Demon Lord, he wants to be expelled from his teacher every day

Before Yin Lizhou could make a sound, seeing Bai Weixi, he stepped forward first, took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Shan Mingxiu, his eyes were full of worry, "Master, you are coughing up blood again."

Shan Mingxiu took it, and carefully wiped the blood off his hands with his downcast eyes, his voice was light, as if to comfort him, "It's all right."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Yin Lizhou also understood.

This is probably not the first time.

Just what happened in between?Only a hundred years have passed, why did Shan Mingxiu become like this?

After Shan Mingxiu wiped it clean, the white handkerchief in his hand was already bright red.

Seeing that he was about to put it away, Yin Lizhou suddenly said, "Give it to me."

Hearing this, Shan Mingxiu raised his eyes to look at him.

Yin Lizhou also knew that the words were abrupt, so he hurriedly began to make amends, "...Your body doesn't look like it can get wet with cold water, I'll wash it for you."

Shan Mingxiu said nothing, his fingertips holding the handkerchief tightened calmly, but he still handed it to him.

Yin Lizhou raised his hand to take it.

I don't know how much blood has been stained on this handkerchief, the original white color can no longer be seen, it is slightly sticky, and there is still a little bit of residual heat.

It was obviously just a piece of veil, but for some reason, it felt heavy.

"How would you like me to thank you?"

In a daze, he suddenly heard Shan Mingxiu ask.

Yin Lizhou raised his head, only then remembered what he had just said.

"Just a joke."

The hand holding the handkerchief kept tightening, and Yin Lizhou's tone suddenly became anxious.

He also knew that he had lost his composure, so he said "I'm going to wash my handkerchief" before turning around and walking into the house.

Although the courtyard was cleaned every day, the dead leaves couldn't stand the winter after all, they scattered and fell helplessly at the feet of passers-by, making the sound of breaking.

Yin Lizhou stepped on it heavily.

It's like the blood that was trampled on the ground a hundred years ago, the dusty wreckage, the unbearable abuse, and finally lying in a pool of blood, watching the vultures pecking at his body.

Obviously there should only be hatred left, but he still stopped.

The crackling sound stopped abruptly, Yin Lizhou turned around, and his eyes fell on Shan Mingxiu.

"Why did it happen?" he asked.

This question was asked without thinking, but Shan Mingxiu understood it quickly, and after a moment of silence, he replied, "Being obsessed."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yin Lizhou heard a smile in this sentence.

crazy.

Yin Lizhou said nothing more, turned around and walked into the house.

Shan Mingxiu decided to stay with his stupid apprentice for a long time, so there is nothing to be happy about going crazy.

Yin Lizhou returned to the room, closed the door, and then covered the tracking bell with the handkerchief in his hand.

Obviously the handkerchief was still warm, but the broken bell did not respond at all.

After thinking about it, he poured some water from the teapot on the veil, squeezed out a few drops of blood and dripped it on the tracking bell.

However, it still hangs firmly on his wrist, and it still rings as it should, without being affected in the slightest.

Yin Lizhou sighed, threw the handkerchief on the table, and rubbed his forehead helplessly.

Is it really necessary to drip some blood on it?

It's just a broken bell, yet it's so picky.

But if that was the case, what was he to do?

You can't give Shan Mingxiu a knife.

Thinking about it, Yin Lizhou sighed, his eyes fell on the bloody handkerchief on the table, and thinking of Shan Mingxiu again, he felt a little more indescribable emotion.

How could he become obsessed?

Shan Mingxiu was brought out by Fu Li, and he has always fought steadily, with few desires and a pure heart, even when he was killed, he could keep his expression on his face without shaking his hands.

Who can disturb his mind?

Is that Du Xiu again?

Thinking of this, Yin Lizhou's eyes were a little dazed.

If this is the case, then it is really...

One thing falls one thing.

Because of what happened last time, Yin Lizhou hasn't stepped out of Qingliyuan for a long time.After all, he was too much in the limelight last time, and he forgot that he still has a fool character, so that his image completely collapsed.

Maybe no one noticed it at the time, but if someone thought about it after returning home, they would definitely find the clues.

In order to avoid being questioned again, Yin Lizhou had no choice but to stay in Qingliyuan honestly.

It's just that although no one can enter Qingliyuan, life is really boring.

In order to pass the time, Yin Lizhou and Bai Weixi read through the scriptures listed in the Hall of Eternal Life.

"This Tu Ji is quite a character." Yin Lizhou lay on the couch, calmly introducing the topic.

"Indeed, after taking office for only a hundred years, he has unified the two worlds of monsters and monsters. Now the Demon Realm has the power to compete with the cultivation world. If this continues..."

Bai Weixi said, sighed, "I'm afraid there will be another chaos."

Yin Lizhou fell silent after hearing the words.

Every Demon Lord comes from the Abyss.

Whenever the Demon Lord dies, the Underworld will open wide.Those who are determined to compete for the position of the Demon Lord can start fighting each other, and in the end there is only one winner, the Demon Lord.

This Tu Ji is his successor, the current Mozun.

Although Yin Lizhou hasn't seen it yet, he has seen a lot in the scriptures these days.

No one has ever seen his real face, and every time he appears, he wears a red ghost mask.It took only 100 years to unify the two worlds of monsters, and hate carrots and so on.

But the most outrageous thing is that, according to these scripts, he and Yin Du, the previous Demon Lord, seem to have a lingering, undying love.

Yin Lizhou looked at the script in his hand, and said with a smile: "The writers of these scripts are not very particular. After one Demon Lord dies, the other Demon Lord will appear. The two have never met each other. How can there be love? So many scripts have been written."

Bai Weixi glanced at him when he heard the words, "You said it was a story, and you just wanted to have fun, why are you so fussy?"

"But..." After Bai Weixi finished speaking, she seemed to remember something, and suddenly lowered her voice.

"What?" Seeing this, Yin Lizhou immediately moved closer to him.

"It is said that these are not all groundless."

"Why do you know?" Yin Lizhou raised his eyebrows, waiting for his next words.

"I heard that Demon Lord Tu Ji has always wanted to revive the previous Demon Lord."

Yin Lizhou: "This...doesn't seem reasonable, there has always been only one Demon Lord."

"I don't know, it's all rumors. In fact, I don't think it's credible. After all, that person has been dead for more than a hundred years. I think the main reason for these two people to have so many stories is because they match well."

"Where is the match?" Yin Lizhou asked curiously.

As soon as he touched his professional field, Bai Weixi immediately became interested.

"First of all, both of them are the masters of the Demon Realm. Secondly, one of them quelled the civil strife in the Demon Realm in three years, and the other unified the two worlds of monsters and monsters in a hundred years. They are both equally matched and talented. And the most important point..."

"What?" Yin Lizhou asked.

"Mozun Tu Ji doesn't always wear a red ghost mask."

"Um"

Bai Weixi showed a mysterious look, "I heard that the previous Demon Lord liked red the most."

Yin Lizhou: "..."

Yin Lizhou endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing, "That's okay too."

Bai Weixi sighed and shook his head, "You can't think carefully, thinking carefully is love."

Yin Lizhou was speechless and gave him a thumbs up.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting thicker, Yin Lizhou was about to get some more news, but Bai Weixi suddenly patted his head and said, "I just remembered to read the script, and I almost forgot that the headmaster suddenly mentioned something yesterday."

"what?"

"You are already fifteen years old." Bai Weixi said, the joy in her eyes could not be concealed.

Yin Lizhou was a little confused, so, "What's wrong with turning fifteen?"

"It's time to take up the task."