Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

"Master?"

Nan Heng sat up abruptly.

"When was the seal released?" Xiao Tingxun's voice was calm.

Nan Heng: ...

He raised his hand to touch his forehead, and sure enough, the pair of black horns had grown out.

"Last night?" Xiao Tingxun asked again.

"..."

"You used a memory-erasing spell on me, thinking I didn't know?"

"Nan Heng, if you just want to trick me into breaking the seal for you, you don't need to do it yesterday."

The candlelight flickered on the wooden cabinet behind him, against the light, Nan Heng could only see a cold outline.

The purpose of the dog system is not in that video at all, but to make him fluctuate violently and inspire him to reveal the true appearance of the demons.

"Master, I was wrong to lie to you to break the seal." Nan Heng's voice was cold, but trembling lightly, "But what I said yesterday was true, and none of it was a lie to you. I... ..."

"Sound Dream, you tuned it very well."

Xiao Tingxun suddenly said: "But you don't know, this elixir was originally formulated by Yin Jiu specially for me."

"After Murong Qing's death, I couldn't fall asleep all night long. I drank this medicine for three full years, until later this medicine had no effect on me."

Nan Heng clenched his hands tightly, his eyes fixed on Xiao Tingxun's face.

Now every word Xiao Tingxun utters is stabbing him in the heart.

"You don't have to be so guarded against me." Xiao Tingxun said, "I won't interfere with your revenge, but I also have things I want to do."

"Murong Qing has lived laughing and joking for half of his life, and there is only one long-cherished wish, and I will fulfill it for him no matter what."

"I will figure out what happened to the Lingshoushi incident back then, and give back to the demons. If the human world and the demons can reconcile from now on, then he will be able to rest in peace."

After Xiao Tingxun finished speaking, he raised his hand, and the broken wooden door of the hut was instantly opened: "You go, we have nothing to do with each other from now on."

Nan Heng didn't move, he looked at Xiao Tingxun with burning eyes: "Master, are you going to drive me away?"

Xiao Tingxun didn't answer, but still stared at Nan Heng coldly.

Two people are deadlocked.

After a while, Nan Heng smiled suddenly: "Okay, very good."

"I will go, but before I go, I also have a few words that I would like to ask Master."

"..."

"When did Master start to know that I am not the original Nan Heng?"

"Now that you know, why do you still treat me so well as if nothing happened?"

"Every time you look at me, smile at me, and treat me well, do you treat me sincerely, or are you looking at that other person through me?"

"..."

"Yes, I lied to you about the seal and the dream." Nan Heng raised the corners of his lips, "But what about you, did you really not hide anything from me?"

The candlelight on the wooden cabinet flickered, reflecting Xiao Tingxun's thin figure, followed by a faint sigh.

"It's just an expedient measure to hide from you. If the time is right, I want to wait for you to make it clear."

He said softly, "Just like you, what I told you last night was also sincere."

After finishing speaking, before Nan Heng could answer anything, Xiao Tingxun got up abruptly and walked out of the house.

Nan Heng's eyes changed instantly, and he stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, dragging him back to the bed.

"What are you doing!" Xiao Tingxun scolded in a low voice.

"I haven't finished my sentence yet, where is Master going?"

Nan Heng grabbed his wrist and pressed him against the wall behind him, leaning close to his ear: "Don't you want to wait for me to make it clear? I'll tell you now."

"..."

"Whether you believe it or not, I am not from this world. And my mission here is to help your former little apprentice succeed in revenge."

"Whether he will come back after this, I don't know. But since you dare to say the word 'sincerity' to me, there is no chance to regret it."

Xiao Tingxun stared at Nan Heng's cold eyebrows with some surprise, those eyes were deep, as if they wanted to penetrate him and see into his heart.

He still hadn't understood what Nan Heng meant, and under a black shadow in front of him, Nan Heng had already leaned over and kissed her.

As soon as the robe was loosened and the belt was torn off, Nan Heng attacked fiercely, which was different from the gentle and considerate two times before.

He bit the corner of his lips tightly, so that he could barely hold back the low moan that was about to overflow from his mouth.

Nan Heng squinted his eyes halfway, and exhaled a hot breath: "Master, does it hurt?"

Naturally there would be no answer, Xiao Tingxun closed his eyes, his eyelashes drooping, and did not look at him.

The person on the body smiled and said, "Do you still remember what you told me? Only pain will last your memory."

"I hope you can keep in mind what I said to you today. I don't care if you liked him before, from the moment you said the word 'sincerity' to me, it doesn't matter to me. No matter what happens next, I only accept what you said to me last night and today."

The bed curtains swayed, and the silhouettes formed a pair.

……

On the eve of the Fairy Gate Conference, a shocking news spread overnight in the world of cultivating immortals.

The wife of the Great Immortal Zun Zhou Gan was robbed at night, and the room was full of evil spirits, leaving only a letter on the table: I have admired my wife for a long time, and today I specially invite her to Heilin Mountain to talk about it.

The inscribed name is clearly Nan Heng's name.

The demons really made a comeback, and many remnants of the demons gathered on the Black Lin Mountain, and the thick and strong barrier enveloped the entire Black Lin Mountain, which was unbreakable.

Once this news was spread by Zhou Ganzhi, it spread like a plague in the world of cultivating immortals, and even many ordinary people knew a thing or two.

When Xiao Tingxun woke up in the hut in Luoyun Mountain, it was already dusk on the second day.

The goose-yellow bed curtains were hanging down, and the hut was still filled with the decadent atmosphere of last night.

He wanted to get up, but his whole body was sore and limp, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

After a while, I slowly got up.

But he soon realized something was wrong, the hut was full of demon energy, and he wanted to push the door out, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The spiritual power in the body cannot be operated due to the suppression of the magic energy, nor can it be called out.

He was imprisoned here by Nan Heng.

The candlestick on the wooden cabinet had been burned out, only a puddle of white candle tears remained, and Xiao Tingxun's hand, which was supported on the side of the cabinet, had distinct knuckles and was bluish white.

There was a majestic wind blowing by his ear, a butterfly folded like a dragonfly flapped its wings, stopped in front of him, and then slowly made Nan Heng's voice.

"Master, take a good rest, and leave the matter of the Immortal Gate Conference to me. I will help you fulfill your little apprentice's enmity and your master's last wish. Believe me, the ending this time must be good."

Xiao Tingxun frowned coldly, raised his hand to grab the ugly butterfly, pinched it with his fingertips, and crushed it vigorously.

He naturally believed in Nan Heng who had regained his identity as the Demon Lord, but he was the only one who could break through the spirit guard array that Zhou Gan was about to open at the Fairy Gate meeting.

……

The realm of the demon clan, Heilin Mountain.

The once glorious palace has become a piece of scorched earth, but it is full of demon energy, which can provide inexhaustible power to those who have the blood of the demon race.

Nan Heng mobilized the power of the demons to rebuild the scorched earth with spells. In just a moment, the old palace stood on the ruins again.

He glanced back at the hundreds of surviving demons following behind him: "Come in."

Those people saluted him in unison, and then followed behind him silently into the hall.

The Imperial Demon Palace was still the same as it used to be. Nan Heng stepped up the towering steps, sat with his legs crossed on the glazed jade seat carved with four fierce beasts, and glanced at the dark crowd in the palace.

The leading youth in civilian clothes looked stern, pushing a wooden wheelchair in his hand, and sitting in that wheelchair was Zhou Gan's wife, Su Ruo.

Nan Heng's eyes stopped on Su Ruo's expressionless face, and he frowned: "Among you, are there any practitioners?"

There was no sound below, and after a long time, a white-haired old man stood up tremblingly: "This old slave once treated the Lord's father before."

"Well, then it's you." Nan Heng said, "Mrs. Zhou's soul is damaged, I've already picked living flowers and ghost-cut grass from the stream of Heilin Mountain, the medicinal materials are ready, and the work of treatment will be handed over to you. "

The old man hurriedly saluted: "I would like to obey the order of the Lord."

Nan Heng rubbed his forehead, waved lightly: "It's all gone."

Everyone left one after another, and the Palace of Yumo was empty after a while.

Nan Heng rested for a while and slowly opened his eyes, but the young man was still standing in the center of the hall.

"Do you have anything else?"

The young man raised his head and looked at him: "Outside Heilin Mountain, people from various immortal sects have already surrounded us. Your lord doesn't want to deal with it. What are you doing to save Zhou Gan's wife?"

"Zhou Qian is bewitching people's hearts, and there are already a lot of responses behind him, but we are alone and weak, so we must start from the root if we want to deal with him."

He rested his forehead with one hand and looked at the young man: "And Mrs. Zhou is the key."

"Did you do everything I asked you to do?" He asked again.

The young man nodded: "It's all arranged."

"Well," Nan Heng waved his hand, "Then you should go down and have a rest."

The young man turned around to leave, but Nan Heng stopped him again: "What's your name?"

"Chu Han." The young man said.

"Hide your identity and get close to Zhou Gan, thank you for your hard work."

The young man bowed his head, saluted respectfully, and left the hall.

Looking at his back, Nan Heng turned the bag he was playing with in a circle, and smiled.

Chu Han, when he and Xiao Tingxun were fighting Zhou Gan in Guchen Pavilion, he shouted to kill their young disciple of Guchen Pavilion.

He went to rob Suruo last night, but he didn't want to meet Chu Han to take refuge in him. After verifying Chu Han's identity as a demon, he brought him back together.

Nan Heng recalled the news about Zhou Gan reported to him by his subordinates. It is said that after Su Ruo was robbed, Zhou Gan was furious, and the old fox who was always at ease almost lost control. A monk from the world of cultivating immortals came to block them outside the Black Lin Mountain.

The old guy is in a hurry, it seems that his guess is right, Su Ruo really knows the inside story.

His eyes fell on the ugly green bamboo in the bag, and his eyes became cold again.

He really did go too far last night, but Xiao Tingxun should wake up by this time, I don't know if he will lose his temper.