Demon Venerable's whitewashing does not only depend on appearance [Rebirth]

What would the teacher do if he respected the picked up memory.

He had never considered it before.

His eyes fell slightly, and seeing the blood dripping all over the ground, Ji Pei knew that he didn't actually bleed that much blood, but that the blood melted with the blood melted by the ice, and he raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Are you going to kill me?"

why.....

To clear the portal?

Xuan Chen's sword did cut off a lot of Ji Pei's original hopes, but Ji Pei was not so weak that he would cry bitterly after being stabbed by the sword, so he lay on his back on the bed with an unruly smile on the corner of his mouth. radians.

"Master, I retrieved this memory for you. Are you repaying your kindness by doing this?"

Xuan Chen didn't say anything.

After Ji Pei woke up, he gripped the sword harder.

Ji Pei looked at the wound that was wounded by the tip of the sword and continuously scattered magic power.

Biting his lip heavily, he endured the pain, grabbed the blade of the sword, stood up, and got closer to Xuan Chen, hoping to see a bit of reluctance and regret in his eyes, but he didn't see anything. See, only awe-inspiring killing intent.

"Do you really want my life?"

If there is no room for negotiation, if there is no nostalgia, do you want me to die?

Xuan Chen's eyes fell on Ji Pei's eyes that were staring at him stubbornly, indifferently like ice, said lightly.

"So far, there is nothing to doubt."

Ji Pei smiled lightly.

There is a faint dark red in the eyes, full of evil.

"I do not believe."

"What's the secret, tell me."

Seeing Ji Pei's appearance, Xuan Chen slightly blinked his eyes.

Withdrawing the sword, the young man just let out a muffled snort when he met a pair of deep eyes.

"You're willing to believe there's something hidden. Just because you never recognized me."

"..."

A hand grabbed the young man's jaw.

"Do you know why I have been so kind to you since I was a child?"

The rebellious demon bit his lips and did not speak, the hand clamping his chin almost made his chin purple, only then did he hear Xuan Chen whispering in his ear.

"Because you look good and have good talent. It's just suitable for raising a furnace."

"..."

The broad figure of the Taoist was wrapped in a white robe, and his head was still as clean as a Taoist statue, but his words were whispered like a demon, so Ji Pei couldn't understand.

It was so frightening that it seemed that someone had cast a spell on it, so it could only freeze.

"I've been in the stage of transforming gods for a long time, so it's not surprising to think of some evil ways."

"Turning the magic pill to transform the demon can still be saved by a fake spiritual root."

"How can a demon be my furnace?"

"You failed my years of cultivation." The cold fingers pinching Ji Pei's jaw slightly raised the young man's jaw. "It also made me bear the infamy of raising a big devil."

"Of course I have to kill you."

Looking at the person in front of him, Ji Pei not only couldn't understand, but also couldn't understand, he clenched his fingers tightly and said stubbornly.

"I do not believe."

The person who didn't even want to hurt him when he lost his memory recovered his memory overnight, but told him that everything started with deception.

Where to put their past? !

The Taoist looked at Ji Pei expressionlessly, stopped holding his fingers, and stroked Ji Pei's cheek lightly with the back of his hand, rubbing it lightly.

"It's hard to cultivate a stove that trusts and loves me so much. I have never enjoyed it...it's a pity."

Ji Pei suddenly sensed something was wrong.

But it was too late.

The cold spiritual power sealed the magic power in his body, the man pulled him up, stripped off his outer clothes, and turned over.

Ji Peiyuan thought that their first time would probably be extremely lingering, and he could make fun of Master's youthfulness as much as he wanted, but in fact the first time, there was only fear, incomprehension, love and hatred.

When it was over, he didn't even know how he got through it.

Blood came out from the hole in the wound, and blood came out from another place, but the master who would feel distressed even if he scratched his skin didn't stop.

Because the soul is damaged, the body is already a bit bad, under the blockade of spiritual power, it can't lift any magic power, so it can only be suppressed by him /cao/.

The always proud and feared Demon Sect Master lay limp on the bed with a hand pinched around his neck, reaching out to pinch his Taoist. His clothes were intact and his white Taoist robe was not stained. He asked him a question lightly.

"Do you still believe it?"

Ji Pei didn't speak, but closed his eyes a little tiredly.

Shouldn't he retrieve Xuan Chen's memory?

so.He will always be just what he remembers.

He closed his bloodshot eyes, hatred flashed past, and then turned into a mockery of himself, and fell asleep obliquely.

See him fall asleep again.

Xuan Chen let go of the fingers pinching the opponent's neck.

All the pain that had been well hidden in his eyes just now surged up. Looking at the mess on the young man's body, he almost wanted to reach out and touch it.

But in the end, he clenched into a fist.

Picking up the sword that had just been dropped casually, he raised it tremblingly.

Just as he was about to stab it, he saw the tear drop from the corner of the young man's eye.

Even if he was facing Ji Pei who no longer believed in him, he still couldn't make a move.

Swiping a talisman with his fingers, he took out the fake spiritual root in the young man's body, and after telling the spiritual root not to interfere with Ji Pei's magic power operation, Xuan Chen left in a daze.

...............

The monk who had been waiting in the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda propped his chin up, opened his eyes after a long time, looked at the unchanging world around him, and asked suspiciously.

"It stands to reason that it's time to retrieve the memory no matter what."

"Why hasn't the world restarted yet?"

"In this life, the sword is in Xuan Chen's hands. It is impossible for Xuan Chen to do something to Pei Er." The person in the dark sighed.

"He should understand better than me that this life is hopeless and we have to start all over again."

When Wuchen was wondering, the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Buddhas was once again broken into by the National People's Congress.

The Taoist with a cold expression, holding a sword, slashed at Wuchen with a sword.

Before Wu Chen could hide, the person who had been hiding in the dark rushed forward and blocked Wu Chen.

Xuan Chen didn't even frown when he saw the person.

"Ji He."

"Sure enough, you are helping him."

Ji He's disheveled long hair looked a little messy, but he could vaguely see the appearance of the former master of the Demon Sect.

"Step aside."

Xuan Chen only uttered two words.

The killing intent in it was stronger than when he wanted to kill Ji Pei before.

"Xuan Chen, you can't kill him. He has a book in his hand... If the book is gone, everything will be impossible to start from scratch."

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