After wearing it back, I became the demon king

Chen Minhua's terrified voice came from the bedroom, "You...you know?!"

"Since you dared to do it back then, couldn't you have imagined today?" Di Zhenwei said viciously.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Minhua's screams sounded, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Di Yao outside the door suddenly pushed open the door, "Mom!"

Chen Minhua was covered in blood, she was stabbed several times by Di Zhenwei, her pupils shook, and she shouted hopefully to Di Zhenwei: "At least I gave birth to a son for you!"

"Zhenwei, take a good look, how excellent our son is, a hundred times better than the trash Yu Ying gave you, you should be grateful to me!"

Di Yao couldn't understand what they were saying at all. Why did his loving parents suddenly become so strange?

Why would his father want to kill his mother?

"Thank you?" Di Zhenwei grabbed her by the collar, his eyes were fierce, and the sharp knife cut her face, "I can't wait to eat your meat and drink your blood, don't worry, you will all escape!" No."

Chen Minhua's eyes widened in disbelief, "No...it's impossible for me to lose to that bitch Yu Ying!"

Her breath became weaker and weaker, her face was ferocious, like an irrational beast.

Di Yao came back to his senses dully, and pushed Di Zhenwei away, "Dad, are you crazy?"

What he didn't expect was that what followed was not Di Zhenwei's confession, but a strong sense of suffocation. Di Zhenwei grabbed his neck and pressed him to the floor. The sharp knife shone coldly. flashing.

In an instant, Di Yao seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, his body was covered with cold, his father wanted to kill him?

Di Yao couldn't believe it, and even wondered if his father was possessed by something unclean. He obviously valued himself so much, doted on himself, and was proud of himself.

It wasn't until the sharp pain woke his nerves that he was finally willing to face the reality.

"Dad..." With tears in his eyes, he tried to regain his father's reason.

However, his call made Di Zhenwei even more furious, "Don't call me dad, I'm disgusting."

After 17 years of smooth sailing, Di Yao tasted despair for the first time.

Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, he must be dreaming, right?

Consciousness was gradually withdrawn, excessive bleeding caused him to fall into a short-term coma, and thick smoke rose up, choking him awake, "cough cough——"

on fire?

The desire to survive made him drag his broken body to crawl out. He didn't know how he would want to survive what he had gone through, but he was not reconciled. He was the proud son of heaven, so why should he die so uselessly.

Di Zhenwei was not in the bedroom, Di Yao didn't know where he went, his mother was dying, his eyes were cloudy, "Help me..."

Her fingers hooked Di Yao's trousers, and Di Yao's pupils flickered. After a second of hesitation, he kicked off Chen Minhua's hand, and crawled out under her disbelieving gaze.

Di Yao comforted himself, he was still in danger, if he insisted on taking his mother with him, they would both be buried in the sea of ​​flames, his mother would definitely want him to live, not to mention his physical condition, even if he was rescued, he would not be able to survive .

When he climbed the stairs, Di Yao caught a glimpse of a figure in the utility room, and his heart beat like a drum. It should be Di Zhenwei. In a moment of confusion, Di Yao lost his strength and rolled directly down the stairs.

He vaguely remembered that the servant mentioned that it was Di Ling's birth mother's room.

Before losing consciousness, Di Yao heard a knock on the door.

Is he saved?

When Di Ling was in school, he received a call from Lawyer Cheng telling him that Di Yao was awake.

"It has nothing to do with me, don't tell me about him."

"Okay, I'm sorry to bother Master Ling." Lawyer Cheng knew how to read words and expressions, and when he heard Di Ling's indifferent voice, he knew that he had no feelings for this younger brother.

I am also worrying about it blindly. To Di Ling, although Di Yao is his younger brother, he is also the son of an enemy.

Lawyer Cheng felt sorry for Di Yao. After all, Di Yao was innocent. He couldn't choose his own birth, and he was only 17 years old.

After waking up from a coma, the first thing Di Yao faced was the hospitalization fee.

He has no money.

Di Yao, who had never frowned for money since he was a child, was embarrassed and ashamed, as if his face had been thrown to the ground and trampled on by countless people.

He learned from the nurse's indistinct conversation that Di's house was completely burned down. Di Zhenwei and Chen Minhua were killed in the flames. His elder brother Di Ling visited him the day he was admitted to the hospital, and he never appeared again.

Di Yao really didn't expect that Di Ling would be so ruthless to him, if it were him, at least he would...

His heart skipped a beat, no, he wouldn't pay for Di Ling, without his parents and Di's family, he couldn't even support himself.

He wasn't even an adult.

Di Yao's thoughts were all hopeless, like a trapped animal in a cage, unable to find a way out.

Will he be kicked out of the hospital?

He has nowhere to go.

Di Yao's mind flashed through those homeless people he had seen before, sleeping on the side of the road, digging through garbage for a living, he was covered in shackles, and he couldn't imagine himself reduced to that level.

It would be better to die in the fire.

"Knock knock knock."

Di Yao turned his head and saw a beautiful woman walking towards him. Suddenly his throat choked up, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Shi."

"The teacher is here to visit you today, and all the students in the class are looking forward to your return early." Shi Xueyi put the flowers on the cabinet and told him gently.

Di Yao's eyes were red, "Really?"

"Of course, when did the teacher lie to you?" Shi Xueyi smiled slightly, "I have good news for you, you have obtained the qualification to represent our country in international competitions."

The great news stunned Di Yao, and he couldn't take it easy for a while.

If these things hadn't happened, he would be celebrating with his parents now, they would be proud of themselves, he is still the carefree little prince.

Thinking of the reality, Di Yao clenched his fists, not to mention participating in international competitions, he may not even be able to continue his studies, he has to earn money to support himself.

A warm hand was placed on top of his head, "Don't worry about anything, everything will pass with the teacher here."

"Teacher..." Di Yao's tears rolled down, "Thank you."

Shi Xueyi wiped away his tears with a tissue, "This is what a teacher should do."

Di Ling took the time to visit Lin Jingyuan in the hospital. Lin Jingyuan was already awake, but the damage was too great and his spiritual power was exhausted, which would take a long time to recover.

"I screwed up again." Lin Jingyuan's face was pale, and he raised the corners of his lips to force out an ugly smile.

"Don't laugh if you don't want to." Di Ling picked up the apple and peeled off the skin skillfully.

Lin Jingyuan's eyes were watery instantly, he clenched his teeth tightly to prevent tears from falling, and pinched the quilt tightly with his hands, "It's always like this, in the end I can't protect anyone."

Taking a deep breath, Lin Jing leaned weakly against the head of the bed behind him, and said with a wry smile, "Maybe I'm really not suitable for this path."

The repeated setbacks made him want to give up on himself. He obviously returned to the Supreme Spiritual Temple to meditate and practice according to what his master taught, but in the end, it was useless at all. He couldn't protect ordinary people, let alone his nephew. The Qing Palace didn't even protect it.

So many people have died, but there is no him inside, why should he live on?

Di Ling took a bite of the apple and said casually, "Since being a Taoist priest is not fun, then do something else. After all, you are a college student, so finding a job is not easy."

Lin Jingyuan was stunned, tongue tied, "You...don't you persuade me?"

Di Ling looked at him and asked, "Why should I persuade you? In life, you have to enjoy yourself when you can, just be happy."

"No one has ever told me about this..." Lin Jingyuan was called a genius by the people around him since he was a child, so he shouldered the responsibility of killing demons and protecting the peace of the world, as if he was born to do this, and he also Never thought otherwise.

"Now that you know, what are you going to do?" Di Ling asked.

Lin Jingyuan's eyes were dull, and after a while, he shook his stiff neck, "I don't know, my Dao heart seems to be unstable."

"Fellow Daoist Di." Lin Jingyuan stared straight at him and asked, "Have I become cowardly?"

Di Ling pointed to his chest, "You have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Lin Jingyuan slowly opened his eyes wide, lowered his head, his eyes were covered by the long broken hair on his forehead, "Yeah."

"Drink some water." Di Ling handed him a glass of water.

"Thank you." Lin Jingyuan took it, and after taking a sip, he looked at the cup strangely, "It smells sweet and very comfortable, did you put anything in it?"

"No." Di Ling pointed to the water dispenser next to him and said, "I got it there."

"Strange, but it's delicious." Lin Jingyuan didn't think much about it.

Di Ling suppressed the deep meaning in his eyes, and picked up his cup to drink water.

A few days later, Daoist Hongzhen came to visit Lin Jingyuan, "Jingyuan, your spiritual power has recovered!"

"What?!" Lin Jingyuan thought there was something wrong with his ears.

"Did anything special happen?" Daoist Hongzhen asked.

Lin Jingyuan thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head, "No, I am in the hospital every day, and the food and drink are given to me by the nurse."

In fact, the sweet-tasting glass of water that Di Lingduan gave him flashed in his mind for a moment, but he denied it immediately. No matter how powerful Daoist Di was, it was impossible for him to be cured by giving him a glass of water. It should be him. Think too much.

"That's really strange." Daoist Hongzhen thought for a while and comforted him: "Don't think too much, your physique is different from ordinary people, maybe it's because of your strong self-repair ability, and it's a good thing to recover your health as soon as possible."

Lin Jingyuan didn't continue to think deeply when he heard the words, "You are right."

"Di Ling, there is Professor Meng's art exhibition this week, do you want to go see it?" Chu Han waved at him with two tickets.

"Go." After seeing Professor Meng that day, Di Ling went home and saw a lot of his works. He is worthy of being the chairman of the National Art Association, and there are many things he can learn from.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at the gate of your community. Speaking of which, why didn't you bring out the light bulb recently?" Chu Han hadn't seen the light bulb in a few days, let alone miss it.

"He's sleeping." Di Ling was actually a little worried. Little Bulb slept longer than ever before, but he checked Little Bulb's body every day and there was no problem, and he didn't wake up for some reason.

"It's not winter yet, so he's going to hibernate?" Chu Han joked.

The two were talking, when a few people came into the studio, "God, hurry up, let me tell you a supernatural story."

The burly boy smiled and said, "What kind of supernatural story, I think Luo He probably suffers from Sleeping Beauty Syndrome."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-2321:00:01~2021-02-2421:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Subaru_79, YR1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Yunsu; 2 bottles of qyt; but 1 bottle; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!