people can be bullied

I never knew that the reason why I was left behind by the sect was because someone paid all the price for me.

What is this, should I thank him?

After He Chong left, I ordered Hongdou to take Bitong away. After a while, Hongdou came in a hurry and said that Bitong had escaped.

I put an end to her blatant search and sent her to do other things.

After all, I arranged for Bitong to escape.

Naturally, I am not a kind person who repays hatred with kindness, let alone a saint who resigns himself. I just don't want to get my hands dirty.

After all, I was born with a cold nature, so I wouldn't care about other people's lives.

I sat for a while, with thousands of words rolling in my throat. Sometimes it was indifferent self-judgment, and sometimes it was resentment for the growth of hatred towards Wen Heng. I gritted my teeth and made a pot of hot tea this morning, which is now cold. Thorough, just right to wake me up.I reached for the cups on the table, my fingers trembling uncontrollably, the exquisitely crafted cups fled around in my hands, and spilled most of the full cup of tea.

"Don't be afraid, senior brother will protect you."

I was stunned and murmured.

"Brother."

My expression changed drastically, I bit the tip of my tongue hard, the sweat dripping from my palms was sticking to the wall of the cup, my finger was unsteady, the cup fell to the ground, and a thunderbolt exploded on the ground.

The pure white porcelain cup shattered all over the floor, splashing everywhere, and the sharp edges and corners nailed a gap in my fingertips. I couldn't feel the pain, and I was stunned to watch the blood beads condense into threads, dripping on the plain white broken porcelain. On, blooming blood-colored flowers.

Even if I don't think about it, his helpless and doting smile, the breath on his body, his words and deeds, all pervasively reappear in my sea of ​​consciousness. He is the silent blooming flower in my heart. The tree bears fruit but has no time to wait for it to ripen on the branches, so I pluck it off, chew and swallow it with its leather core, which is obviously too bitter to swallow, but I am reluctant to spit it out.

He used to be my light and heat.

It's my longing, it's my wishful thinking when I was young and ignorant, it's my longing that I don't want to share with others, and it's too late to say it.

But I would rather, would rather be alone.

People like me are never worthy of the extravagance of being connected with each other.

I killed him.

Wen Heng likes Bai Lian, I originally thought so, and I firmly believe it.

How could he like me.

How can he like me...

I slowly tightened my hands, the broken porcelain slag embedded in the palm of my hand, the fine wounds healed visible to the naked eye, and the blood that flowed out gradually dried up. Pick out the broken porcelain of flesh and blood, tore a piece of cloth casually, wrapped it up, and regarded it as a bandage.

It's all, my fault.

I took the sword and went to dance in the courtyard. Since I was hurt by my own sword, He Chong didn't allow me to touch the sword again. But I have nowhere to say what I need to vent, and no one can say it. However, my Eyes are dry.

look.I was so cold-blooded and heartless that in the end I wouldn't even shed a tear for him.

At the moment when I was injured by the sharp sword energy, the sword in my hand was knocked away, and he said, "Do you want to die?"

It's the Demon Lord, I don't know how long he watched from the sidelines.

Anger, hostility, hatred...

My chest heaved violently, and the thick hatred was about to flow out in substance. I pinched the wound on the palm of my hand fiercely, holding back the malice that filled my heart, but I couldn't suppress my trembling body.

Mozun approached slowly, turned his head, stroked his chin, and said, "Are you in a bad mood? It seems that you are not very satisfied with my gift."

I turned a deaf ear, didn't listen, didn't look, and went straight to the spirit sword that fell deep in the courtyard.

"But it doesn't matter, I have other gifts."

The Mozun spread his hands, revealing what was in his hands, but I couldn't move my eyes away, it was Wen Heng's jade pendant, the first and only gift I gave him.

My breath was stagnant, and I said dumbly, "What do you mean?"

Demon Venerable folded his palms together, and his slender eyes flew up slantingly, "If the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night. Don't you want to see your old lover?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." I took a step towards the spirit sword stuck obliquely on the ground, and reached out to pull it out.

"Don't worry, apart from me, no one else will know about today's events." Mozun followed behind me,

"What do you want." I pulled out the spirit sword and lowered the sword into its sheath.

"I want you," Mo Zun came close to him, "Don't look at me like that, just smile at me, and I'll take you to see your senior brother, how about it?"

how about it?

not so good.

I squeezed the hilt of the sword and thought coldly: Wen Heng was not killed by you?Are you going to take me to see his bones?

Even though I kept silent and resisted without words, Mozun didn't realize it, and continued: "Don't you want to see it with your own eyes?" After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but embrace me.

Meteors streaked across the night sky, past the well-proportioned pavilions and chaotic houses, across the rolling mountains and rivers, and the lush vegetation——

"Here we are." said the Demon Lord.

There are four dead places in the world of comprehension, namely Nanming Sea, Mobeihuang, Xiyouming and Dongkunlun. They each have their own dangers, and they are all existences that everyone talks about.

And now, I am standing on the land of Nether Abyss.

The black fog in Nether Abyss is not fog, but pure magic energy.

Desolate and lonely like rumors, life is cut off, eyes are black and red, demonic energy, stellar energy, evil spirit, endlessly gushing out from the bottomless Nether Abyss, no birds, no animals, the sky is gray and black , the bare ground underfoot, the wreckage of travelers who strayed here.Occasionally, birds that accidentally approached here were instantly submerged and eroded by the monstrous devilish energy.Mozun dragged his tone of nothing to do with himself, pointed to the bottom of the Nether Abyss, "Your senior brother, it's right here."

"There will probably be a few bones left, do you want it?" he asked.

bone?

My chest was aching, and it hurt a little. My strong back lost the power to support me, and I was arched by an invisible force. My lips trembled, and I closed my eyes. I suppressed my grief, and said in a hoarse voice: "I... …don't want."

"No bones? Then I'll turn him into a corpse puppet and give it to you?" Mozun was puzzled.

Residents of the Demon Realm can be divided into two categories, the Demon Clan and the Demon Cultivator. The former are born demons, while the latter are acquired demons.The demons are romantic by nature, but they have never been touched by their true feelings. They are more ruthless than grass and trees without emotion, and more heartless than rocks.

Demon Lord is the former.He was born as a monster, even if he looked like a human, he was just a monster in human skin.Mozun will not understand why I cry.

"Don't cry, I'm very good at training puppets, I'm no different from a living person, and I'll return you a senior brother who is exactly the same,"

"Stand here and don't move, I'll go fish right away."

After saying that, the Demon Lord threw down a protective cover to isolate me from the erosion of the demon energy, smiled at me, and jumped into the Nether Abyss.

The soil under his feet is gravel and gravel, mixed with weathered and crushed bone debris, which hurts a little when it touches his hands.

My eyes were empty and I looked at the bottomless Nether Abyss. The demon energy of the Nether Abyss swallowed everything. I took a step forward and kicked a pile of gravel. The palm-sized gravel rolled around a few times, swaying I rolled down and quickly disappeared into the demonic energy without stirring up any waves. My face was dead silent, and a tear finally fell from the corner of my eye. It was extreme sadness and indescribable hatred.

Tears fell to the ground along the chin, seeped into the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

That was the only tear.

My throat was sore, but my eyes were dry. I pinched the flesh of my heart, bent my body, and my shoulder blades trembled uncontrollably. From a distance, it seemed that I was crying very sadly.

But I can't even shed tears.

"Hypothetical."

My breathing was steady, and my voice was also very steady, as if the one who had cried was not me, but someone else.

The danger of the Nether Abyss is not only aimed at Taoist cultivators, even if it is a demon cultivator, few people can retreat from the Nether Abyss. In the final analysis, the Demon Lord is just a higher-level demon cultivator, even if the Nether Abyss cannot seriously injure him. , It will at least hurt his vitality.

But so what, the Demon Lord entered the Nether Abyss, I just looked at him coldly.

It would be best if he died.

After about a moment, or even longer, the devilish energy in Youmingyuan suddenly boiled like boiling water.The Demon Lord came up, and when he raised his hand, white bones fell down on the open space like a small hill. The moment the bones fell, my body trembled suddenly. In an instant, my body lost its temperature and became extremely cold. Inadvertently pointing to the pile of white bones, he said, "I don't know which are the bones of your brother, why don't you take a look?"

None of this is him.

Nor would it be him.

"You don't need to look." I raised my head, looked at Demon Lord, and said in a cold voice, "He is dead or alive, it has nothing to do with me, and Demon Lord why bother."

Mozun was stunned for a moment, and asked persistently: "Really?"

"Yes." I said, "If Mozun thinks that Wen Heng has any friendship with me, I'm afraid he has made a mistake. I have never had any friendship with him. I don't like him. On the contrary, the person I hate the most It’s him.” When I said this, there was no ups and downs in my heart, neither sadness nor joy, as if I was expounding an established fact.

Mozun looked at me fixedly, his eyes changed several times in an instant, and he sighed softly: "It's really ruthless."

I sneered, my eyes were gloomy, and I said, "Isn't Mozun well aware of this?"

"The Demon Lord brought me here, besides this, there must be other things."

Mozun then laughed and said, "I really can't hide it from you."

"I'm just an ordinary person, why did the Demon Lord come to me?"

"Is it for He Chong?"

Mozun smiled and said nothing.

"Why?" I gritted my teeth and said, "Isn't he already possessed?"

"Because I need a real heir."

I suddenly understood, thoroughly understood.

What the Mozun wants is for He Chong to break off all fetters and become completely enchanted.