Demon girl, don't even think about my ruthlessness!

A sword light streaked across the sky like a shooting star.

Yan Qing stood on the Xuanqing sword and controlled the sword in the void, half-supporting Princess Changhua's arm, blocking the wind with aura, and said with his head sideways: "Princess Changhua, this place is already very close to Ji Guojing, but

If there are disciples from the Immortal League passing by, let us leave this place first and avoid the limelight for a while. After that, I will settle you down and go look for Zhu Xing. "

When mentioning Yin'er, Princess Changhua's eyes lit up a little, "Is there any news about Yin'er now?"

Yan Qing shook his head in embarrassment: "Not really."

Princess Changhua tightened her fingers, exhaled softly and said, "No news is the best news. I just hope that Xin'er can hide away. There is one more thing... when my husband was saving me

I was injured by other immortals, and I don't know how he is now, can you take me back to have a look? "

Princess Changhua hoped and endured sadness in her eyes, Yan Qing couldn't refuse this elder who had helped her so much, and it was not difficult, so she agreed.

Zhu Mansion, Xianxi County.

Zhu Zhixian, who had been ruled hopeless by so many doctors, finally came to his senses after taking the diluted elixir after Yan Qing took out the aura that was flying around in his body.

Seeing Princess Changhua holding Zhu Zhixian and weeping with joy, Yan Qing left silently, leaving some space for the husband and wife to talk privately.

In order to conceal his whereabouts, he deliberately chose a time when the night was late and the stars were sparse.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether you choose or not. When Yan Qing brought Princess Changhua to Zhu’s Mansion, he found that the huge mansion was empty. Because Zhuzhi County offended the immortals, those servants fled Zhu’s Mansion in fear.

The belongings were also looted before.

When she came to Zhu's mansion, all she saw was that the magistrate Zhu was lying on a wooden bed not long after his death, and all the valuable vases and scrolls around them were gone.

Zhixian had one bed left.

Yan Qing asked Princess Changhua to tidy up and salute, and was about to leave with Zhu Zhixian who had just recovered.

Princess Changhua looked at the home where she had lived for so long, her eyes were full of nostalgia and reluctance, she took Zhu Zhixian's arm, and said softly to Yan Qing: "Burn it, let Zhu Zhixian die in this fire, and

I died a long time ago when I was taken away by the immortal. "

Yan Qing nodded heavily.

Their whereabouts cannot be revealed, Princess Changhua understands righteousness, and solved a big problem for her.

The centuries-old house can't stop the flames from burning. In the middle of the night, someone was awakened by the sound of falling logs. Looking through the window, Zhu's mansion was engulfed in flames. Even the sycamore tree in front of the gate was in flames.

It creaked and swayed, like a tree man drunk. As the tongue of fire was covered with a layer of scorched clothes, the green leaves turned into red flowers, burning cleanly.

"It's flooded——!!! The Zhu Mansion is flooded!!!"

Shouting in surprise at night, Xiangmeng frightened countless people, and went to put out the fire one after another.

At this moment, Yan Qing turned around and left with Princess Changhua and Zhixian Zhu.

"Princess Changhua, I will take you to a place to hide first. As for the Xianmeng in the capital of Ji Kingdom, I will pretend to be a disciple of the Xianmeng and return to my life with your fake corpse."

There was a sea of ​​fire in front of my eyes.

"What did you say?"

Zhu Xing's brain buzzed, there was rustling tinnitus in his ears, his heart drum was torn like a knife, his nose was so sore that he couldn't breathe, and his eyes were instantly red.

The old woman said: "Oh, there is a fire in Zhu's mansion. The magistrate fell ill inside and hasn't come out yet. Poor thing, those servants have left him and left. Whoever wants them to offend is a fairy, Duke Changhua

The master was also taken away by the immortal, it is estimated that there is more than good luck..."

Zhu Xing's lips trembled, her eyes turned to the fire, her father, her mother...Zhu Mansion...

She couldn't believe it was over, sure!There must be a chance!

Dad may have escaped...maybe dad's yard is just away from the fire...maybe...

Tears ran down the down on his cheeks.

Zhu An woke up suddenly, and laughed mockingly, even she herself didn't believe it, why would she give her parents' lives to other people...

Yan Qing!Yan Qing!

Where are you!

"Hey! Where are you going, little girl? It's very dangerous there, come back quickly!"

The old woman watched Zhu Yan step by step towards the big fire in Zhu's mansion, the gnawing flames burned more vigorously, but they couldn't stop the little girl's figure.

It seemed that the fire was jumping for joy, and kept getting closer to the little girl, but the flames so hot that they distorted the space couldn't burn one corner of her clothes.

The old woman will never forget this scene.

The black eyes are so deep and cold that they are extremely violent, like a terrifying beast. Wherever she walks, thousands of fires surrender, and the long fire lotus reveals a dark heart of fire, like a ghost, like a ghost, the red pupils of hatred in the dark night

It was like the arrival of the demon emperor.

"Nothing."

Zhu Yan's eyes were blank and sad, touching the powder that had been burnt to ashes long ago, her home and her father didn't even leave her a single corpse.

"It's strange, why did the fire suddenly go out?"

"That's right, the fire was burning so big just now, why did it suddenly go out?"

"It doesn't matter if it's destroyed, go in and save people quickly."

"There is no one to save. The fire has been burning for several hours, and the wood is gone. There is no one. It is estimated that it has been burned to ashes along with the wood..."

"Don't say that, Zhu Zhixian was a good official before his death, let us collect the remaining ashes and build a grave for him..."

Zhu Xing heard it.

"Hey! Is the ground shaking? Go! The ground is shaking!"

"Get out of the vicinity of the Zhu Mansion!"

Panic, screaming, running, falling, and the sound of a child crying all of a sudden made Zhu Xing's ears hurt.

"What's the noise? I'm just building a grave for my father."

His dark eyes looked at the running crowd.

Now that my parents are dead, how about leaving you behind?

Zhu Xing showed a ferocious smile.

The ground was like a huge spider web, with more than a dozen bottomless cracks opening one after another, sinking with Zhu Mansion as the center.

Zhu Ting thought that she was already extremely sad and couldn't feel any more sad, but when she looked at Zhu's house, which contained countless beautiful memories of her childhood, when she sank into the ground little by little, a drop of water still flowed out of the corner of her eye.

tears.

Closing his eyes, Zhu Xing's heart turned cold little by little, and he let weak tears slide down his cheeks.

When I opened my eyes again.

The fire of disgust burns away all the disgusting things in the world.

The demon pupils who are indifferent to human life are loathing hatred, deeper self-loathing...

She hates this world!

I hate this weak self even more!

The hatred vented everywhere hides a deeper hatred for himself.

If it is said that the person she hates the most, it must be herself.

The best fuel for awakening Kui's hatred of blood is disgust, and Zhu Xing hates the world and himself very much.

The 'Fire of Disgust', which symbolizes hatred, disgust, paranoia, tyranny, and destruction, has fully awakened!

"Mother, where are you... woo woo woo..." A child in a cotton padded coat fell to the ground and howled.

Behind him was a blazing black fire, and as the ground continued to collapse, the mother of the child looked at her child who was about to be swallowed by the fire through the cracks, and shouted desperately.

Call.

"Get out of there quickly!!!"

"Boom... boom..."

The child's rattle fell to the ground, and Zhu Xing's eyes froze with hatred due to the muffled sound of the drum.

She remembered... When she was a child at the Lantern Festival, her father bought her a rattle. Her mother disliked the rough workmanship of the rattle on the street, and asked a special master to make a delicate rattle for her.

But she was still very happy, playing the rattle in her father's arms.

It seems to be the same.

The rough workmanship and the unclear drum sound made her remember it for a long time.

The child's mother saw that the raging black fire stopped for some reason, and hurried forward to take the child away, crying while running, and scolding the child for running around.

Will babble and cry.

Zhu Ting watched them leave like this, and went forward to pick up the rattle.

With the sound of the muffled drum, Xianxi County was reduced to a sea of ​​burials.

The author has something to say: Zhu Bing didn't know that Yan Qing rescued his parents, and he completely walked on a road of no return.