people can be bullied

I never thought about staying in the Demon Realm, just like I never thought about cultivating the Demon Realm.

It was before and it is now.

Since we broke up that night, He Chong stopped looking for me, and if he didn't come, it would be difficult for me to see him again.

This is what I discovered five days later through the reminder of red beans.

No wonder the past few days have been going well.

With less interference from He Chong, my appetite improved a lot, and my meals became more delicious. Every day, I either meditated calmly, or practiced sword profusely in sweat.Not only to prove that He Chong's wild words are wrong, but also to prepare for my escape from life in the future, I worked harder and harder, and this hard work paid off for the first time. Ji, and now he is getting closer to forming a pill.

Just like how I formed the alchemy in a daze back then, my foundation establishment also happened by accident. I even suspected that it was because I got He Chong’s essence, and I was worried that it was my special constitution, lest I was actually What furnace, I looked through Xu Ben's book and compared them one by one before I breathed a sigh of relief.After all, the furnace tripod is to get the cultivation base out, and I am obviously absorbing it. If I really want to talk about it seriously, it is He Chong who made the furnace tripod.

So I stopped worrying about it.

It's easy to practice with one heart.

A few days later, I danced a set of swordsmanship, and I was feeling hearty, but found that an unexpected guest came to the courtyard.

Black hair and red pupils, black clothes and plain hands.The man was handsome, with profound features, eyebrows drawn into the temples, high nose bridge, and pale complexion, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness. This faint trace of illness neutralized the aggressiveness of his appearance, but was harmonious.

"Good swordsmanship." The man praised.

I put away the sword, and said calmly: "It's all about making an axe."

"I don't know what the devil is doing here."

The man, that is, Mo Zun was stunned, clapped his hands and smiled, and said: "You are so smart, I came here for my useless son."

?

"Son?" I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't help thinking about who the son he was talking about was.I don't know many people, and I don't know them well.It is not difficult to see from the tone of Mozun that the son he is talking about is obviously someone I consider 'acquainted'.He is so sure that I know the inside story, anyway, I am in a good mood today, and I don't mind cooperating with him.

I took a closer look at the Mozun, comparing his face to his figure, and finally came to a conclusion.

"It turned out to be Master's father, I'm rude and rude." My mood suddenly changed a lot, I had no patience, I bowed my hands coldly, and said, "What can I teach you?"

"I did, but I changed my mind." The Demon Lord stepped forward, touched my cheek with his fingers, and said meaningfully, "You are very good, I—"

His hands were very cold, like a dead corpse, or a snake lizard living in a dark cave. I was so cold that I took two steps back with displeasure in my eyes. Take a deep breath.

"boom--"

Mozun's hand was empty, and he retracted his hand behind the quilt indifferently, squinted his eyes, and turned his body back. Then, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and a big hole was broken in the wall behind him.

When the dust settled, He Chong stood there, holding the sword in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "What are you looking for him for?"

Mozun covered his lips and coughed a few times, jokingly said, "I just came to see my future daughter-in-law, why are you so nervous?"

Unlike Mo Zun who was spotless, I was splashed with fine dust on my face, and a layer of sand fell on my outer robe.

I frowned, and the discomfort in my heart finally accumulated to the point of overflowing.

He Chong wrinkled his long eyebrows, and walked in front of me, blocking the Demon Lord's sight of me falling on me.

Mozun glanced at He Chong, left simply, and said: "Forget it, we will be a family in the future, and we have time to meet each other."

Who is family with you.

Since we met again, I have been thinking about why He Chong became like this, is it because of the Fallen Demon, or because I have never understood him before, and now I finally know where He Chong's robber logic comes from. Feelings are the family The characteristics are passed down in one continuous line, I know it.

Holding the sword, He Chong dragged me all the way back to the bedroom with a cold face.

"Bang—" the door closed, blocking the sight of the outside world from exploring.

He Chong threw me aside, held the sword in his arms, his eyes were cold and his expression was cold, and he said: "Put away your little thoughts."

"Whether you like it or not, next month's grand ceremony will only be held as scheduled, so please do it yourself—don't give birth to any other unnecessary thoughts."

What do you think?

Did you know again?

I didn't bother to talk to him anymore, he was warning over there, and I was wandering in the sky here, without paying attention to a word, I untied the tie of my coat, walked past him, and opened the door.

He Chong grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, "Where are you going?"

I lowered my eyes to look at the wrist that was not free, and said: "If Master is afraid, you might as well tie me up like Bai Lian—"

He Chong stopped my remaining words and kissed me violently.

His tongue raged violently in my mouth, I leaned back to escape, my waist bent into an incredible arc.

"Don't make me angry." He Chong clasped my shoulders and pressed me against the wall. He was so strong that it hurt a little, my back hurt from the impact, and my shoulders hurt from being pinched.

I stabilized my somewhat rapid breathing, raised my eyes to look at him, and said, "Don't dare."

Mozun said it was fast, it was fast, and he came to my room the next day.

A good master of the Demon Palace, but he became a gentleman on Liangshang.

When he came, I had just finished taking a bath, and I was only wearing a robe, my hair was loosely tied on my shoulders, I was holding a book in my hand, leaning on the couch, reading lazily.

"Mozun, what can you do?"

Mozun interrupted me and said, "Yan Li, my name."

Tsk, no answer.

I have seen a lot of people who talk to themselves like this. Although I can't understand their thinking, I have found a way to deal with it.

I retracted my slanted legs, my bare feet were covered by the hem of my clothes hanging down to the floor, I closed my slightly open skirt, and said, "Your Excellency Yan Li, what's your business?"

Mozun raised his hand and threw down a sound-proof spell, saying, "Don't be so nervous, I'm here to help you."

He said: "I know you were forced, and I also know that you don't want to marry He Chong."

"I can help you."

The air fell into silence.

I lowered my eyes to hide the slowly cooling eyes.

There will be no free lunch in the world, let alone goodwill for no reason.

"What do I need to pay?"

"You'll know."

Clenching his hands into fists and loosening them, "I don't want to know, and I don't need your help."

"Then you want to form a bond with He Chong? A lifetime bond?"

I turned cold, "What about us, what does it have to do with you?"

"Are you really willing?" Mozun

I'm not reconciled, but that's not the reason for me to cooperate with Moxiu. No matter how selfish I am, I don't want to do anything because of it.

But I can't say no.

I withdrew my eyes from looking at the Demon Lord, and said to myself, whether I agree or not, he can involve me in it, just like back then.

From the time I was framed for stealing sacred objects, to being forced to leave the sect, there are demon cultivators in it.

I didn't understand why I was chosen.

It was only later that I realized that their target was never me, I was just an unlucky guy who took the place of others.

"So."

My silence made Mozun more determined, and he smiled confidently.

Mozun walked up to me and lifted a lock of my hair, "We are happy to cooperate."