born a demon

The two were relatively speechless.

Chu Ci pinched her fingertips fiercely, and managed to suppress the sudden rage in her heart. After accidentally killing Meng Zhaozhong that day, she realized more and more deeply that her emotions were becoming more and more difficult to control. It's the resurgence of evil thoughts, maybe the incomplete soul can't adapt well to this body, it's okay not to face Kunlun, but once she faces her, she suspects that there is a slight difference, and she may go crazy anytime, anywhere.

"I……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time.

"Come and see you."

"What's the matter?"

It is also unanimous.

Chu Ci pursed his lips and motioned her to speak first with his eyes.

Kunlun walked up to her, stood beside the soft couch, and asked seriously: "Little Ci, can I talk to you?"

"No," Chu Ci refused without thinking, "I have nothing to talk to you about."

Kunlun's hand holding the fox fur suddenly clenched tightly.

Chu Ci lifted the thin quilt and said, "I remembered that there is still something to deal with. Go to bed first, and don't wait for me at night."

What she said was definitely not a lie, but she just remembered an important thing to do.

Since Lian came to Wanyao Cave, she basically stayed in Jiang Yang's room behind closed doors, and occasionally went out far away from Chu Ci, for fear that she would accidentally remember that she was about to pinch herself to death, and Chu Ci would come uninvited The cup of tea she was drinking in her hand fell to the ground.

Jiang Yang was sent far away by the two of them at the same time.

Chu Ci was sitting and Lian was standing. She tried to explain: "I was wrong about what happened back then. I shouldn't have left you and ran away alone, but...but that's because you don't need me anymore."

If it was placed a while ago, she might not be able to ignore this point of life and death, but it is different now, she does not want to die.

Chu Ci let out a very soft "hum" from his nose, and said coldly: "My king's sword must be folded in my hands."

Lian Xin's mouth became cold, and she couldn't even give birth to the slightest resistance, so she closed her eyes resignedly.

Unexpectedly, the pain that had been waiting for a long time did not come as expected. Instead, there was a light knock on the forehead. After confirming it several times, I realized that it was indeed gentle.

A thin booklet was knocked on her forehead, Chu Ci looked at her and said, "As my saber, how can it be so useless?"

Lian snorted inwardly.

"These are some of the exercises I practiced—don't worry, I don't want you to eat monsters to practice, it's something else, do you think I can get to where I am today just by devouring those things with low spiritual intelligence?" She said, "Be strong, very strong, and then take good care of Jiang Yang. I know you like her, and she treats you differently from others."

Lian boldly gave her a white look.

Chu Ci laughed: "Punching and kicking are different. You see, she didn't kill anyone else."

Lian said: "What about you? Don't you take care of her? Although I don't want to admit it, in her heart you are much more important than me."

"Not necessarily," Chu Ci shook his head, "Jiang Yang is a very slow person, but also very stubborn, this is like me, I have identified a person in my life, and I will live up to it, whether it is a master, a lover, or a friend .She just believes in me, but she also believes in you, otherwise how could she have never suspected that you were the one who released the news of my birth?"

Lian was taken aback: "You know?"

Chu Ci said clearly: "I know, don't worry, I won't tell Jiang Yang, you know this and I know it, just let it rot in each other's stomachs."

She smiled self-deprecatingly: "Actually, I wanted to kill you before. Jiang Yang will be lost for a day or two at most, so I won't blame me."

"Then why didn't you kill me again?"

Chu Ci avoided answering, took a step forward, grabbed Lian's shoulders, hugged her in his arms, and said in her ear: "You are much better than me, really. Ah Yang is a good boy, take good care of him." she."

Her voice was low and soft, but it was indescribably sad, as if she was explaining the funeral, Lian's nose suddenly became sore, she was such a smart person, and she was of the same origin as Chu Ci, and she grabbed Chu Ci with her backhand The sleeve about to leave asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

"Go where I'm supposed to go."

"Must it be so?"

"It must be so."

"Does Jiang Yang know?"

"Do you think I can tell her?"

"She will be sad."

"Isn't there you? Sadness is only temporary. She is still a child. She will cry for a few days and sleep well."

"You're like—"

"That's enough," Chu Ci interrupted impatiently, "My decision is not for you to comment, so keep your mouth shut, and don't let me hear half of what I said to you today from Jiang Yang. Or what I didn’t say. I said I won’t kill you, but I don’t guarantee that I won’t go back on my word.”

She opened the door and went out, and there was a heavy snowfall in the Wanyao Cave. The weather here completely depends on Chu Ci's wishes. She is happy, the sun is shining, she is unhappy, and the clouds are overcast, but now, it is white and white.

She was dressed in white, and the snow was falling harder and harder, and her white boots stepped on the snow, leaving deep and deep footprints.

"Sister!" Jing Mo ran over bouncing, pulled off her hood unexpectedly, Chu Ci raised his eyes with a smile, her appearance was amazingly beautiful in the white snow, Jing Mo was stunned, For a moment, he didn't even remember what he came here for.

"Why do you come to me?" Chu Ci still smiled, but thought sadly in her heart, she can be gentle to anyone, except for the one she loves.

"It's snowing!" Jing Mo said happily, "It's never snowed in Zhongshan, so I'll come to you for a snowball fight!"

"Huh? Don't others play with you?"

"I went to find Xiaoshishi, but she didn't accompany me."

Chu Ci is happy to catch the news of Kunlun from other people's words, as if this can temporarily forget the hatred, she asked, "Why doesn't she play with you?"

Jing Mo said truthfully: "She said you need me more, let me accompany you."

Chu Ci suddenly looked away.

Jing Mo: "Sister, are you crying?"

"I do not have."

"You lied, I saw it!—Ah! Why did you hit me before you started! Look at me!"

The heavy snow that fell all over the sky could not stop falling, rolling over the barren courtyard overgrown with decaying grass, rolling over the gate of the palace made of black stone, rolling over the woman in the thin green dress at the gate of the palace, rolling over the white fox on her cold cheek. fur.

It whizzed and blew into the sky again, one after another.

Chu Ci smashed the snowball in his hand on Jing Mo's body with incomparable precision, subconsciously looked back, a corner of blue flashed past, and retreated behind the door.

She was stunned, just being hit by Jing Mo.

Then she squatted down slowly, covering her face tightly with her hands, crying like a lost child in the snow.

How difficult the world is, it will be difficult to get along.

When Jing Mo saw her crying, he blamed himself in every possible way. How could he not know the severity of the attack? No matter how powerful his sister is, she is still a little girl. He slapped himself loudly, and comforted him clumsily: "I'm not On purpose, sister, stop crying, hit it back, I promise not to fight back, I promise!"

Chutz ignored him.

The more the young man comforted her, the more she cried.

Jing Mo used his bird brain to recall it with difficulty, and then patted Chu Ci on the back without knowing the severity. He may have remembered how his father comforted him back then, so he did the same thing, but the young man was too ignorant. Just squatting, with an unstable center of gravity, he slapped him with an iron hand, and fell into the snow unprepared.

She pulled it out from the snow, shook her hair, stared at Jing Mo with red eyes.

Jing Mo chuckled.

Chu Ci punched him, and Jing Mo's left cheek swelled immediately, but he still smiled: "Don't be afraid, anyway, I have rough skin and thick flesh."

Chu Ci immediately punched him on the right side of the face, and the right cheek was also swollen. Chu Ci watched him for a while, and finally smiled: "It's so handsome."

"Father can't even recognize me." Jing Mo laughed.

"Father? You reminded me, Jing Mo," Chu Ci said, "I'm going away for a few days, you wait here for my return, don't go anywhere else. If she asks, don't hide it."

******

Kunlun knew that it was the next day that Chu Ci left. She fell asleep in the cold pillow and woke up in the cold again.

Chu Ci didn't hide the news, but he didn't inform her in advance, she only found out after asking Jing Mo.She tried to leave the palace, but the guards in front of the palace didn't stop her, and no one stopped her when she left the Wanyao Cave.

Meng Zhaozhong was buried on the mountainside of Kunlun Mountain, in the small courtyard of his former residence. His favorite irises were planted on the grave. When the wind blows, his slender waist swayed gently.

At the beginning, the two buried Meng Zhaozhong together, but Kunlun moved his hand, and Chu Ci was far away.

At that time, there was still a faint dragon's breath in the tomb.

But this time...Kunlun was surprised to find that it had disappeared, and it was only two or three days since then.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up in the yard, and the irises planted on the grave rose from the ground. Kun Lun held down the long hair on the back of his head, narrowed his eyes at the same time, and looked back suddenly if he sensed it... There was nothing.

The wind died down quickly.

Kunlun pondered for a while, then raised his sleeves and opened the grave.

The corpse inside——surprisingly disappeared.

The shadow of the dense forest lurks under the trees, completely blending into the darkness. He is wearing a black hood, tall and tall, a head taller than ordinary human men. He took a deep look at Kunlun and gradually disappeared into the depths of the dense forest. place.

His dragon soul has long been scattered in the world, but the supernatural demon king gathered his soul together with his own strength, and then beat it into the corpse.

——I can save you, but you can only practice as ghosts all your life, are you willing?

—I would.

But she seemed to be in a bad mood yesterday, Meng Zhaozhong suddenly remembered.