Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Demon domain.

Lumen Mountain.

In the distance, the gongs and drums of the Demon Palace are noisy, and rows of bright red lanterns reflect the sky of the Demon Realm red.

There was the sound of playing music, the voice of the master of ceremonies, and the voice of blessings, and then gradually fell silent. The vermilion silk and satin danced all over the magic palace, and the night fell into darkness.

Standing on the mountain, Xu Qingyue drew out the long sword she carried behind her, her eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't help rushing into the dark and huge magic palace to rescue her old friend.

"Don't be impulsive." Chen Weiyuan's hoarse voice came from behind.

Xu Qingyue turned around, and saw Chen Weiyuan slowly sliding towards him with a wheelchair. He had mutilated limbs, an unshaved beard, and was in a state of embarrassment. His slender and narrow eyes looked at the magical palace of lights and festoons in the distance, and couldn't see What? Look.

It's just that the hand holding the wheelchair was already clenched tightly, with blood oozing faintly.

"Now my soul and body are damaged. Although I can barely recover a little bit with the Concentrating God Pill, I still can't support it for too long. The ancient magic formation formation cannot be without you."

Chen Weiyuan said hoarsely.

"Don't do useless kung fu, beat grass to scare the snake, small unbearable... will lead to chaos and big plans."

Xu Qingyue's eyes were red, and she said: "Then is it possible to just watch Daoist Ye suffer this humiliation and be insulted and offended by his own disciple?"

Chen Weiyuan looked at the Demon Palace with cold eyes, his expression was a little distorted, but he still said after all: "Qingyue...don't move rashly."

"The formation is not yet complete, and the person we are waiting for has not yet arrived. Now that you pass by, you are just holding back the traffic with your arms. Instead of saving Yunlan, you will fold yourself inside."

Xu Qingyue's hand holding the sword kept shaking.

"So, are we really going to watch like this?"

Chen Weiyuan gritted his teeth, his body trembling a little.

Slowly tasted a bit of blood between the lips and teeth.

"Yes," he said with difficulty, "Now...you can only watch."

Tianzong.

Wang Yunfeng.

He Lanze stood outside the Yuntian Palace, watching the thunder and lightning falling from the sky with fear.

The entire Yuntian Palace was trembling.And this scene has lasted for three days and nights.

Since that day when he came to Yuntian Palace to report about the wedding banquet in the Demon Palace, the Yuntian Palace where the suzerain lived began to cross the catastrophe.

He has never seen such a huge lightning calamity in this life.I was worried and irritable in my heart, fearing that the suzerain would not be able to pass the tribulation smoothly, and also afraid that after crossing the tribulation, he would be too injured to make a move.

It is already the seventh day of September.He Lanze looked towards the west, in the direction of the Demon Realm.The distance from Dongzhou to Demon Realm requires Mahayana monks to hold their swords for ten days, and it is too late now.

The guilt in my heart deepened.

He hated his strength once again.

What? Big brother Tianzong, a supreme genius? But again and again, he couldn't even protect the one he loved.

And at this moment the Demon Palace.

Among the bamboo buildings.

A red candle on the table was burning quietly.

Everything around me feels hazy.

Ye Yunlan was lying on the bed, her pure white hair scattered like snow, and her bright red wedding dress was bright and beautiful.

He was drunk, his cheeks were slightly red, his golden eyes were blurred, and he was soaked in incense for a few days, his whole body was as soft as water.

The Mozun hugged him, and slowly stroked his cheek with his hand, like touching a piece of soft and hot snow.

"We are married, Master."

Him? Said softly.

marry.

Ye Yunlan was a little at a loss for this word.

The Mozun loves him so much? With such a dazed, yet well-behaved appearance, he bowed his head to taste his moist and lustrous lips.

Ye Yunlan let him kiss in a daze, with the shadow of the Demon Lord reflected in his eyes, which slowly became shimmering, as if water was about to drip.

The blurred figure of the person in front of him gradually overlapped with the figure in his memory.

So familiar.

And so... unfamiliar.

where is he?

Why... are you here?

Mozun: "What are you thinking?"

He shook his head, indicating that he was not thinking.

It's just that the brows are always slightly condensed, and the cheeks are flushed like fat.

Mozun: "Master lied to me."

At this point, the other party's bloody eyes seemed to reveal a little gloomy brilliance, which overshadowed the original satiety, turning out a hostility and coldness that did not seem like a living person.

His pale and slender hands gently strangled his neck. The Demon Venerable lowered his head, bit his earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't lie to me."

Deep darkness spread over.

He was a little out of breath, and turned his head slightly, trying to avoid it, but the other party clasped his jaw with his hand, and kissed him deeper, not letting him escape.

The candle flame made a crackling sound.

A lingering fragrance filled the room, and it was not known whether it was the fragrance of flowers from outside floating in or emanating from the depths of the inner room.He melted away like scalded snow, his long and slender fingers gripped the bedding tightly, and was held by someone again, his fingers intertwined and passed through.

Mozun said hoarsely: "Master is so warm."

There are many shadows in the room, many of which are like vines covering the window sills, intertwined into a net, twisted and extended grotesquely.And let a denser net bind his whole body, making it difficult for him to curl up and have nowhere to escape.

Warm tears flowed down from the end of his eyes, soaking his white hair beside his cheeks.

The wedding clothes were thrown on the ground, and the pearls and hairpins were scattered.

He looked around familiar with the furnishings.

In a trance, it seemed that I had returned to the bamboo building of Tianzong.

It's like going to the cloud again.Or the rough sea.

The memory began to become fragmented, and a white light exploded in front of his eyes.In the mist, he tremblingly said: "Enough..."

The Mozun said it wasn't enough.

He shook his head with tears, and the other party bowed his head and kissed his eyelids to remove his tears.

After that, he couldn't even make a sound.

His voice was hoarse as if the fire was burning, only the sound of chains rattling around his ears remained.

In a trance, many colorful pictures flashed across my mind.

He seemed to have returned to many years ago, during the fire in the secret realm, with sparks flying in front of his eyes, and heat waves sweeping across his cheeks.

He met the boy who was struggling to climb forward in the sea of ​​fire, and saw the boy's unwilling eyes.

He flew over, trying to rescue the other party, but was suddenly pulled into the sea of ​​flames by the other party's hands tightly.

The flames kept burning, licking his skin and body, trying to melt him down, let him die in the fire, become a handful of ashes, so that they could be buried together.

They were buried together.

……

When I woke up again, it was early morning.Surrounded by familiar furnishings.

He blinked in confusion and looked at the world outside the window, expecting to see flowers and sunshine, but only saw a large area of ​​bright red Bana flowers, dense like blood.

This is not Tianzong.

It's... the Demon Palace.

"Master, you are awake."

The body was still surrounded by people, and the mozun's low and hoarse voice was heard.

He? Silent.

Mozun asked him softly: "Is Master feeling alright?"

He? Still didn't want to talk, just closed his eyes.

very tired.

The body seems to be falling apart.I was so tired that I couldn't even lift my fingertips.

Mozun said: "The achievement of the cauldron does not happen for a while. Yesterday I got carried away with complacency. In the future, I will exercise more restraint so that Master will not suffer again."

He approached his ear and coaxed in a low voice: "Master's health is not good, and he is not used to these things. If you go through it a few more times, you will know how happy it is."

No.

He? Doesn't want to know.

Mozun asked again: "Is Master feeling hungry?" Then he patted his belly.That place was no longer flat as before, but swollen and raised instead. The Demon Venerable smiled again and muttered, "I forgot, I'm so full after eating, and my spiritual energy is also filled, so I don't think I'm going to be hungry anymore? That's right."

"Shen Shu."

Ye Yunlan suddenly shouted in a low voice.

His voice is extremely hoarse, almost lost his voice.

Mozun hugged him even tighter.

"Ok?"

Ye Yunlan murmured: "After all, I am you... Master."

Mozun was silent for a while, hugged him, and smiled.

"Master, have you forgotten? You and I have formed a bond, and now we are not only master and apprentice, but also an intimate husband and wife, a life and death companion."

...to conclude a contract.

There is a bond between them.

Form a contract as a Taoist couple, and they will never leave each other in life and death.

This is the most solemn ceremony in the cultivation world, and the most intimate relationship is established.

To him, it seemed like an absurd and weird dream.

The things that were never completed in the previous life have been completed in this life and here.

Seeing him, Mo Zun was silent, and slowly tightened his arms around them, before saying again.

"Since Master is not used to the relationship between us, let's continue to get acquainted for a while."

Darkness covers down.

The sunlight outside the window was blocked, together with the large sea of ​​bright red flowers on the other side.Ye Yunlan was dragged and fell into the ghostly shadows again.

"They're starting to quarrel again," Mozun said, "It's so noisy. Only Master is quieter here. It's warm and quiet."

He? He snorted.

Can't help but want to escape.

After climbing a few steps, he was caught again.After that, the barely accumulated strength was exhausted.

Time passed in broken, he? Don't know how long he stayed in the dark.

Maybe one day, maybe ten days, maybe half a month.

In the end, he was completely used to the other party's breath, and the other party's spiritual power washing and flowing in his body.

Nirvana's incomplete body eats and tastes to absorb the transmitted power, and unexpectedly produces a kind of satisfied attachment.

When the darkness dissipated and the light came in from the window again, he had gone from life to death, and from death to life again and again.

Mozun finally let him go?

He was lifted up by the other party, tidied up his clothes, kissed his cheek again, and helped him to the mirror.

"Master may not know how beautiful I look now."

The other party smiled lightly.

He? Looking at the person in the mirror.

The man's white hair was scattered, his eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, his cheeks were rosy, his chin was sharp, red marks spread to his neck, and his white underwear was like crumpled snow.

Mozun took the wooden comb and slowly combed his hair.

"I never thought before that I could have today with Master."

Ye Yunlan looked blankly.

As if falling into a sweet dream.

The breath of the person behind him taught him? It is so familiar and nostalgic, making him want to snuggle.

He? Feeling very tired.

The limbs are still bound by the black chains invisible to others, and the chains drag on the ground, winding into the darkness.

The chain that stretches across the bottom of my heart is still unresolved.

But he was too tired to think about it.

It just feels heavy.

There was a lot of pressure on his back, making it hard for him to breathe.

Mozun hugged him from behind?

"Why don't you speak?" He said, "It's clear that Master called you so beautifully before, what will I call you? What will you call? Why are you so silent now."

Ye Yunlan's thin lips moved slightly, but she still didn't make a sound.

He has nothing to say.

The deep red in Mozun's eyes gradually deepened.

The coldness and hostility that didn't seem like a living person spread from his eyes again.With paranoia and madness.

Mozun put down the wooden comb in his hand and walked in front of him, "Master, look at me." He said.

These days, Ye Yunlan has been tossed so hard, her body has already had an instinctive reaction, and she subconsciously looks up at him? Her golden eyes are soft and empty.

Mozun reached out and pinched his sharp jaw.

"Tell me, the me in front of you, who is yours?"