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

In the end, Seventeen did not wait for Eighteen, but only waited for the blood-covered child, the new Demon Lord of the Demon Race.

The child he had taken care of since he was a child didn't even have time to change the clothes stained with blood, so he came to him, and after dozens of days and nights, he took out a trace of his living soul from Yu Shu, stored it in his body, and brought him with him. out.

Unexpectedly, when they went back, Shiba was still breathing, as if he was waiting for them.

Seventeen broke free from the boy's body and turned into a illusory shadow, standing in front of Eighteen.

Looking at Shiba on the bed, he was really surprised.

How long have they not seen each other? Shiba has become so old.

I saw his long withered and white hair messily spread all over the bed, and the flesh on his face was hanging loosely, forming long and thin wrinkles.

As if feeling something, Shiba slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at him.

The originally bright and cold black eyes were already cloudy, but when they saw him, they still lit up for a moment.

"Master...brother."

Eighteen struggled and shouted.

Shi Qi was stunned for a moment by this slightly warm senior brother before he came back to his senses. He no longer remembered when Shi Ba called him in such a tone.

In my memory, Shiba always called him by his name coldly.

"Seventeen, stay away from me."

"Seventeen, don't follow me!"

"Seventeen, are you cheap!"

"..."

For a while, I was really uncomfortable.

Shiba's consciousness was not very clear anymore, and he didn't care whether he answered or not, and continued: "Your appearance hasn't changed a bit!"

Seventeen replied flatly, "Thanks to you."

Eighteenth heard the words, and gave a wry smile, "Brother, do you hate me?"

Seventeen said nothing.

Eighteen knew the answer a long time ago, but the scorching pain still gushed out suddenly, making him cough. After so many years, he still couldn't figure out what the pain was, why when he thought of his senior brother every time , will appear.

He obviously likes the master.

His mother was murdered all his life by that philandering person of Meng Lang, so the person he loves must be as gentle as jade, upright and elegant.

It should be like the master.

But why?why...

He thought about it all his life, but he still didn't want to understand it.

But now, after all, it was too late.

"Brother." Eighteen was out of breath, but still insisted on continuing, "You...Of course you hate me...How could you not hate...It's me, I'm sorry for you..."

Shi Qi took advantage of the situation and sat beside his bed, dangling his feet, "It's good that you know."

The violent coughing stopped slowly, Shiba stared at him intently, his old and withered fingers moved little by little to Shiqi's fingertips resting on the edge of the bed.

His eyes moved little by little with his fingers, and his blood-stained lips muttered something.

Shi Qi took a lot of effort to hear clearly.

What he said was, "I tried to save you."

Before Shi Qi could figure out how to answer him, he saw that the hand that kept approaching him suddenly stopped an inch away from his fingertips.

Shi Qi seemed to sense something and looked at him.

Sure enough, those old and chaotic pupils had already closed.

Eighteen is gone.

Shi Qi looked at the hand on the side of the bed that was close to him, and didn't feel very sad, but just felt that there seemed to be an empty space in his heart.

Empty and exposed to the wind.

His fingers moved forward mechanically.

Finally, the two hands touched each other.

It's just that Shiba's hand has long since lost the heat in memory, only a piece of coldness remains.

Layers of sadness filled his heart, Shi Qi stood up somewhat unbearably, and found that his figure was a little lighter than before.

Only then did I realize that I am just a soul stealing the day, and I can only live by living on the body of a child.

But the child had just left this place to him and Shiba, and had already gone out alone.

Shi Qi turned around to look for him, and soon found him outside Yin Qing's hall.

However, the child at this time is completely different from just now.

The whole body was almost soaked in the bloody water, and the bloody smell on his body was so thick that it was frightening.

However, opposite it was a face as pale as paper and a pair of dark eyes that could not see the bottom, "Child, no, A'Du, what's wrong with you?" Seventeen said, trying to step forward to hug him into the bed. arms.

However, he has no physical body now, and he can't touch Yin Lizhou at all, so he can only be anxious.

"A'Du, what happened? Tell Master." Seeing his appearance, Shi Qi became even more anxious.

I don't know how long he whispered in his ear before Yin Lizhou finally had some reaction.

He raised his finger and pressed lightly on the clothes, and it was immediately stained with blood.

Yin Lizhou handed his bloody finger to Shiqi.

His voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

"Master."

"Oh." Shi Qi responded immediately, although he couldn't touch it, he still tried his best to pretend to hold it.

"These blood." Yin Lizhou said, closing his eyes, no sadness or joy could be seen on his face.

"It belongs to my father."

Shi Qi was startled, and Xu let go of his hand.

The Mozun's succession ceremony was very grand.

But Shi Qi did not participate.

When Yin Lizhou was crowned, he was standing in front of a person-high crystal mirror.

What is reflected on the mirror is no longer a virtual shadow, but a new body.

Slim and straight shoulders, handsome eyebrows, sharp edges and corners, high nose bridge, thin lips.

Anyone who is familiar with it will definitely recognize it at a glance. This is the body of the previous Demon Lord.

Looking at the familiar figure in the mirror, Shi Qi couldn't help but raised his hand to touch it, but only felt cold.

He felt that he was really abnormal. He clearly had a chance to regain his life, but he wanted Shiba's face.

Alas, it is inconvenient to do anything these days.

But having said that, there was really nothing he had to do.

Having stayed in Mingyuan for more than a hundred years, he has long been out of tune with this world, and he is redundant everywhere.

So every day, facing the face of the previous Demon Lord, he hid in Yin Lizhou's palace and ate and waited to die.

He thought that the rest of his life would be like this.

But who knows, a catastrophe chopped Yin Lizhou half to death, and then he was nowhere to be seen again.

How could Shiqi ignore his apprentice, put on a mask and went out of the mountain, looking around, and finally found him on Queyin Mountain.

However, before he could take him away, Yin Lizhou was slapped down by Shan Mingxiu on Mingshan, leaving no bones left.

Shi Qi didn't believe that such a powerful little apprentice died like this, and searched for his soul day and night.

But the space between the sky and the earth was empty, and there was nothing.

The underworld opened again, which also meant the death of the current Demon Lord.

His little apprentice is really dead.

Shi Qi shrank in the huge palace, feeling more and more desolate day after day.

The world of mortals is so long, how lonely it would be to leave him alone.

Thinking of this, Shi Qi put the red ghost mask on his face and stepped into the abyss again.

When he becomes a demon king, he can learn all the treasures of the demon world.

There is always a way.

He can only think so.

Otherwise, how can I survive this long and endless loneliness.