How can a thousand crematoriums be enough?

"Taoist...you." Yu Mao originally wanted to deny it, but since the other party could say it, he might have already confirmed it.

Looking at the blade, Yu Mao raised his head and met Yin Luoan's eyes, "So, is the Daoist going to kill me now?"

Yu Mao's voice was very steady, as if he was just asking about an unimportant matter.

Yin Luo'an remained silent and did not answer, perhaps because he did not know how to answer.

Yu Mao suddenly took a step forward.

Startled, Yin Luoan took a step back subconsciously, and retracted the sword.

"Daozhang, why did you take back the sword again?" Yu Mao laughed, "Are you reluctant to part with me?"

"Let me ask you." Yin Luo'an took a deep breath and unconsciously exerted force on his fingertips, "Did you participate in a siege seven years ago?"

Yu Mao was taken aback

seven years ago?

The forgotten memory gradually became clear with the memory of the owner. Seven years ago, Yu Mao did participate in a siege and killed countless people.

And that siege was initiated by Yu Mao, he almost bloodbathed all the Taoist temples, and the slaughtered corpses of human Taoist priests piled up into mountains.

The other party suddenly asked this, could it be that his relatives were among them?

It shouldn't be, wasn't his relatives killed more than ten years ago?

Yin Luoan watched Yu Mao's expression, his heart sank lower and lower.

Although the other party did not answer, this expression already explained everything, the other party really participated in that massacre.

The sword was raised again, pointing straight at Yu Mao.Although she was still trembling slightly, she didn't intend to let go.

Yu Mao killed his master's wife, and his master also suffered from serious sequelae and became old day by day.

Blood feud... must be reported

Pale fingertips touched the tip of the sword, and the dark red blood immediately overflowed, dripped to the ground, and was absorbed again.

Yin Luo'an's hands trembled again, looking at the young man in front of him, he pursed his lips tightly, his brows were furrowed, but his sword didn't move an inch.

"Master Dao, is that why you still want to kill me?" Yu Mao pressed his fingertips again, and the blood flowed faster.

"Your Highness!" Qing Shuang stepped forward two steps to stop Yu Mao's behavior, but Yu Mao's eyes fixed her in place.

Yu Mao turned around, looked at Yin Luoan, and smiled.

"Yes, I participated in the siege, and I killed many, many people."

Seeing Yin Luoan's eyes flickering, Yu Mao continued slowly, "And, Daoist, I'll tell you a secret."

Under Yin Luoan's evasive gaze, Yu Mao grinned and said with a smile, "I ordered the siege to start."

"I just want to kill those Taoist priests, they deserve to die, they don't deserve to live! Not only do they have to die, but they also have to die!"

"You!" Yin Luoan's eyes were reddened by the cruel words, and the blade moved forward again, leaving a deep bone wound on Yu Mao's fingertip in an instant.

Looking at the smiling, innocent young man in front of him, Yin Luoan's heart grew colder and colder.

Are so many lives worthless in his eyes?

His mistress, his fellow disciple, his master...

Thinking of the hellish scene he found in that cave before, Yin Luo'an finally realized that the young man in front of him had a delicate and kind face, but he was actually extremely cruel and vicious.

So the relationship during this period of time was just the other party's whim?

Yu Mao felt the sharp pain in his fingertips, but he never took his eyes off Yin Luoan.

He wanted to bet on whether the other party would make a move.

Grabbing the blade slowly, he pointed the tip of the sword at his demon core.The palm of the hand was cut so that blood flowed continuously along the body of the sword to the hilt.

A clear voice sounded, "Master Daoist, do you want to do it?"

The hand holding the hilt trembled violently, almost unable to hold the sword.Yin Luoan's eyes turned red, "You killed so many people, you really don't regret it at all..."

Yu Mao seemed to have heard something funny, "Regret? I just killed some damn people, what's there to regret, those people deserved to be bad...!"

'laugh! '

The blade sank deep into the belly, smashing the newly repaired demon core, and even Yu Mao's expectation.

Ah......

Sure enough, a Taoist priest will always be a Taoist priest.

Blood surged in his throat one after another, and Yu Mao staggered, almost unable to stand.

The sword was pulled out, drops of sticky blood dripped down, and fell to pieces on the ground.

Looking up at the person in front of him, he was still dressed in white and holding a sword as he had seen him for the first time.

However, the expression on his face was replaced by disappointment and alienation.

"A monster will always be a monster, and will never know how to respect life."

Respect Life?

When Yu Mao heard this, he laughed out loud, not even caring about the wound that was still bleeding crazily.

"Yin Luo'an, I thought you were different from other Taoist priests, you could treat humans and demons equally."

Yu Mao coughed up a big mouthful of blood, wiped his hand hard, and stared at the other party, "Now it seems that you are just as ridiculous!"

"From the standpoint of a human being, accuse me of murder, you are so great!" Demon lines appeared on Yu Mao's face, which was a sign that he was about to lose control.

"Then I stand on the standpoint of the demon clan, none of you Taoist priests are innocent! You are all covered in blood!"

"Humans can kill demons to obtain pills, but demons cannot kill people. Where does this come from?"

"What do you say about the cruelty and viciousness of the demon? This is just a high-sounding reason for your greed!"

A drop of tear fell from the red eye socket, and Yu Mao wiped it away heavily, with a distorted smile on his face, "Yin Luo'an, let me tell you, success depends on strength."

"I am strong, and the monster race is strong, you humans deserve to be killed, who made you useless."

"Yu Mao!" Yin Luo'an was furious, "You are hopeless! I shouldn't have saved such a crazy monster like you!"

Yu Mao has never seen the person in front of him get angry, but now he realizes that the usually gentle person is even more decisive when angry.

Laughing at himself, not only laughing at himself swearing like a child here, but also laughing at himself actually believing what the Taoist priest said to take care of himself.

Yu Mao understood Duan Yiwen's scheme and fell for it.

The queen mother is right, the people at the top do not need the care of others, as long as the people below are submissive.

As long as he is strong, the world is his.False expectations will only be his weakness, just like now.

If it wasn't for his soft heart, how could he be hurt.

With a movement of his fingertips, the silver thread wrapped around the blade.

Yu Mao took a few steps forward and got close to Yin Luoan.

Pale lips pressed against the other's lips, which were rosier than usual due to anger, and the tip of the tongue gently traced the beautiful outline, and then penetrated into the teeth.

Yin Luo'an was shocked, struggling to push Yu Mao away.

Only then did he realize that at some point, he had already been blocked by dense silver threads.

How can it be?

It was obvious that the opponent's demon core had been shattered, and it was his own sword that pierced through it.

The soft tip of his tongue protruded into his mouth with a strong smell of blood, and Yin Luo'an could hardly breathe.

What is Yumao going to do? !

This lingering and weird kiss lasted for a long time, Yu Mao slowly let go of his hand.

Cold fingertips brushed over Yin Luo'an's handsome and clear face, and touched the blood-stained lips lightly.

"This seat forgives your offense, who told you, this seat likes you."

The silver pupils shone with an inorganic light, and although they spoke love words, there was no emotion at all.

This human being only needs to surrender to him.

Yin Luoan was brought back to the Demon Emperor's Palace by Yu Mao, and placed in Yu Mao's room.

"Your Highness, that human dared to hurt you, why did you bring him back?" Lai Fan was very puzzled.

Yu Mao leaned halfway on the recliner, and waved the doctor who came to change the medicine to step back.

"He is my trophy, so naturally he should be treated well." Yu Mao lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Is everything over?"

"Yes, all the traitors are under control behind the scenes." Lai Fan said respectfully.

Three days had passed since Yu Mao returned to the Demon Emperor's Palace. There were a lot of rebels, and Lai Fan hadn't finished dealing with them until today.

"I'm going to retreat from today, don't disturb me no matter what." Getting up from the recliner, Yu Mao looked at Qingshuang, "I'll leave the matter during the retreat to you."

Qing Shuang nodded, "Yes."

Yu Mao walked alone in the corridor, passed by his main hall, opened the door and walked in.

Inside, Yin Luoan was reading a book, quietly.

Seeing Yu Mao coming, Yin Luoan was at a loss.

Yu Mao hadn't been here since he was brought here, why did he suddenly come now?

"You..." Yin Luoan's words were interrupted by Yu Mao's movements.

Yu Mao stretched out one hand, with the palm facing up, on which was a bead with dense cracks.

This is Yu Mao's demon pill.

Yin Luo'an was stunned, he knew very well what the Yao Dan meant to the Yao.

If it is only broken, it can be raised back, and if it is not bad, it can still be alive.But if it is separated from the body, it will not be long.

His complexion turned pale in an instant, and he clasped Yu Mao's shoulders. Yin Luoan's pretended calm shattered in an instant, "Do you know what you're doing! Don't you want to live?!"

As soon as he thought that the person in front of him would die, Yin Luo'an felt his whole body turn cold, and it was even difficult for him to breathe.

The heart was beating wildly, and the hand holding Yu Mao became more and more forceful, "Hurry up and find a doctor, there is still a way, you go!"

Yu Mao looked at the almost terrified person in front of him. He didn't feel anything in his heart, but he still smiled.

Breaking off the hand clasped on his shoulder, and then flattening the opponent's hand, the nearly broken demon pill was put on it.

"Daozhang, this demon pill is useless." Yu Mao smiled with eyebrows twisted, "It has been broken too many times, and it can't be repaired."

"But." Yu Mao jumped into the opponent's arms, tiptoed and gently planted a warm kiss on Yin Luo'an's face, "The Taoist priest cares about me, I am very happy."

"After all, the Taoist priest still wanted me to die a few days ago, and now he is worried about me."

Yin Luo'an looked at the young man in front of him, he still had the same appearance, same voice and smile, but he felt so strange.

People are in the arms, but the heart is nowhere to be found.

The lips moved, and it took a long time to utter a few words, "Why did you bring me back?"

Why not kill him?

This question seemed to carry some expectation, and he wanted the person in front of him to give him a reassuring answer.

"Because I like the Taoist priest." Yu Mao looked at Yin Luoan with a smile, "The Taoist priest is so handsome and treats me so well. I really like the Taoist priest."

Yu Mao's cold fingers ran across the front of the shirt, pulled it apart a little, and pressed it directly against the warm chest.

'Plop, plop. '

It's the sound of a beating heart.

Pulling Yin Luoan's other free hand, Yu Mao put that hand on his chest.

He whispered, "Daoist, have you touched my heartbeat?"

"It's fast, it won't jump anymore."

Yin Luoan's heart thumped, and he thought of Yu Mao's separated demon pill.

No, he didn't want Yu Mao to die.

Not at all!

Holding him in his arms, Yin Luoan's voice became a little hoarse, "You won't die, right?"

"噗嗤" came a chuckle.

Yu Mao turned his head sideways and whispered in Yin Luoan's ear, "What are you thinking, Daoist Chief? How can I die? It's just a useless demon pill."

"After all." Yu Mao hugged Yin Luoan back and murmured like a lover, "I'm not like those useless humans who died instantly, without even a whole body."

Feeling the Taoist's stiffness, Yu Mao laughed and pushed Yin Luoan away, "I still have something to do, so you can read the books by yourself, there are quite a lot of books here."

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The author has something to say:

Yu Mao: La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in strategy.

Yin Luoan: Weak, helpless, heartbroken.