people can be bullied

It is reasonable that the battle between immortals and demons has started. Over the years, the two sides have been in constant friction. Either you will kill my disciples, or I will kill your people, and then they will fight for territory. The escalating friction finally started the war between immortals and demons.In fact, it doesn't make much difference to me whether the war starts or not, it's nothing more than the difference in killing more or less people.

I met Qin Zheng again on the battlefield of the battle between immortals and demons.He wields his sword to slay demons, and I draw my sword to slay Dao. There is a conflict between Dao and demons between us. He goes south, and I go north, avoiding the confrontation of swords and swords.At that time, the war had been going on for more than a hundred days, and the low-level monks suffered heavy casualties and were exhausted, so the two sides agreed to repair themselves.

The higher-ups of the Mo Dao were discussing the next battle, and I left the station.

It has been a hundred years since Mangyu left, and I have not seen him once in these hundred years.I thought I had forgotten him, but just a quick glance at the battlefield, I knew that I had never forgotten... I want to see him.So I went to find him.

The two armies of Dao and Demon were separated by a stream not more than three feet away. In the dead of night, the leaves rustled.

The stream covered the top of my hair, and the moonlight fell on the sparkling water. I swam towards the bank like a silver fish, and then pounced on Qin Zheng, bringing a string of water drops back into the water, causing bursts of spray. He put the bracelet on his hand and offered his lips.

Qin Zheng's eyes were condensed, his lips were tightly closed, and he did not respond to my kiss. His hands were tightly pinched around my waist, as if he wanted to push me away.

"Why don't you kiss me?" I pressed my lips against his, a little aggrieved, "Do you hate me?"

The hand on the waist was so tight that it seemed to cut me off.

"No." Qin Zheng pinched the back of my neck and kissed me fiercely: "I hate you."

The wet clothes on my body were quickly removed, and my cold body was wrapped in a ball of fire, and I warmed up again.

He's colored me again.

very nice.

Being satisfied with the body can't fill the void in my heart. I know that I shouldn't have come to him, and I shouldn't have pestered him... So, this is the last time.In this doomsday carnival, all I can do is to leave as much of his breath as possible.

At dawn, the fighting started again, and this battle lasted for ten years.

The Mo Dao was originally full of ambitions, and was so ambitious that it wanted to occupy the middle land, expel Taoist cultivators or transform demons, but it suffered a disastrous defeat, even the Mozun lost his life. The whole Mo Dao was like a bereaved dog. No exception.

Zhengdao regards me as the successor of Demon Lord and vows to take my life, while Demon Dao regards me as a traitor and hates me to the bone. Dantian, locked me in the dungeon, waiting for my final judgment.

Of course I don't want to die.So I lured the little Taoist guards and escaped from Wuji.

The branch that I took away from the secret place back then grew into a big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves after being supported by my spiritual power for a hundred years in my purple mansion, and a round fruit was born on the tree-my flesh and blood, my continuation.

The feeling of being connected by blood is really amazing.I thought I would never have my own blood in my life.

When I found him, he was less than the size of a grain of rice. The big tree hid him under the leaves like a baby, and put him on the top of the tree like a show off, wishing that people could spot him at a glance, and I did notice him at a glance , such a small grain, so lovable.There was a vague feeling of joy and sadness in my heart that I had a baby.

Later, I evaded the siege and interception of the righteous way, and successfully threw off the pursuers. However, the fruit tree withered and died before the fruit was ripe. My child is not even as big as an egg. Is it going to die like this?I took him down from the dead tree and used my flesh to conceive him. Only in this way can he continue to grow. In order to give birth to him, I am willing to do anything, including conceiving a child in the body of a man.

The process of conceiving was undoubtedly difficult, because all the spiritual energy in my body was supplied to him, and I couldn't use the magic energy, so I stayed in a closed and backward mountain village with an anonymity. The simple and leisurely life in the mountains almost made me forget the bloody storm outside. He even had the idea of ​​staying here after the child was born and raising the child here.

However, the murders I have committed over the years are too heavy, and God will not tolerate me.

The peaceful days were soon broken. A group of wandering bandits found this paradise. I should have been alone, but when I came back to my senses, my blood moon had already been unsheathed, and the flames were raging, and blood flowed like a river.

"Monster...youkai!"

In the terrified eyes of the villagers, I stumbled away.

The child was born on the way to escape, probably because he was born early before full term, he was thin and small, he couldn't even cry when he was born, like a little mouse without a tail, I held the red glowing mouse, Rumpled pup, joy and sorrow overwhelm me.I originally wanted to raise him by myself, how much I wanted to bring him up with my own hands, but I... I sent the little boy to Diancang.

In the days when I was squeezed out, I was in a daze all day long, relying on instinct to avoid the enemy, but I was so tired that I didn't want to run away anymore.

"Devil! Let's see where you are going." Someone yelled first.

I looked at the crowd, took a step forward, and the crowd took a few steps back vigilantly, their eyes vigilant and guarded, their expressions disgusted, and hatred was written on every strand of hair.

Everyone took out their instruments and pointed at me.

Everyone fears him and hates me.

Tsk.Really, everyone regards me as a scourge.

"Demon boss, as long as you abolish your magic skills and hand over the magic weapon, we will save your life, and you will be captured soon." A short, fat middle-aged monk said loudly, filled with righteous indignation.

Bai Lian said loudly: "I can assure you, as long as you abolish your magic skills and hand over your magic weapon, we will let you live."

Qin Zheng's face was pale, he couldn't see anything, Wen Heng was silent, he didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he was agreeing with Bai Lian's words, He Chong... tsk, he probably wanted to kill me with his own hands.

"Road to life?" I looked around at the surrounding monks, and glanced back and forth at Qin Zheng and the others, raised the blood moon in my hand, and said with a sneer, "That's true, thank you very much."

The nearby monks showed their alert eyes and secretly activated their magic weapons, ready to attack at any time.

Wen Heng frowned and persuaded: "Le Sheng, stop."

Is it because I refuse to give up?

Am I being stubborn?

I thought it was a little funny, so I laughed until the corners of my eyes were filled with tears. I tossed the blood moon, stepped back a few steps on the edge of the cliff, turned my head to avoid looking at anyone, and said softly, "Okay."

"What do you want, I won't accompany you." The spiritual power in my body was compressed to the extreme. At the moment it exploded, I looked at Qin Zheng. The little boy is living very well in Diancang, although his father didn't know it. His life experience... that's fine too.

The spiritual power exploded, and there was no dead body.

This is where I end up.

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The past chapter is over.Wake up tomorrow, do nothing. (???????)??