

But in the end, he didn't even have a chance to say these words. All he got was Fu Qianyuan's indifferent glance and the sword with the wind and snow.

In Fu Qianyuan's eyes, there is no difference between him and those people in Long Xunshan.

Xizhao will never forget Fu Qianyuan's eyes at that time, so cold and so indifferent, like the ice and snow on Longxun Mountain that never fades, and he will never forget the pain that the sword brought to him. It feels like a heart has been crushed into pieces, falling into the dust little by little with the blood.

That sword almost knocked him out of his wits. Fortunately, he held on and hid in the depths of Longyuan again, watching the wound slowly heal in the dark abyss.

But a wound can heal, a heartbreak can't.

He thought, why?You obviously want to be alone, why don't you want to look at me?

He thought about this question for an unknown amount of time, and finally figured it out.

It must be because I am too weak.

Xizhao thought, as long as I become stronger and worthy of Fu Qianyuan, then there must be no problem.

But how can we become stronger?practice?

No no no... that's too slow, he can't wait.

Xizhao hid in the dark abyss, thought for a long time, and finally decided to leave Longxun Mountain one night and go to the world to have a look.

It was really a good place, he loved the world so much, he was accomplished there, and his soul was nourished with the blood and lives of countless people as a feast.

Among these banquets, two were really delicious and could be called feasts, and he was still deeply impressed by them.

The first seat was a feast for an extremely weak tribe. Under the siege of the surrounding tribes, it had reached the point of desperation. He killed the priest of the tribe, pretended to be him, and sent Sanjie up. After only three months, he tasted it. Hundreds of mad and violent souls.

These souls healed the wounds Fu Qianyuan left on him at one time, and allowed his cultivation to directly rise to the realm.

It fascinated him.

But the number of people at the second banquet was not as many as the first one, just one person, a dying person who got the disease, but he was extremely yin and evil, and there was an owner of the dynasty behind him who was willing to give everything for him .

Shengyang, right?He seems to remember the name.

Want to save your lover?That's really... great.

He pretended to be an alchemist and entered the palace, and sent a so-called resurrection technique to Sheng Yang, giving him a choice that he had no other choice. Xizhao still remembers his expression at that time. He was as happy as when he saw Fu Qianyuan, But what about the ending?

I can't, how can you?

The technique of resurrection became the abyss of hell, and all the situations came to nourish him, pain, hatred, despair, suffering... These emotions were too much every second, and he couldn't stop it.

It was after that time that he also named himself Xizhao.

Unknown gods.

Xizhao enjoys this feeling, the prey at the banquet, when they see him, it is as if they have seen the dawn, he likes to see them go to hell on their own in deception, but regard him as a god, grateful for the appearance of Dade.

He just walked around in this world he loves so much. After many years, he felt that he was enough to stand beside Fu Qianyuan, so he had the same joy as he had many years ago. Returned to Longxun Mountain.

But what did he see?

He saw Fu Qianyuan lying beside Longmian Stream with a person he had never seen before, gently coaxing that person to sleep, the tenderness in his eyes was so heart-warming.

At that moment, Xizhao only felt cold all over.

What about Yongyeon?Why not go back to Longyeon?Why not go back to where we were born together?But came to Longmianjian?

Who is this guy?How is he good?Where is it worth being treated so tenderly by you?

And me?Obviously I was born for you, obviously I appeared earlier, obviously I love you more than anyone else, and I understand you better than anyone else, why don't you want to look at me? !

Why? !

Jealousy, anger, hatred... These emotions filled his heart, making him almost collapse, wanting to tear up that person desperately, but reason made him choose to endure, he knew that he could not hurt that person under the blessing of Fu Qianyuan People, everything can only come slowly.

It doesn't matter, for the prey, what he lacks most is patience.

He never returned to the human world, but stayed on Longxun Mountain, hiding in a dark place and spying on them all the time. He watched them basking in the sun on the top of the mountain watching the sunrise, watching them take a nap beside Longmian Stream, Watching them hugging each other and whispering those gentle words, watching them decorate their home little by little.

That should belong to him and Fu Qianyuan's home.

Jealousy took root in the darkest corner of his heart, and he also knew that the name of the person Fu Qianyuan treated tenderly was Meng Qi.

Meng Qi.

Since then, these two words have become the most hated and jealous existence in his life. Countless times when he looked at Meng Qi, he couldn't control the malice in his heart. He wanted to tear him apart, drag him into hell, and see him collapse. He turned into a monster that could only hide in dark corners, and then died bit by bit in despair.

Just like the prey at his previous feast.

So, don't worry, don't worry, Rhinoceros.

he told himself.

There is no need to worry about everything, everything has a chance, one day, you will watch this person in front of you take away his annoying smile, sink into the mud and abyss, have nothing, and slowly sink to death.

……

There will always be a day like that.