God, he quietly likes this seat

When the clouds and mist dispersed, there were bursts of ghostly cries and screams in my ears, and the scene in front of me gradually became clearer.

Yan Huaizhou stepped into the bloody ground and realized that he was standing on the top of Cang Qiong Mountain.

At the end of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, he saw Zhong Ling and himself back then.This was the moment when he broke with Zhong Ling seven years ago, and he will never forget it in this life.

He really did not expect that one day he would be able to relive this unbearable past as a spectator.

At this time, he and Zhong Ling should have already fought, leaving only the final dilemma.Zhong Ling's Ting Lan Sword was touching his heart, but he returned Zhong Ling with a sneer indifferently.

"I didn't expect to bother Shen Jun to come and get me in person, but unfortunately, he came too late. None of the people I wanted to kill could escape."

He looked into Zhong Ling's eyes with no trace of fear on his face: "I have taken back everything that the Sky Sect owed me. Even if I am about to die at your hands now, this life is not in vain."

The point of the sword had already scratched his skirt, but Yan Huaizhou seemed not aware of it, and still challenged Zhong Ling: "Why, why don't you do it?"

Zhong Ling's voice was calm and peaceful as usual, and there was an awe-inspiring chill between his handsome brows: "Since you have lost, you must go back with me today. Bu Zhoushan will make his own decision on what the outcome will be."

Yan Huaizhou sneered, and the corners of his blood-stained lips curled up in an incomparably self-deprecating arc: "Going back with you? Going back with you is nothing more than a more unpleasant way of dying, so it's better to end it here."

Seeing that Zhong Ling didn't take half a step back, he took a few steps forward, as if he was forcing or compromising, and his tone softened slightly: "Zhong Ling, we have known each other for many years anyway, why do you have to put on such a business An official attitude. Can't you... show me some sympathy?"

Zhong Ling didn't answer, but just stared at Yan Huaizhou firmly, as if trying to see a flower from his face.

Yan Huaizhou continued to walk forward, the blood on his chest snaked down along Ting Lan's sharp edge, every inch of Zhong Ling's sword deepened, and his eyes became darker, but he never gave up mean.

After a long stalemate, Yan Huaizhou completely lost interest in this kind of temptation without promise.He saw Zhong Ling's determination and understood that no matter how hard he tried, it was useless, so he finally met his gaze and sighed regretfully.

His tone was full of disappointment: "Forget it, I won't embarrass you."

Yan Huaizhou stood on one side, watching himself abandon his weapon, bound his hands, and returned to Mount Buzhou with Zhong Ling.

The events that followed were exactly as they were in memory, the people of the Immortal Sect were excited, and the Soul-eating Sword Formation of the Devil-killing Dao pierced the heart with ten thousand blades.

He finally saw what Zhong Ling was doing at this moment.

Zhong Ling stood in the main hall on the golden roof of Mount Buzhou.

The scorching red clothes on his body were stained dark with large blood stains, and the Ting Lan sword was deeply held in his palm, his black eyelashes trembled slightly, and his expression seemed to be extremely sad.

Yan Huaizhou looked at his side face, his heart was full of unspeakable irony.It turned out that Zhong Ling was not as ruthless as he imagined at the beginning. When he was desperate and just waiting to die, Zhong Ling was also sad.

Zhong Jingming, the Big Dipper Immortal standing at the head, paced back and forth, his face was covered with frost: "A Ling, you have always been smart, why did you become so confused here?"

"It's just normal, but you don't know what Yan Wanfeng did this time? If you want to protect him, what will the world say about you!"

Zhong Ling still didn't move, just stood upright, and said word by word: "You clearly promised me."

"You said that as long as I bring him back, everything is still negotiable. Why did you lie to me?"

Zhong Jingming said coldly: "Great righteousness comes first, personal love comes later. Do you know that as the future fairy head, you are not qualified to act on your own will?"

Zhong Ling choked on the spot, two lines of tears streaming down his face: "But father, can I not have selfishness? Can't I have such a selfishness?"

Zhong Jingming was furious, and looked at his son disappointedly: "Zhong Ling, do you know what you are talking about?"

He waved his hand impatiently, "This matter is a foregone conclusion, there is no need to discuss it again. You go back and reflect on yourself, and you don't have to go out if you have nothing to do recently."

Zhong Ling's emotions were on the verge of collapse, completely irritated by his words "it's a foregone conclusion, there is no need to discuss it", suddenly raised his head, and said regardless: "You say that, you want to force me to go to the Demon Slayer Road to intercept people?"

Seeing this, Zhong Jingming couldn't bear it any longer, and before he could leave, he shot his body and stopped him: "Do you think that even now, you can still let your willful mischief go?"

He raised his voice to call out Zhong Tuhua who was hiding behind the pillars of the main hall, and threw an enchantment into his hand: "Take care of your brother, let him copy scriptures and meditate in his own room. When Yan Wanfeng dies, when will he die?" Let him out."

No one can break the barrier laid down by the Big Dipper Immortal, and it was the first time in Zhong Ling's life that he was grounded by his father.He was hit hard by this incident, and every day when he closed his eyes, he would look like Yan Huaizhou threw down his weapon on the top of Cangqiong Mountain and was tied up, so he refused to say a word to anyone again.

Only Zhong Tuhua knew the way of coming and going of this enchantment, and he often came to see him, trying his best to release his brother.But no matter how parched he was in persuading him, he couldn't wait for Zhong Ling to give a half-word answer, and every time he would arrive in a state of anxiety and return home helpless.

Yan Huaizhou sat in front of the desk with his chin resting on his shoulders, watching Zhong Ling begin to copy the scriptures expressionlessly again. He had already copied the phrase "body is like a bodhi tree, heart is like a mirror stand" over and over again, as if forever. It seems tireless.

The rice paper on the desk was getting higher and higher, and his figure was getting thinner and thinner. When Zhong Tuhua came back after a few days, he almost snatched the pen in his hand with all his strength, and said heartbrokenly: "A Ling, do you still want to lose weight?" How long have you been stubborn! What kind of ecstasy soup did Yan Wanfeng pour you into?"

Zhong Ling raised his face to look at him, his mind was already in a daze, and he moved his lips as if he was finally going to talk to him.Zhong Tuhua was overjoyed and waited patiently for him to make a sound, but what he saw was his younger brother spraying a big mouthful of black blood in front of him.

"Aling!"

Yan Huaizhou and Zhong Tuhua rushed towards Zhong Ling at the same time, but Zhong Ling's body passed through his arms, and was held firmly by Zhong Tuhua so that he would not fall to the ground.

This was already a sign of obsession, and Zhong Tuhua was shocked by his brother.Even though Yan Wanfeng's death is not a pity, what if Zhong Ling got involved because of this?

He thought for a long time before he made up his mind: "I let you go out and let you go to the Devil-killing Dao to have a look at him, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of the previous friendship. Only this time, let's not make an example, and don't make trouble anymore when you come back, okay? "

Zhong Ling's scattered eyes finally came together again, he took a deep breath, straightened up, and bowed solemnly to Zhong Tuhua: "Thank you, brother."

Yan Huaizhou didn't know that Zhong Ling had come to Zhu Mo Dao to see him.I don't know that he knelt on the ground in the darkness not far from him and shed so many tears.He looked at the haggard look of his sweetheart, and couldn't tell whether he was distressed or happy.

After returning from Demon Killing Dao, Zhong Ling immediately placed a Dao enchantment in the entrance guard, covering himself completely, so that even Zhong Tuhua couldn't get in.He was afraid that his younger brother had done something irreversible and stupid, so he hurried to the Demon Execution Road, seeing that Yan Huaizhou was still being tortured there, he felt relieved a little.

Others didn't know what Zhong Ling was doing when he locked himself up, but Yan Huaizhou was the first to know the secret.The condensed blood was floating in the air, and Zhong Ling was making a puppet doll that he once denounced as "evil and crooked".

This doll was taken from the essence and blood of his body. It was no different from a real monk with spiritual power. It was [-]% sure that it could fool the Soul Eater Sword Formation of the Devil Slayer Dao and buy him some time.

Zhong Ling shut himself up until a few days before Yan Huaizhou was about to be finally executed, and said hoarsely to Zhong Tuhua: "Brother, please tell me the password to enter the battle today, I want to give it away at the end he."

Xu Shi didn't have an accident last time, Xu Shi couldn't bear to see his younger brother lost his mind, Zhong Tuhua really couldn't say no to it.He opened another barrier for Zhong Ling, making way for him.

When Yan Huaizhou was unconscious, Zhong Ling replaced him with that puppet.

He finally knew why Zhong Ling didn't come after him that day, it wasn't because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

Zhong Ling transferred all the dark wounds in Yan Huaizhou's heart to himself, exhausted all his energy, and when he ran away, he fell into a coma again.

The people in Buzhou Mountain soon discovered that the people in the demon-killing formation had been replaced, and they found the fainted young god in the secret passage of Zhong Ling's room.

It turned out that Beidou Xianzun also had a distressed and frightened expression on his face, and the medical officer replied to him in a deep voice: "Shenjun's heart is damaged, this dark wound will follow you like a shadow in the future, the pain from the onset is very tolerable, Xianzun It’s better to plan ahead.”

Zhong Tuhua asked in a low voice from the side: "Father, do you still want to hunt down Yan Wanfeng?"

Zhong Ling seemed to hear these words in a deep sleep, his chest heaved violently, and the blood that had already stopped overflowed a shocking scarlet around the corner of his lips.

Zhong Tuhua stepped forward quickly: "A Ling, wake up! Can you hear me?"

Beidou Xianzun clenched his hands into fists again and again, and let them loose again and again. After a long time, he let out a long sigh: "Let him go."

……

The Snow Demon Girl showed her figure, smiled lowly at Yan Huaizhou, and then stretched out her fingertips to Zhong Ling.

"Now is the time for you to make a choice."

"If you choose to stay, I can turn back the time and go back to before your sweetheart fell into the devil, so that you can prevent all tragedies from happening. You can rest assured that all of this is happening in real, and you can stay in this place safely , and be a fairy couple with him for a long time."

Zhong Ling slowly opened his eyes under her touch.

Yan Huaizhou raised his heart to his throat, wanting to tell Zhong Ling that he didn't need it, but he couldn't make any sound.

Zhong Ling was silent for a long time, and finally remembered something in his perplexed deep thinking, and then raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

"I don't want to stay here. Wanfeng and I... are the best couple now."

Yan Huaizhou heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt his eyes heat up.

Not long after that absurd love affair, for him and Yu Zhongling, it was actually a kind of salvation.