Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The setting sun is like blood.

With Shen Shu's current treacherous form, it's hard to tell what his expression looks like.

Ye Yunlan's hand was firmly held by him, and the cold touch spread from the fingertips to the heart, causing panic and discomfort.Ye Yunlan didn't break away from his hand immediately, but was silent for a while, and said, "Nine-turn Heaven Demon Physique is not a practice recognized by this world. The deeper you practice, the more likely you will encounter accidents. You shouldn't practice this method. I told you about it a long time ago."

Shen Shu stared at him with scarlet eyes.It seemed that he wanted to see a little fear from his expression, but failed.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Master, it's too late to say this now."

"It took me more than [-] years to cultivate the nine-revolution demon body to Mahayana, and then I spent more than ten years walking and exploring in the void. Every time I step into the void, the demon body will be destroyed and out of control. Until now, I got used to it."

The shattered shadows slowly surged on the ground, and then reunited. The filthy and dark air that wandered around was rushing towards him, gathering into the demon body.

He gradually regained his human form, his handsome features were pale and gloomy, and the hand clasping Ye Yunlan's five fingers also returned to a slender appearance.

He said softly: "It has been more than 30 years since you left."

Ye Yunlan lost his voice for a moment.

With great strength, Shen Shu pulled him back into his arms, wrapped his arms around Ye Yunlan's knees and waist, and held him up horizontally.Ye Yunlan frowned? Frowning, fingertips curled up? After all, there was no struggle.

The darkness spread like fluff, and they soared into the sky, skimming into the clouds soaked in the bloody sunset.

The desolate ruins passed under their feet, followed by mountains and plains. They rushed out of the ruins and came to the ice and snow land of the Frost Sea, where the howling wind came.

Different from the chaotic Frost Sea in Ye Yunlan's impression, there is not a single living person to be seen on the vast and boundless ice field.

Shen Shu: "When the master disappeared here, I searched here for a long time. Later, some trash from the Taoist sect who claimed to be righteous came to encircle and suppress them. They didn't succeed, and this place became a no-man's land."

He did not go into detail about the reasons for becoming "No Man's Land".

All these years, the dirty blood on his hands can no longer be washed clean?

He didn't bother to argue with many of the reasons.

It's like the many crimes that the world has imposed on him - deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, abandoning the sect, killing and becoming a demon, and so on.

No one knew that it was he who was left behind and abandoned.

And those who wanted to kill him came here brandishing weapons, wanting to taste the Shura sword.He can only do what they want.

Ye Yunlan: "...killing too much is against the harmony of heaven."

Shen Shu said indifferently: "Others live or die, what does it have to do with me."

Ye Yunlan: "I taught you to respect life and not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Have you forgotten?"

Shen Shu laughed, "Then the promise that Master made to me before, does Master still remember?"

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, then said, "This is different."

The matter between Mogu and Chen Weiyuan is related to Shen Shu's future safety.After all, he was already near the end of his life, and he went to the meeting alone just to achieve karma.Half a month in exchange for Shen Shu's safe life, he thought it was worth it.

However, Shen Shu was born differently and was deeply involved with the devil. If he still insists on walking in the path of the devil and commits too many sins of killing, it is hard to guarantee that he will not end up in the future.He didn't want Shen Shu to be like this.

But he didn't know how to tell Shen Shu about these things.

Shen Shu said lightly: "Master always only thinks what he thinks. But to me, the people and things in this world except for Master are actually pretty much the same."

Ye Yunlan: "No...it shouldn't be like this."

He wanted to say something more, but Shen Shu lowered his eyes.His eyes were a little hollow, a little cold.

A dark shadow stretched from behind him, gently covering Ye Yunlan's eyes.

"Master is tired, let's rest first." He said, "My demon body has not stabilized, and if I lose control, it will only waste your time and mine."

"After sleeping, our new home should be here."

There seems to be a strange hypnotic power in his words.

Ye Yunlan only felt that his consciousness was slowly becoming drowsy.

After that, it fell into darkness.

He had a dream.

In the dream, it was raining cats and dogs, and thunder was rumbling in my ears.

He stood in the rain with his sword attached, and there was a winding path in front of him.Everything around is pale and dull, not worth looking at carefully, except for a black coffin at the end of the road.

The black coffin was deep in color, soaking in his pale world like thick ink.

He walked down the path? Over.

The rain soaked his hair and clothes, trickling down his cheeks and his sword-hand.The strong wind blew the rain, and the rain slapped against him like a wave.

After much difficulty, he reached the end of the road, but his whole body was already soaked in rain, his black hair was sticking to his face and shoulders, and the drops of water from his long eyelashes kept rolling down like rain hitting plantains.

He saw a man lying in the coffin.

A tall man wearing a ghost mask.

The man's eyes were closed, and it seemed that many years had passed away.

He suddenly felt a little cold.

How can the wind and rain not be cold?

But the black coffin in front of him was the only place in the whole world that was not wet by the rain.

He looked? Look, there is still plenty of space in the coffin.

Enough to lie down on one's own again.

He leaned in, trying to reach for the man's hand.He got it.He wanted to go in and take shelter from the rain.

Suddenly, he felt his clothes being ripped.

He turned around and saw standing behind him was a boy whose clothes were soaked by the rain.

The boy was only as tall as his waist, and his face was immature.

Has a pair of eyes that are as red as blood.

The boy pulled his clothes with his small hands, looked up at him, his bloody eyes contained his figure, but they were a little hollow and cold.

softly prayed.

"Master, don't? Let's go, okay?"

The little hand holding his clothes was so tight that it turned white.

the boy repeated.

"Please, don't? Let's go, okay?"

Thunder and lightning struck behind him.

He suddenly woke up? Come here.

The first thing you see is a dark and deep palace, and you can smell the rich and thick incense.

He slept on a soft quilt, on a pillow with medicinal fragrance, and the clothes on his body seemed to have been changed, and he no longer had the sticky feeling of being soaked in blood.

The body is also limp, and I can't feel the flow of spiritual power, and even the restless fire in my body has quieted down.

He hasn't fully woken up yet, looking at the dim palace, his golden eyes are a little blurred, as if covered by a layer of mist.

It seemed that the rain in the dream just now hadn't stopped in his eyes.

After a long delay, he grabbed the bed and wanted to stand up.

But suddenly heard a crackling sound.

He instantly felt something was wrong.

Raising his hand, he found that his wrist had been clasped by a pitch-black lock ring, and a long chain was hanging down.The chains shone with an icy light.

One end of the chain sticks out from the bedding and connects into the shadow at the head of the bed.

Not just hands.

There is also a cold touch on the ankle.

He sat up with difficulty, his long white hair slid down his shoulders onto his white underwear.

The small sounds followed his movements continuously, disturbing people.

Close your eyes and feel, the spiritual power in your body is still empty.

The rich incense lingered at the end of his nose, making him feel unspeakably tired and tired, and he didn't want to move.

He finally realized one thing.

Shen Shu...his personal disciple, imprisoned? Him.

At this moment, there was a sound of the palace door being pushed open.

Someone's gone? Come in.