His old enemy deceives the world

The experience in the human world is a long story, Chu Yu purposely omitted the last part about the illusion and the soul gun, and only focused on the entanglement between Zhulong and his lover, and he was sobbing without trace, and said with lingering fear : "Fortunately, Sheng'er loves me enough, if not..."

His fingertips unconsciously slid across the wall of the white porcelain cup: "Actually, to tell you the truth, in the early years... Cheng'er also begged me to give him a relief, because he didn't want to be like this half-human again." Live without a ghost."

"During that time, almost as long as he was conscious, he would beg me like this, even screaming and insulting me...but then he would cry and apologize to me, telling me that he didn't mean it. "

There are no touching details, but Chu Yu can still taste the bitter taste full of darkness, fragmentation, and endless torture from the plain words.

——In the face of the remnants of the lover, there is nothing to do, and you can only let the time grind the past friendship into two grievances. This kind of experience is the most tormenting.

"I was really scared at that time. I was afraid that I would not be able to keep Sheng'er, and even want him to leave me with hatred." Wuji tightened his hand holding the cup, and said, "You know what? Yu, it was almost... If you didn't give me the feather clothes that day, I would really be doomed."

Chu Yu's eyebrows moved slightly: "What did you want to do at that time?"

"Continue to expose the Demon Lord's inverse scales because of the whereabouts of the Life Soul Well? Or finally couldn't bear it and chose to give Sheng'er a relief...? I don't know." Wuji smiled bitterly: "Anyway, none of the thoughts are rational. "

Hearing what he meant, Chu Yu said, "Don't you want to look for the Soul Well again?"

"How dare I have the lesson of Candle Dragon?... In the past, I was desperate, but now I wake up and think about it. The legend of the Soul Well really does not stand up to scrutiny. It is just that no wisher survived to speak to us. This is very strange." Wuji sighed: "What's more, don't you tell me this to persuade me to calm down? Of course, brother also accepts your kindness... I have figured it out these days, life is not as good as it should be. Things happen all the time, eight|nine, what are you asking for so much? I'm already content to stay with Sheng'er for hundreds of years, at worst, when he goes, I will follow, and I will be a couple in the underworld."

"It's good if you can see it." Chu Yu said with a smile: "After all, I am really afraid that you will not enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of you, but go to find the illusory well of life soul, and in the end you will waste ten of my time for nothing. Two tail feathers."

"How can I be so stupid? The catastrophe in the demon world will come every five to six thousand years, and nearly 6000% of the big monsters will die every time, and now it has been 6000 years since the last catastrophe. Natural disasters suddenly came and screened me out, why should I be busy at this time? Of course, I want to have fun at home with my wife."

"Carpe diem...?"

Chu Yu murmured, should he put aside his external possessions and ask himself - what exactly does he want?

I didn't pay attention to his hesitation, and Wuji was still talking endlessly: "Speaking of which, my daughter-in-law and I have done everything we need to do over the years, and we are short of having a child to inherit my huge Qian Yuanhai!" .”

"...Is your wife a man?" Chu Yu came back to his senses, looked at Wuji suspiciously and said, "Or is there something special about your Bi An clan—"

"Of course not!" Wuji immediately interrupted him excitedly.

"Then how do you want to give birth?" Chu Yu asked, his thoughts drifting a little, he thought to himself, if he really married Chongcang in the future, then there should be no need to worry about the child, after all, the sycamore tree is divided into two roots. All of them can live, but most of the small sycamore trees that grow like this are hard to enlighten.

Sigh... It seems that we still have to use tree seeds for cultivation to be considered as inheriting Chongcang's blood, but this ten thousand year old tree has borne that one seed for so many years - and he lost it by himself. It seems that the child's matter It's over.

Chu Yu sighed regretfully, thinking that if he and Chongcang were robbed and died in the future, there would be no one to worship during the festivals, and the position of the demon master would be cheaper for outsiders if no one would inherit it in the end. It's really bald.

Reluctantly pulling his thoughts back to reality, Chu Yu listened to Wuji and said confidently: "How do I know? This is all up to my wife. After all, what they mortals are best at is to reproduce offspring. Do mortals grow one crop after another, unlike us Bi An, alas, I have been passed down as a single seedling in eight hundred lifetimes."

"..." Chu Yu suddenly felt that he couldn't communicate with such a mentally handicapped man, and was speechless when the bead curtain was suddenly lifted, and a handsome young man with a dish came out from behind, who looked like Wuji's wife, but He seemed to have heard the conversation between the two outside, and when he came in, he gave Wuji a look. After watching the latter shut up, he put down the tray with a smile, and served Chu Yu courteously:

"Jiu Sheng is today thanks to the feather coat gifted by the crown prince, but as a mere mortal, I can't repay anything, so I can only invite the crown prince to taste my craft."

Chu Yu smiled: "You don't need to call me Prince, since Wuji and I are called brothers, you can just follow him and call me Chu Yu."

Jiucheng pursed his lips and smiled shyly when he heard this.

"At this time you recognize me as your brother again." Wuji curled his lips, turned his head and said to his daughter-in-law brazenly: "It's okay, call you whatever he wants, I'm older than him, I didn't let him Calling you sister-in-law will take advantage of him."

Jiu Sheng continued to smile and looked at him: "Shut up."

Wuji: "..."

A certain demon king immediately wilted like frost beating an eggplant, and it was not until Jiusheng and Chu Yu exchanged a few words and left that he regained his vitality, and said to Chu Yu with a vicissitudes of life: "You know, usually we are not Like this, today is because I have you as a guest, so I gave him face."

Chu Yu smiled without saying a word, raised his cup and said, "I know, I understand everything."

After finishing speaking, he calmly put down the cup and picked up the chopsticks to pick up vegetables.

"It's true." Wuji couldn't help adding.

"Yes yes yes!" Chu Yu nodded perfunctorily and put the drunken shrimp into his mouth, but his expression suddenly changed as soon as the shrimp meat touched the taste buds.

"What's the matter?" Seeing this, Wuji finally stopped worrying about his face, and asked doubtfully, "Could it be that Sheng'er's food doesn't suit your taste?"

Chu Yu waved his hands and couldn't speak. It took a long time to force the drunken shrimp into his throat, and said hoarsely: "Let me ask you... have you ever tasted the dishes cooked by your wife all these years?" ?”

"I've tasted it, isn't it delicious?" Wuji said, he took a mouthful calmly, put it in his mouth and chewed twice: "Isn't this very good?"

"..." Chu Yu looked at him with pity: "Did love make you lose your sense of taste?"

The emotion in the tone of this sentence is deep, and the hidden meaning is enough to move all the listeners.

So Wuji couldn't hold back any longer, and lay down on the table and whispered to Chu Yu, "Brother, please, please don't say it out loud. My wife is listening outside. Whether I can live in peace in the future depends entirely on you." Once it happened... Oh, by the way, the secret is to chew it twice on the teeth, don't touch the tongue, and don't swallow it, or the consequences will be disastrous!"

"You didn't say it earlier!" Chu Yu was in pain: "I've already swallowed it..."

"What?" Wuji was shocked: "How do you feel now? Are you dizzy? Do you want to throw up? Do you want to eat some sour medicine?"

The more you say this, the more it tastes wrong, Chu Yu scolded: "You fucking save these words and ask your wife!"

After finishing speaking, he felt as if there was a round thing stuck in his throat, and he retched suddenly in discomfort, and spit it out.

Picking up the handkerchief on the table and wiping off the saliva from the corners of his mouth, Chu Yu was holding the corner of the table and still hadn't recovered a bit, so he heard Wuji say over there: "This is not the plate of shrimp you ate just now, this is ...How does this look like a tree seed?"

species! ?

Chu Yu immediately raised his head, and saw a green lantern-like object lying quietly on the ground, wasn't it the sycamore tree that Chong Cang gave him that day?

"It...how did it get into my belly?" Chu Yu was dumbfounded.

Wuji didn't understand the meaning behind his surprise, and when he simply questioned such a thing, he showed off his experience and said: "This should be the seed of the kind of tree knot with high spiritual power. You can't pick it randomly, because it will automatically find the most suitable soil to drill into it as soon as it leaves the body, even if the soil is flesh and blood, it will also drill, so if you encounter that kind of tree with malicious intentions to shade you, you may It becomes fertilizer... But your spiritual power seems to be quite gentle, and you probably don't want your flesh and blood to nourish yourself, otherwise you would have felt wrong long ago."

"..." Wen Yan was silent for a while, Chu Yu stared at the tree species, gritted his teeth and said: "...Yes, then I am very grateful to it."

"Actually, it's nothing. With your cultivation, you won't be killed by a tree species. At most, a tree bud will grow out in a few months?" Wuji thought it was funny like a silly roe deer. Confused: "By the way, haven't you been staying in Qiongtu Mountain recently? How did you come across a tree? Isn't there only one tree on Qiongtu Mountain—ah! What the hell—!"

He finally came to his senses, pointing to the tree species on the ground and then to Chu Yu, speaking incoherently: "You, you, you...you and the Wannian phoenix tree...it it it..."

"Excuse me." Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Chu Yu quickly wrapped the tree seed with a silk handkerchief, opened the bead curtain and walked out.

Wuji was belatedly thinking about running out, chasing after him and shouting, "Hey... where are you going?"

"Look for someone to settle the score!" Chu Yu said angrily.

Flying away from Qianyuan Sea aggressively, Chu Yu was full of anger: He really misjudged the old demon!

.........

.........

On the top of Qiongtu Mountain, in the Mingyang Palace.

Chong Cang's figure suddenly appeared on the long corridor like ink stains, he lowered his eyes, a spot of light hit his side face, he was pale and colorless as if completely exhausted.

Covering his mouth, he couldn't help coughing twice, even his own expression was a little surprised - how...how could he be so weak?

Slowly closing his eyes, Mingming could still feel the connection between himself and the body Wutong, could it be that he was just being overwhelmed?

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, he stretched out his palm and pressed it in the void, and the dark blue embossed door gradually appeared. Stepping in, the originally dark bedroom suddenly brightened, but Chong Cang's footsteps stopped.

On the arched bridge across the Jiuxi River, there was a figure with his back facing him, and as if he had sensed the gaze cast on him, he turned around slowly and smiled at the same skin.

At that moment, Chong Cang was cold all over his body, but he understood everything - he and "he" were the two ends of the scale, and the heavier side would plunder everything from the lighter one.

And now, Ah Zi has broken through the barrier he set up, so there is no doubt...he lost this game.

'He' came to plunder.

"What do you want?" Chong Cang said in a deep voice.

"I said, I want everything back on track." Ah Zi calmly walked down the arch bridge, stood still in front of Chong Cang, narrowed her eyes and said, "Where's his soul gun?"