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

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty?"

Xi Tamarin yelled three times in a row before Yin Lizhou came back to his senses.

He turned his head, looked at the marmoset not far away, and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

"What should I do with the corpse in the dungeon?"

The corpse was naturally referring to Fuli, Yin Lizhou fell silent after hearing the words, and then replied after a while: "Send it back to Queyin Mountain."

After all, it was Fuli's body, and Fuli was kind to him.

"Yes." The marmoset replied immediately.

Seeing that the marmoset was about to retreat, Yin Lizhou hesitated for a moment, but stopped him.

The marmoset stopped immediately, waiting for Yin Lizhou to speak.

But there was no sound for a long time, and just when Xi Xi thought Yin Lizhou was distracted again, he heard his casual voice, "How is he?"

There are only two people in the dungeon, and now one is dead.

So who he is, needless to say.

but……

Xi Tamarin thought about what it looked like in the dungeon now, and considered his own words, "Immortal Qing Wan is still in the dungeon, but he just broke free from the chains, sitting beside Immortal Fu Li guarding his corpse every day, he should be very sad. "

"……Um."

"Are you going to the dungeon?" the tamarin asked tentatively.

When Yin Lizhou heard the words, his eyes were indifferent, and he glanced at him.

Xi Tamarin knew that she was talking too much, so she immediately apologized, "This subordinate is talking too much."

Yin Lizhou waved at him, and the marmoset immediately backed away without stopping.

To see him in the dungeon?

Yin Lizhou smiled wryly, he is probably the last thing Shan Mingxiu wants to see now.

Shan Mingxiu's parents died young, so it can be said that Fu Li single-handedly brought him up, he was both a teacher and a father.

Although Shan Mingxiu didn't ask him a single question from the beginning to the end that day.

But the conversation between him and Yin Qing was so clear, how could he not see the relationship between them clearly.

Even if Yin Lizhou didn't want to admit it, even if he and Yin Qing didn't like their relationship.

But Yin Qing is his father, and this is the past that he will never erase.

So no matter what, his nominal father killed Shan Mingxiu's master and took Fu Li's body.

Whenever I think of Yin Lizhou, I feel a headache.

It's a mess, and I can't make sense of it.

A wind blew up outside the window at some point, making the window tremble slightly.A few strands squeezed in through the gap, making Yin Lizhou feel a bit of coolness.

Yin Lizhou stood up, opened the door and walked out of the hall.

Only then did I realize that, without knowing when, it was late in the world and it was already autumn.

Dark night covers the sky, not a single star is revealed.

The dead leaves covered the ground, sending out the wailing of being smashed to pieces.

Yin Lizhou felt a little cold as the wind passed through his body.

But he didn't want to go back, and he didn't want to stay here.

Obviously, the earth is big tomorrow, and he suddenly felt that he had nowhere to go.

He wanted to walk around casually, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he had actually arrived at the cave that Shan Mingxiu brought him to last time.

Yin Lizhou was stunned for a moment, but still walked in.

This place should be protected by Shan Mingxiu's magic power all the time, so even though it's autumn, the peach blossoms are still scorching, and there is no sign of withering.

The small courtyard still stands there quietly, but the gate is open, as if waiting for the master to return.

Yin Lizhou walked outside the door for a while, then walked in.

Bamboo buildings, peach groves, round tables, stone benches, wind chimes...

Everything is to his liking.

If there weren't so many messy things between him and Shan Mingxiu.

Are they already living here at this time?

The wind chimes under the eaves were the same as when he came last time, making the sound of "jingling, dingling" with the wind.

Yin Lizhou's footsteps echoed the wind chimes, and he walked up step by step.

The inside of the house is still the same simple appearance.

A table, a chair, a bed, and a bookshelf.

The dough man I brought last time is on the bookshelf.

There are empty paintings on the walls.

Yin Lizhou walked to the bed and lay down lazily.

Looking at everything in the house quietly, he suddenly thought of Shan Mingxiu.

He can't be blamed for this, after all, the personal style here is so obvious, it's strange not to think of Shan Mingxiu.

He was a little curious, would Shan Mingxiu come here when he was in a bad mood?

At this time, there was a sound of flapping wings suddenly from the corridor.Yin Lizhou looked out, and it turned out that the mother swallow was returning to the nest with food in its mouth, and the little swallows poked their heads out one by one in a hurry, competing for food.

The food in the mouth was quickly fed, and the mother swallow flew away again.The Xiaoyan in the nest was full of wine and food, and began to chirp and cry, extremely happy.

Yin Lizhou thought it was noisy, so he casually touched a bamboo piece and hit it on the nest.

The little swallows were so frightened that they ran away in panic, and some even flew into the house.

When Yin Lizhou saw it, he felt something was wrong. Just as he thought about driving them out, he saw a little swallow bumping headlong into the bookshelf.

A noodle man just fell from a height and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Yin Lizhou hurriedly got up and drove Yanzi out, then knelt down to look at the noodle man.

This is a child-like mask, with two braids in the sky, wearing only a red apron with the word "Fu" embroidered on it.

The child's face was round and flushed, as if he had just returned from playing, very cute.

It's a pity that just as Yin Lizhou's hand touched it, he saw that the nose split straight from the nose and broke into two halves.

It's a pity, Yin Lizhou thought to himself, I don't know if he can fight again.

Yin Lizhou was about to pick up the upper part, but suddenly froze.

For some reason, he actually felt that the eyes of the person on this side were very similar to his own.

The more you look, the more clear this feeling becomes.

Yin Lizhou's hand stopped like this, and he was stunned for a moment, then he raised his hand and gently covered the lower part of the mask.

Then I found that the eyes were indeed my own.

The sound in the room gradually dissipated, everything became quiet, and he could only hear his own breathing for a while.

After a long time, Yin Lizhou remembered something, stood up abruptly, walked to the bookshelf, picked up the noodles and looked at them one by one.

Sure enough, as he had imagined, every noodle has a part similar to him.

Tall and slender, wearing a green shirt and holding a bamboo fan, the Pianpian scholar, like him, has a scarlet mole behind his ear.

The child wearing a short jacket and holding a fish basket, like him, lacked a little finger.

Dressed in wedding attire, the smiling groom had similar eyebrows and eyes to him.

Each one is not him, yet hides him.

Just like the relationship between Shan Mingxiu and him, he has never been able to be upright.

His fingers lightly caressed the faces one by one. He didn't know when Shan Mingxiu learned this skill.

But for some reason, the scene when he kneaded dough came to mind.

For endless long nights, he sat alone at the table, carefully outlining the facial features of the faces.

At that time, whether Shan Mingxiu was thinking about himself.

That's why I made every part like him.

He remembered what Shan Mingxiu said, and recognized him the first time they met in the back mountain.

So all these years, has he actually been thinking about him?

Then why, there will be Du Xiu again?

Yin Lizhou only felt that everything was like a mist, making him confused.He stepped back in panic, leaning his body against the edge of the table, and managed to stand up straight.

Why in the end?

Yin Lizhou thought desperately, but felt that his brain was in a mess, and he couldn't understand anything for a moment.

A wind blew in, and the paintings on the wall were slightly blown by the wind, which seemed to attract him to look.

Yin Lizhou's eyes fell on the blank painting.

He looked at it for a long time, and his eyes could almost dig out a hole in it.

Then, he walked over.

The slender fingers gently touched the edge of the painting, and after a long time, he took a deep breath, raised his hand and turned the painting over.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Yin Lizhou seemed to be frightened by the people in the painting, and stepped back abruptly.

That painting is of a boy.

The boy's long hair was neatly tied up with a red drawstring.Wearing a black narrow-waisted xuanyi, with a vermilion jade belt tied around the waist, and red-gold cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread on the hem of the clothes, he has a handsome face and a wanton smile.

That was Yin Lizhou at the age of 15.

Still living heartlessly, the biggest worry is that some disciples of Que Yinshan don't like him.

But at that time, he didn't care, he always only cared about Shan Mingxiu, worried about his worries, and liked what he liked.

He still doesn't know his own mind, he only knows that happiness and joy are by his side.

Yin Lizhou looked at the people in the painting quietly, feeling a little envious for a moment.

In fact, speaking of it, the happiest days of his life were only those years in Que Yinshan.

Later, he never showed such a smile again.

but……

Yin Lizhou still remembered that the first time he woke up in this life was in Shan Mingxiu's room.

And this painting was hung upside down just like that.

They were naturally hostile, and Shan Mingxiu even stabbed his sword into his body, so why did he hang his portrait on the wall without telling the world.

why?why?

He was so heartless back then, why did he hide his love here.

Yin Lizhou only felt that something was urging him in his heart. He desperately wanted a reason, so he couldn't help it anymore, stepped forward and tore off the portrait, rolled it up, and walked quickly to the Demon Realm.

Yin Lizhou flicked his sword all the way, and soon reached the dungeon, but when he reached the door, he was too timid to go in.

He lingered at the door for a long time before mustering up the courage to walk in as usual.

Fuli is no longer there.

Only Shan Mingxiu was left in the dungeon.

Shan Mingxiu was not bound this time, but stood by the wall with his back to him, quietly looking at the small world outside the narrow window.

Hearing the movement, Shan Mingxiu turned around, and before he could speak, his eyes fell on the painting in Yin Lizhou's arms.