Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

A blood moon hangs high in the sky.

He sat upright in the magic palace, held the wine bottle in his hand, drank wine against the moon, and looked down at the liquid in the glass.

Under the moonlight, the wine was shimmering and also slightly reddish.

I don't know when it started, but the world in his eyes was covered with a layer of pale blood.

Entanglement attached to the bone, lingering.

Maybe it was because of the exercises he practiced, maybe it was because the killing was too much and it was against the harmony of heaven, or maybe it was because he himself was a monster, anyway, he had already forgotten.

He also forgot what color the original world was.

The Shura sword hummed hoarsely at the table.

The magic sword has a spirit, although it cannot speak, it can convey ideas.

—It is thirsting for carnage and blood.

He turned his head and glanced lightly.

This sword is the spoils of war he took when he wiped out the Soul Refining Sect.

He likes this sword very much.

Because in his eyes, the color of the Shura sword is very beautiful, different from those thin red things, it is a rich and bright bright red, especially when it cuts across the enemy's body.

It's just that the personality of this sword is sometimes too greedy.

Same as his previous owner.

"Quiet." He said, "If you keep making noise, I'll kill you."

The blade of the Shura Sword trembled, and immediately fell silent.

He clings to the wine glass, drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp, stood up, and walked out of this side hall.

How many people came? Come over and bow to him.

"Your Highness."

He nodded slightly, "What's the matter?"

One person said: "In three days' time? It will be the Lord's birthday. All the sects of the Demon Sect have carefully prepared congratulatory gifts for the Lord. The elders of the various sect masters will also come to the Demon Palace to celebrate the Lord."

He nodded casually. He never paid much attention to the matter of your birthday.In fact, he had already forgotten which day his birthday was. When those demon cultivators came to ask, he just casually mentioned a date.

That is, the day when he came out of the devil's abyss and saw the sky again.

It's just that people in the Demon Gate respect him deeply, and attach great importance to his birthday. Every birthday, there will be a special event. .

Although he wasn't interested in treasures and magical artifacts, it was quite interesting to see those people who were clearly afraid of him, but still gritted their teeth and flattered them.

The man hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.

"My lord, the Daoist sect has also sent a congratulatory gift to your lord this time. How dare you ask your lord..." He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Should this gift be presented together with other gifts, or Subordinate? Go ahead and unseal it first, after all, Taoist scholars have always been at odds with my Demon Sect, so if they say it’s a gift, I’m afraid they have evil intentions.”

"A gift from Daomen? Who sent it?"

The man said: "It was sent by people from the Chen clan."

He raised his eyebrows, "The Chen family? It's a bit? Interesting?."

He said again: "Don't touch the congratulatory gift first."

The few people responded, then turned around and retreated.

On September [-]th, the lights are always bright in the magic palace.

A lantern with a human skin and a ghost face fluttered in the sky, and the blood-colored red carpet stretched across the floor. He sat on the head, watching thousands of demon monks kneel down and worship him, shouting praises.

But I feel a little lost.

The congratulatory gifts were brought up one by one like flowing water, opened, and then he casually threw them into the pile of treasures beside him.

But no one dares to say no.

Finally, a long black box was brought up.

The long box is square and square, without any patterns or decorations. It looks a bit rough. It is said to be a congratulatory gift, but it looks like a coffin.

The subordinates next to him looked at the black wooden box as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and he just curled his lips lazily.

"Open things up."

A few subordinates had no choice but to walk over tremblingly.

Accompanied by the sound of "creaking" when the box was opened, the tip of his pupils shrank slightly.

In a blood-red world.

He glimpsed a touch of unspeakable whiteness.

It reminded him of the cleanest snow on the top of the mountain in his incomparably distant memory.

His heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his body to see clearly.

The world suddenly shook violently, and he saw that the surrounding scenes were broken into pieces, and the fragments of the souls of hundreds of millions of undead were still screaming in his mind as usual, and finally distorted into confusion.

……

In the small bamboo building, Shen Shu slowly opened his eyes.

The pupils of his eyes are extremely black, as if the darkness of the world is condensed in it? In the very depths is the surging blood, which is constantly rising and overflowing, as if to "flow down from the eye sockets".

He glanced sideways at the window, then froze, staring at the rising sun outside the window.

The golden and gorgeous colors are reflected in the pupil film?

He looked at it for a while, then looked back and stood up.

After retreating for a long time, a thin layer of dust had already accumulated on his clothes. At this moment, as he stood up, it was rising up, engulfed in the midday sun, and drifting in the air of the room.

He stood up straight, his figure swayed slightly? He raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows, his voice hoarse.

"Who designed this deity..."

He stood where he was, centered on others, and the darkness that had merged with him, regardless of each other, rushed out like countless pythons, occupying the entire room airtight.

The paper on the table was scattered on the ground, the porcelain bottle storing the Huaying Pill was broken, and the pill was rolling around.

"……Um?"

He sensed the power he could drive, and found that compared with his normal time, it was not even a ten thousandth.

Moreover, he was faintly suppressed by the aura in his body.

Reiki?

His nine-turn demon body has been cultivated to the ninth level, and his body is completely condensed with demon energy. How can there be such a thing as spiritual energy?

He looked inside his body with his spiritual sense, but suddenly noticed a small white jade figure in his heart.

Small and cute.

This is his... Nascent Soul?

He circled this villain twice with his spiritual consciousness. Seeing him still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, he reached out his tentacles of divine consciousness and poked lightly on his white lotus root-like arm.

The villain was poked and moved to the side.

He suddenly became interested, and poked eastward and westward with his spiritual sense, touched it? The villain then? Moved it, but his eyes were still closed.

He thought, why doesn't it open its eyes to see? See? Me?

Just thinking about it like this, the villain actually opened his eyes and looked up at him slightly.

Those eyes were as black as jade, as if condensed with frost and snow for thousands of years, staring at him quietly, making him startled.

Can you really open your eyes?

He thought again, since he can open his eyes, can he still talk?

"...Shen Shu."

A familiar and cold voice echoed from my heart.

That voice seemed to be an introduction, which made him feel a sudden sharp pain in his head.

He hugged his head, a groan escaped from his lips.

Fang? Was that voice calling him "Shen Shu"?

But who is Shen Shu, and who is he?

Is he the one who crawled out from the bottom of the devil's abyss and devoured the ghostly souls of hundreds of millions of monsters, or... or...

"Shen Shu."

That cold voice rang again from the bottom of his heart, as if a strong light pierced through the confusion in his mind.

He remembered.

Shen Shu is his name.

And the appearance of the villain Baiyu in Xinfu is clearly his...

His voice was low and hoarse, calling out slowly.

"Master..."

His master.

His heart is at home.

Shen Shu swayed and stood still, winding his way up the entire room? The darkness of the room was retracted into the body, and the sunlight shone back into the room again.

He looked down? His palm felt as if it was a world away.

"What's going on..." He murmured in a low voice.

Fang? What he experienced, could it be the heart demon tribulation he encountered when he broke through the Nascent Soul?

Or is it the sequelae of encountering the demon soul seizing the house on the ascending steps?

No, not right.

The heart demon is illusory and formless, born of obsession, but the memories that exist in his mind are too real.

Those knowledge, those experiences, seemed to be engraved deeply in his mind. It was not like imposing it, but more like...he had it originally.

And when he was taken away by the demon soul on the steps to the sky, he also fell into hallucinations and did some things that were like dreams, but after he woke up, those dreams passed away like gravel at the fingertips, and there was nothing left behind. half mark.

Shen Shu looked at the lines on his palm, and his extremely black pupils were dark and deep. For a moment, he seemed to be the supreme demon again?

However, when he glimpsed the little white jade figure in his body, the expression of the Mo Dao Supreme softened.

He rubbed his face, concealed the hostility on his face, walked? to the door, opened the tightly closed bolt, and walked? out of the room.

There was a breeze blowing by his side, and the bright sunshine fell on his body.

In the distance, the bamboo forest is green, the birds are flying, and the fragrance of flowers is permeating.

It is spring.

I have been in retreat for three? More than a month?

I don't know what happened to the flowers he planted for his master.

There is also the food and daily life of his master. When he is not around, no one will cook for Ye Yunlan. Will Ye Yunlan become hungry and thin?

If he loses weight, as an apprentice, he will feel distressed.

Stepping into the flower garden, Shen Shu suddenly saw someone busy in it, he paused, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Not Master.

Realizing this, his expression became much lighter, and his brows were slightly frowned.

The flower garden is a place he built for Ye Yunlan himself. Usually only he and Ye Yunlan can enter it. How could there be other people in it?

Like a beast whose territory has been violated, Shen Shu narrowed his eyes dangerously.

He was about to walk there, when he saw the door of the bamboo building opened suddenly, and a person walked out from inside.

White clothes and black hair, complexion like snow, holding a teacup in his hand.

It is the person who is in his heart.

He looked at Ye Yunlan's figure. Tomorrow and tomorrow he hadn't seen each other for three months, but it seemed like it had been a long time before he was finally able to meet this person again.

With his Nascent Soul Stage eyesight, everything about that person was clearly visible to his eyes. After seeing it for a while, he couldn't help frowning.

Ye Yunlan lost weight.

His complexion seemed...to be much paler.

At this moment, the person who tidied up the garden stood up and patted the dirt on his body.

With a handsome face and a tall stature, he is the elder brother He Lanze.

However, He Lanze's customary black robes and high crowns have now been replaced by a short gray robe, with mud on his body, making him completely unrecognizable. out.

Ye Yunlan didn't see Shen Shu who was standing in the distance walking towards He Lanze with a cup of tea in his hand.

The sound of the two talking into Shen Shu's ears?

"Brother, you have worked hard."

He Lan said with a smile: "It's not hard. This flower garden is very big, and the junior brother tidied it up alone, so I don't know what to do? When will it be done? You are not in good health. Let the senior brother do these things."

He paused, and then said: "Yes, when I went out to perform a mission a few days ago, I saw a blue firework in the secret realm. When the sun rises, there will be blue smoke around the flower. It’s beautiful, I’ve brought it back and planted it in a corner of the flower garden, so you can go and see it in your spare time.”

"...Brother doesn't need to do this for me."

"Brother just wants to make you happy."

He Lanze reached out and took the teacup from Ye Yunlan's hand, lowered his head and took a sip, with a gentle look on his sharp eyebrows, he said: "You have lived here alone for the past two years, and you will feel lonely. It's good to enjoy the flowers For recreation, however, it might be better if there is someone to accompany you."

Ye Yunlan just kept silent.

"Junior brother, you know my heart." He Lanze looked at Ye Yunlan firmly, "You said that I am too proud, I have no dust in front of me, it is difficult to be sympathetic to people who don't care, it is not suitable between you and me. But now I have changed a lot. I am willing to listen to other people's words, regardless of their status. The cultivation base is strong or weak, and I am willing to explain the difficult problems of cultivation to the low-level disciples of the sect. Collect the evidence yourself, and don't listen to the one-sided words of others. Brother, I said this to let you know that I am sincere to you, and I am willing to change for you. "

"Besides, your current body... can't wait any longer."

There was a little worry in He Lanze's eyebrows, it was very sincere, and it was difficult to fake it.

He stared into Ye Yunlan's eyes and said seriously.

"Junior Brother, give Senior Brother a chance, okay?"