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

The night was as thick as ink, and it seemed that no more light could penetrate it.

Ling Shu huddled behind the dilapidated wall, holding a jug of wine in his arms.

The gorgeous dress was dragged on the ground, covered with dust, the golden crown on the top of the head had long since disappeared, and the long hair was loose and fell messily on the shoulders.

Who would have thought that this person is the same person as the noble Pavilion Master Ling Xiao in the past.

For the first time, the eyes that were always proud and flamboyant lost their spirit and opened empty.His fingers clenched the empty wine jug tightly, as if he was grabbing something.

The wound on his left hand opened again due to his actions, leaving faint bloodstains on the azure flagon.

He was extremely tired, but he didn't even dare to close his eyes.

As soon as you close it, all kinds of things in the daytime appear in your mind.

He stood on the high platform, his figure facing everyone.Those scrutinizing and probing eyes fell on him with malicious intentions.

"Why does the owner of Bi'an Pavilion always like to raise sons for others?"

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Isn't Buyu the official next to Ling Shu?"

"Hey, looking at the situation, his surname is not Ling."

"..."

The audience was in chaos, and the stage was not much better.

All the elders looked at each other in blank dismay, then approached Mingru and started discussing in a low voice.

In the end, he watched with his own eyes that Buyu took the seal of the master and wrote his name on the book of inscriptions on his behalf.

Ling Shu wanted to go over and see what he wrote.

Is it also Ling Shu?

However, before he got close, he was stopped by Elder Mingru.

He said, "Xiao Shu, go down first."

Ling Shu raised his head, his voice was trembling, and he looked at him with disbelief, "Why? Why do I want to go down? I grew up in Bi'ange since I was a child, and you know that my father and mother are only my son. I know. How could I suddenly not be Ling Shu just because of this seal? I am not Ling Shu, so who am I?"

As Ling Shu spoke, his eyes were moist, like it had rained.

He took a step forward, but was stopped again, so he could only point his finger at Unchanged, "Let him make it clear! Who is he? And who am I?"

"Xiao Shu." Elder Ming Ru also added a bit of seriousness on his face, "All the masters are here, now is not the time to talk about these things, let the ceremony continue first. If there is an inside story, don't you want to talk about it in front of so many people?" face to the public?"

Hearing this, Ling Shu stopped, looked down the stage, and met a series of searching eyes.

His expression was slightly flustered, he hurriedly looked away, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and walked on.

There were people all around him, and he passed through them like a defeated rooster.Even though he kept his head down, he could still feel that those gazes had substance, wrapping him tightly, making him breathless.

A pair of white boots suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

Then, a strange voice came, "Cousin."

Ling Shu raised his head, it was Ling Yu.

He stood opposite Ling Shu, with undisguised gloating in his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately raised his hand and patted his mouth lightly, "No, what am I yelling, that's the one on the stage, you're just a counterfeit who doesn't even recognize the seal of the patriarch."

"Shut up!" Ling Shu gritted his teeth.

"Heh. Even now, he's still so arrogant, a bastard who doesn't know where he came from, uh..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Shu had already arrived in front of him, and raised his hand to hold his neck tightly.

Ling Shu's eyes were full of anger, and the veins on his wrists were bulging, it was obvious that he had killed him.

The stage was chaotic in an instant.

Ling Shu didn't know how the grand ceremony went on, but vaguely remembered that Shan Mingxiu seemed to save Ling Yu from him, and Du Xiu seemed to want to take him out.

But he pushed Du Xiu away, he wanted to leave and couldn't stay for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, he had already ran out of Bi'ange.

People came and went on the road, each in a hurry, some curious eyes fell on him, but no one came forward to approach him.

There are too many joys and sorrows in this world, and people only care about themselves.

Ling Shu walked aimlessly, exchanged the jade pendant around his waist for a jug of wine, and drank as he walked until it started to rain outside.

He had nowhere to go, and seeing a dilapidated Taoist temple not far away, he walked in.

I didn't care about getting dirty, so I sat down against the wall.

The wine bottle in his arms was empty, but he still hugged him tightly.

He leaned against the cold wall, his mind was in a mess, his parents flashed for a while, and his poetry ring for a while.

He thought of his father teaching him how to practice swords since he was a child, of his mother making a new dress for him every year on his birthday, and of Shihuan always holding his hand and giving him preserved fruits every time he saw him.

Obviously these memories belong to him.

Why does the Patriarch Yin not recognize himself, but recognizes Unswerving?

"Unchanging."

When Ling Shu read this name, he felt extremely ironic.

When I saw him for the first time that year, he was just a beggar without father and mother, who rushed to his carriage for a piece of steamed bun rolled on the side of the street.

Even though he was pushed to the ground by the guards, he still disturbed Ling Shu's chariot and horses.

Ling Shu asked the maid to lift the curtain and look out.

Then he met a pair of unruly eyes.

Ling Shu found it interesting and kept him by his side.

Unexpectedly, the beggar changed his clothes, washed and washed, and looked decent.

Not only do they look good, they learn things quickly, but they also work reliably.

Ling Shu started to use him more, and even made him his own official.

They have been together for many years, but what they got in return is today's fatal blow.

Judging from today's situation, he obviously already knew it.But he kept his face and endured it for many years, standing behind him with disdain all over his eyes, watching him fall heavily into the mud from the high platform after being complacent.

How ridiculous, I still named him Unswerving.

He once said: "I hate being betrayed the most. If you follow me, you'd better be single-minded and unswerving until death."

So what kind of mood did Buyu have at that time, kneeling at his feet and recognizing the name.

The face is submissive, but the fangs in his heart are already open, waiting for the opportunity to devour him.

Ling Shu felt shuddering, but couldn't figure out why?

Obviously he grew up with his parents since he was a child, why is he not their son suddenly?

Before he could figure it out, there was a sudden "squeak" at the door, and the dilapidated door was pushed open from the outside.

Ling Shu raised his head, and in his drunken eyes, he seemed to see Unswerving.

Although his identity had changed now, he was still dressed in black, with a calm face, walking up to him step by step.

Ling Shu put down the jug in his hand, and looked at him coldly, "What's the matter? Come and see my joke."

Unchanging his eyes, he raised his hand and lightly stroked the wrench on his thumb, his voice could not detect any emotion, "No."

"You think I'll believe it?" Ling Shu said, struggling to stand up.

However, as soon as he got up, his feet went limp, and then his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

Ling Shu opened his eyes and found that there was darkness in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

A piercing pain came from his leg, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Ling Shu subconsciously reached out to look at his legs, but before he could touch them, he heard a dull sound of iron chains.

It was only then that Ling Shu realized that his hands had been separated by the iron chain at some point and hung high.

Ling Shu tried to struggle, but the spiritual power in his body was blocked at some point, and he was powerless.

"Wake up." A voice suddenly sounded from the darkness.

As the man's voice fell, a beam of dim yellow light slowly lit up.Then, the darkness in front of him receded layer by layer.

Ling Shu closed his eyes because of the sudden brightness, and opened them slowly after a while, and then saw Unchanging in black not far away.

He sat there, looking at him quietly, with a cold light in his dark eyes, which made his heart palpitate.

"Never change." Ling Shu subconsciously called him, and just as he opened his mouth, he immediately closed his mouth tightly as if remembering something.

He lowered his head to look at his legs, and saw two thumb-sized iron chains passing through his legs, piercing straight into the ground.

Ling Shu had never experienced such pain since he was a child, but the pain doubled instantly, and the pain almost made him faint.

His fingers clenched the iron chain on his wrist tightly, the joints turned white, so he didn't let himself cry out.

There were footsteps coming from far to near, Ling Shu raised his head, and saw that Buyu got up at some point, walked up to him step by step, and looked down at him condescendingly.

Although many years of dependence still made him feel that perseverance would not hurt him, but the facts in front of him forced him to believe.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Ling Shuqiang raised his head to look at him with little pride remaining.

Unyielding looked at him like looking at a puddle of mud, then raised his foot expressionlessly, and stepped on the iron chain on his leg hard.

"what……"

Ling Shu never thought that one day he would make such a tragic cry, like a wild animal whining.

It hurts so much.

Ling Shu was so painful that his eyes turned black, and he was almost out of breath.Big drops of cold sweat fell down his forehead and dripped on the ground, forming small puddles.The strength in his body seemed to be drained in an instant, and he fell backwards uncontrollably.However, his hands and legs were forcibly fixed, and he couldn't even fall down.

How can it hurt so much.It was so painful that he couldn't even ask why.

I don't know how long it took before the consciousness gradually returned.

Ling Shu raised his head with difficulty, and the darkness in front of him slowly receded.

He gasped for breath and wanted to speak, but suddenly found that there were people in the room besides Unchanging.

Ling Shu resisted the pain, tried his best to open the eyelashes wet with sweat, and looked there, then trembled uncontrollably.

That is not a person, but a piece of human skin.

A woman's skin.

I don't know what was stuffed inside, and the human skin was filled to the brim, just like a living person.

Although the woman was dressed in ordinary clothes and her face was already gray, it could be vaguely seen that she must have been a beauty when she was alive.

For some reason, Ling Shu suddenly felt heart palpitations.

It seemed that something was going away in an uncontrollable direction, he subconsciously wanted to look away, but he was forced back by Unchang pinching his chin.

"Do you know who she is?" Buyu's voice was light, but he could still detect a trace of unconcealable hatred when he listened carefully.

Ling Shu shook his head, trying to get rid of his shackles, but was held even tighter.

Buyu dragged him forward, as if wanting him to see more clearly, and then said word by word: "That's your mother."

Ling Shu's eyes suddenly enlarged, filled with disbelief.He struggled to look at Unchanging, his voice almost squeezed out of his throat, "Nonsense! You are talking nonsense!"

Buyu looked at him quietly, with a bit of pity in his eyes, but his voice was still cold and ruthless, "Your mother is just a lowly maid of the Ling family."

"You bullshit!"

"Climb onto Ling Songyi's bed with a little bit of beauty, and she was pregnant. Later, Madam... found out, poured red flowers and drove out the door."

"You bullshit!"

"She was desperate, married an innkeeper, and soon became pregnant again. At that time, the wife happened to be pregnant, and she went to the temple to fulfill her wish. Unfortunately, there was heavy rain, the mountain road was slippery, and the bearer did not move steadily. The lady The fetus was gassy. They hurriedly found an inn..."

As he spoke, his fingers unconsciously moved from Ling Shu's chin to his neck, and then slowly retracted.

"It's a coincidence, you just happened to live in the inn opened by your father."

"You, Hu, say." Ling Shu was choked so hard to breathe, his cheeks were abnormally red, but he still didn't let go, and squeezed out every single word from his throat.

Buyu's eyes became colder, and he continued: "When she saw Madam, she immediately remembered the bowl of red flowers back then, and thought it was a good time to take revenge. So she did not hesitate to drink a bowl of oxytocin, gave birth to you early, and then Colluded with the midwife invited for my wife to exchange us."

"Hu, say." Ling Shu glared at him fiercely, but his voice dropped.

Buyu's eyes changed, and his men tried harder, as if they wanted to strangle him to death here.

"Then, you become me, and I become you!"

In the last sentence, Unshang almost roared out in a low voice, with the anger that had been accumulated for a long time in his voice.

Ling Shu's hair was disheveled, his face was covered with profuse sweat, he was speechless, the light in his eyes faded little by little, and it was dark and silent.

But still stubbornly squeezed out two words from his throat, "I don't believe it."