Exclusive Sick Beauty Master 【Rebirth】

"Hey, I heard that the child Chi Xianzun just brought back has been tested to show the blood of the demon race."

"The blood of the demon race?" The other person was extremely surprised, and pondered, "The descendants of the demon race have not appeared for a long time. I don't know what the immortals will do with such a dangerous monster?"

"You can't stay," said the man who had a big prejudice against demons, "he must be punished."

When the chaos in the mainland first opened, there were monsters who devoured humans and improved their cultivation by devouring humans.A monk stepped forward and beheaded the leader of the demon clan, and the demon clan never recovered.

However, there are still remnants of the demon race who hide in the human world in human form. As time goes by, the demon nature in their descendants gradually fades, and they are almost no different from ordinary people in daily life.

The blood of the demon clan is like a bit of flammable high explosive, and its destructiveness is as unpredictable as landslides and tsunamis.

Therefore, the major sects do not accept disciples who have a trace of contamination with monsters.

Gu Lingxiao stood in the hall helplessly with his hands down.The eyes of the people around him seemed to burn thousands of holes in his body, and all kinds of harsh words were drilled into his ears.

"Hybrid", "Decimate", "Death in Life"...

Gu Lingxiao was terrified, he didn't know anyone here, he only eagerly searched for a white figure in the crowd.

That person didn't show up, and Gu Lingxiao was put in a cold prison.

"I, I'm looking for someone..." Gu Lingxiao grabbed the iron railing and looked out.

The young man in charge of him looked impatient: "Who are you looking for?"

Gu Lingxiao said the name that he had silently said a thousand times in his heart: "Chi Ning, he said his name is Chi Ning."

"Don't think about it. Chi Xianzun is a man of glory, how could he ask you to be a monster as an apprentice?"

Don't you want it?

Gu Lingxiao sat down in the messy haystack, staring at the two palms spread out in a daze.

His hands had never caught anything.His mother died, his friends were separated, and he lived alone in fear.

Before, he clearly caught a piece of snow-white clothes, but now, he also messed up.

The night in the prison cell was very cold, Gu Lingxiao curled up into a ball, still shivering in his sleep.

A big cloak suddenly covered the child, and the warmth and fragrance wrapped the frail and thin body.

Chi Ning called him softly: "Ling Xiao, we should go."

"What did you call me?" Gu Lingxiao's body was frozen stiff, and he couldn't get up after trying several times.

Chi Ning carried the child on his back naturally: "You said you couldn't remember the original name, so I named you Ling Xiao, okay?"

Ling Xiao.

Gu Lingxiao thought of the crimson Luoli, the young man retracted his sword into its sheath with a bang, turned around and glanced at it, looking like a dragon and a phoenix, just like the return of spring.

"Well," Gu Lingxiao's long and dense eyelashes trembled, "Then what should I call you?"

"You should call me Master."

"Master..."

Gu Lingxiao buried his face on Chi Ning's shoulder, and greedily called out again in his heart: Master.

The scene changed rapidly, and Gu Lingxiao was still in the prison, his hands and feet were tightly bound by four black iron chains.

pat- pat-

Water was dripping from the wet and cold wall, and the water droplets hit Gu Lingxiao's bruised and terrifying wound, causing a tearing pain.

Gu Lingxiao endured the pain, and there was sand in his throat: "Master, I lost control and killed people during the martial arts competition. It was my fault. I am willing to make amends. Please...please don't drive me out of the martial arts school."

Chi Ning's white clothes dragged on the floor, his half-drooped eyes were covered with ice, ruthless and cold, when he looked at Gu Lingxiao, he seemed to be looking at an irrelevant grass.

"You should be ordained."

The Tahong sword shrunk into a three-inch long dagger, with a blade like snow, and pierced Gu Lingxiao's chest without hesitation.

The blood gushed like cinnabar ink.

……

By the time he withdrew from the nightmare, Gu Lingxiao's cold sweat had already soaked his underwear.

He pressed on his chest, under the flesh, a heart was still beating clearly.

But the pain of being sliced ​​open by the blade seems to still remain, as sharp as the fangs of a poisonous snake piercing into it.

In the thick night, Gu Lingxiao sneered softly:

Chi Ning, Chi Ning, you are the one who insisted on taking me as a disciple, and you are the one who ruined my spiritual roots with blood on your hands.

What do you think of me, a dog that can be donated at will, or an object that can be discarded casually?