Big Brother, he's not a lover anymore

"But after waiting for a long time, no one opened the city gate for him.

The young master thought that the mortals in the city did not hear, so he continued to hold the iron ring and knock on the door.

The people in the city still did not respond.

The magic weapon's ability to resist monsters became weaker and weaker, and it was completely useless later on.

The monster followed the smell and came to the city gate again.

They were getting closer and closer to the young master, and some of them opened their bloody mouths wide, revealing their long and sharp teeth, and the stench came to their faces.

The young master was terrified, his complexion became paler, and his fingers knocked on the door more and more vigorously.

At the back, he simply gave up knocking on the door with the iron ring, but stretched out his scarred hands and slammed on the heavy city gate.

The monsters were already in front of him, and they had one of the son's legs in their mouths.

There was a cry in the young master's tone, "Open the door, open the door, please, open the city gate." '

'Let me in. '

'Open the door. '

He slammed on the city gate with all his strength.

There was no movement at the city gate.

The son's leg was dripping with blood from being eaten by the monster, and the bones inside were exposed.

Being torn apart by the monster was painful, the young master let out a miserable scream, his fingernails stuck into the city gate, and even left deep scratches on the city gate.

He was a little desperate, but he was still shouting, 'Open the door. '

Everyone in the city heard the screams, but they were just silent.

The young master and the younger sister adopted by Xianjun cried loudly when they heard this, and begged them to open the door in the city, but no one answered.

They just told her, 'Your brother is Xianjun's companion, he will be fine. '

……

The thick and mottled city gate still has not been opened.

The son's voice became smaller and smaller, and he didn't faint because of his last consciousness.

Then a monster's claw pierced through the son's chest, the son lowered his eyes, his heart seemed to be crushed, and blood was still oozing out.

But the young master can no longer feel the pain in his heart, because other parts of his body are also in pain, the pain of being torn apart.

He couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes were about to close, and his fingers slowly moved down from the door until his hands fell down completely powerlessly.

And where his hand moved on the door, there were bloodstains and broken flesh from his fingertips.

The young master was unwilling to close his eyes, and said he wanted to wait for that person to come back, but he couldn't wait any longer.

A lot of blood flowed from the young master's mouth, he tried his best to take off the jade plaque on his neck, and held it firmly in his hand, so that he would not be so afraid.

The son slowly lost his anger.

As far as the monsters were concerned, they knew that the powerful monk in the city had left a barrier protecting the city, and they couldn't break it no matter what.

The reason why they lingered outside the city was because the big man hunted them down and gave them full fear. Now that the big man left, they wanted those people in the city to feel their fear.

But they didn't expect that there was a person who took the initiative to send them to them, and that person's expression contained a lot of spiritual energy, and for them, it was the most nourishing flesh and blood.

Now that the person is dead, the monsters leave the person. They have no interest in the flesh and blood of the dead person, and they are already full after eating the flesh and blood with aura.

After eating and drinking, they left the city.

There was no movement outside the city, and the people in the city breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the monster leave.

Then they thought of Young Master, they heard his screams very shrill, and they didn't know what to do.

They were too frightened to open the city gates.

The young master will probably understand them.

They opened the city gate and wanted to welcome the young master in.

But in the end, they only saw a torn corpse under the city gate that could no longer see its original appearance.

These people rejoiced in their hearts, even the son was bitten by those monsters like this, how could they beat these monsters.

At the same time, they were worried that Xianjun would be angry when he came back.

He entrusted his son to them and told them to take good care of him, but in the end he died.

The people in the city looked at each other.

Finally, a voice said, "Young Master died for this city. The Immortal Lord is righteous and benevolent, and he will not care about us. Moreover, with the means of the Immortal Lord, maybe the Young Master will come back to life." '

They comforted themselves like this, they wholeheartedly believed that since monks are monks, they should bear the responsibility of the world, and monks must be omnipotent. It should be very simple to save a person, and they didn't think about what to do if they couldn't survive .

The young master's head was never buried, and the mortals in the city were afraid that they would not be able to resurrect after burying the young master, so they just froze the young master with a lot of ice to prevent the corpse from rotting.

After seeing this scene from backtracking time, the monk went crazy.

He hugged the young master's dilapidated corpse in a daze, he didn't understand why a person who was alive and well when he left couldn't even move after he came back.

After he was at a loss, shocking anger appeared in his eyes, and the veins in his hands popped.

The murderer who killed his partner was from this city, the person he had protected for so long.

However, he protected the people of their city, but they did not protect his people.

He was going to find the murderers and kill them.

The monk held his partner's remains and appeared on the city wall, looking at the people in the city.

'I told you to take good care of him, and you treat him like this? '

The monk usually treats the mortals in the city with gentleness and restraint, but now his face is sombre, which frightens the mortals.

They stuttered and explained, "The fairy gave the son a lot of protective weapons, the son has a chance to save his life, we are just mortals, how can we compete with the monsters."What's more, what's more, the young master himself agreed to leave the city. '

'Hahaha, what a joke,' the monk sneered, 'if you hadn't knelt at the door to persecute him, how could Ayu have gone?

Why did you ignore him when he begged you outside the city gate to let him in?

What you think is that there is someone behind Ah Yu to protect him, so when he is not around, you wantonly bully him, just because there is someone behind him. '

'But my Ayu is also a mortal, why do you think your life is more precious than his? '

These mortals are narrow-minded, selfish and vicious.

Those monsters couldn't get in through the barrier set by the monk, which was enough to support him until he came back.

They themselves fear and distrust monks.

In the end, he didn't want to deal with the monsters by himself, so he pushed his Ayu out.

'Since the people from one of your cities killed my Ayu, then the people from one of your cities should go down and accompany him. 'The monk said coldly.

His expression was no longer as gentle as usual, and he completely cooled down.

Then, without waiting for the people in the city to react, the monk gently put down the corpse in his arms, stretched out his right hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

Standing on the city wall, he was blown by the wind, his robe was fierce, his usually mild eyebrows and eyes were stained with ice-cold frost, blood welled up in the bottom of his eyes, like an evil spirit.

Seeing his appearance, the people in the city finally showed a look of horror on their faces.

The next moment, the people on the city wall had arrived beside them, and with a light wave of the long sword in their hands, before the people had time to dodge and scream, there were already corpses lying on the ground.

Thunder flashed in the sky, accompanied by the aura of the sword, as if to announce something.

That day, the monks dressed in cloud satin and brocade slaughtered the entire city with just one sword.

He walked forward in the city with his hands behind his back. Wherever he went, the sound of the sword sounded, and then corpses littered the field.

The blood dyed half of the sky red, and the bloody smell in the city was so strong that it made people vomit.

After one day, except for the monk and a woman in pink, there were no other living people here.

The cloud satin brocade robe worn by the monk could no longer see its original appearance.

It was covered with too much blood, and the long sword in his hand could not see its original whiteness. The body of the sword was covered with a layer of blood stains, and the blood on the tip of the sword was still dripping drop by drop.

Finally, he pointed the long sword at the woman in the pink dress standing opposite.

At this time, the cultivator's spiritual consciousness was a little unclear. He only knew that his most important people were gone, and he wanted to kill all those who killed him.

The woman in the pink dress looked sad and terrified at the monk's current appearance. She watched the long sword approaching her, and when she saw that it was about to pierce her throat, she quickly closed her eyes.

Just when the long sword was about to pierce the woman, the cultivator raised his eyes. When he saw her appearance, the sword fell to the ground, hugged her, and called softly, "Ayu, you are back." '

The woman didn't dare to move, and after a while, she said tremblingly, 'Brother. '

After the monk heard the call, his eyes rolled, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

He pushed away the woman in pink and picked up the sword on the ground again.

Turned around slowly again.

That's right, his Ayu is dead.

No, his Ayu is not dead, he is waiting for him at home.

Since that day, this mortal city has become famous in both the cultivation world and the mortal world.

But because too many people died in this city, no one else came in, and slowly it became a deserted city.

After a long time, almost no one remembered the city.

In the huge city, there were only two people left in the end. "

"Two friends, do you think this is retribution?" Xie Wenzhou stared at them, the gentle smile on his face disappeared at some point, his face was expressionless, and he looked a little strange under the dim candlelight.

"..." Looking at Xie Wenzhou's face, Shen Zaishui felt a little cold behind his back.

Xie Wenzhou was just telling stories at first, but when he said that there were only two living people left in the city, he knew that this might be Xie Wenzhou's own story.

Xie Wenzhou is the monk in the story, the son is his partner, and Ah Nuan is their adopted sister.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, why didn't you answer me? Do you think this is their retribution?" Xie Wenzhou flashed in front of him from the window, approached him, and smiled again, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and even his tone was clear. Catching a cold.

Seeing him like this, Su Xinghe almost got up from his seat, but was pressed down by another slender hand.

"Brother, the tea is ready." There was a low voice at the door, and Ah Nuan was standing at the door with a pot of tea.

"A Nuan, it's really time for you to come in, come in." Xie Wenzhou looked at her sideways, with a gentle smile on his face, and then backed away from sinking in the water.

He flicked the robe on his body, and said to Shen Yushui and the others in a warm voice, "I was slightly rude just now, sorry."

Then he took the teapot from Ah Nuan, and took the teacups to fill them up.

Ah Nuan stood beside them, suddenly swayed, and fell towards them who were submerged in the water.

"Miss Ah Nuan." Seeing this, Shen Zaishui called out, Su Xinghe was beside Ah Nuan, and quickly stretched out his hand, but Ah Nuan had already stood up by himself.

"Ah Nuan, if you are not feeling well today, go back to the house and rest first." Xie Wenzhou poured tea with his head down, without looking back.

"Yes, brother." Ah Nuan responded, nodded to Shen Zaishui and the others, and left.

When she was about to reach the door, Xie Wenzhou said again, "Ah Nuan, it's raining a little bit tonight, so don't get up at night if you have nothing to do. If you catch a cold and Ah Yu comes back, it's time to reprimand me."

Ah Nuan paused, and quickly stepped out of the threshold.

"The tea is ready, fellow daoists, please."

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