The villain master dressed as a sick and charming male protagonist
Chapter 152 Master, have you ever complained?
The man chuckled lightly and replied: "I think so. But Uncle Bai can't leave. My poor apprentice has committed a heinous crime. Uncle Bai has to make atonement for him. In this way, his psychological burden will be lightened." Some."
A young man asked confusedly: "Uncle Bai, what kind of person is your apprentice? Is he as powerful as Uncle Bai?"
Xunli is still just laughing, it's just that his soul is incomplete and his eyes can't see, but Yan Cangming's foolish appearance can still appear in his mind.
He said: "He is not only Uncle Bai's disciple, but also Uncle Bai's beloved. He is rebellious and affectionate, he is a living person of flesh and blood."
Yan Cangming pursed his lips into a smile, the smile was as bright as the sun, it was like staying in the snow and suffering from hunger and cold for days and nights, when a dying person sees hope, he smiles like a spring breeze, his eyes are full of nostalgia.
people...
living people.
From beginning to end, Master treated him as a human being.
"Uncle Bai, has your beloved made many mistakes? Why can't the soul be freed?"
Xunli hesitated for a moment, and replied: "In the final analysis, I came late. When he was young, he took the wrong path and killed many creatures by mistake."
"Uncle Bai's heart is for the common people, but your apprentice is so bloodthirsty. Is this the reason why you stay in the eighteenth floor of hell?"
Xunli stared blankly, smiled helplessly, but didn't answer.
"Uncle Bai, but the [-]th floor is very hard. You have to suffer from mental torture and devastation every day and night. The scenes you don't want to see will make you experience the feeling again and again. You After living for thousands of years, I am afraid that I am lonely here..."
Loneliness... Boundless...
so painful...
Xun Li just smiled and said, "It's not bitter..."
Here, he can enter Yan Cangming's life book, see all his experiences, and experience what he has experienced in the past as Yan Cangming.
The person who suffers is his Ayan.
"Work, work! Hurry up!" the voice of the ghost messenger sounded.
The teenagers scattered.
Yan Cangming really wanted to walk over, but his throat was congested, he couldn't speak, and he was still timid.
But soon, he discovered that the ghost messengers turned a blind eye to Xunli and would not be embarrassed.And everyone who passed by would turn a blind eye to him, but they were full of respect for Xunli.
Xunli got up, and quickly turned his head.
Yan Cangming held his breath, his head was sweating profusely, and the position of his heart was so violent that he couldn't adapt to it.
Can……
Xun Li bent down again, took the wooden stick that was put aside, with his eyes blank, he gradually tried to walk.
The beating position of the heart stopped, Yan Cangming could hardly breathe, a thought that frightened him hovered in his mind, tearing his soul, making him unable to speak for a long time.
Xunli passed him by, but didn't see him.
Everyone here can see him, except Xun Li.
Yan Cangming couldn't help stretching out his hand, and clenched his heart tightly. There was dense pain and sourness there, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
He silently followed behind Xunli, at first he didn't dare to speak out, and he never dared to speak out again.
He saw that Xun Li walked to a cart with ease, rolled up his sleeves, and began to move stones onto the cart with his bare hands. Everyone here was like this, and doing coolies was just commonplace.
Daily mental torture, playing the pain of life in front of everyone again and again, and experiencing the eight sufferings of life personally, this is the essence of the eighteen levels of hell.
Life after life, with pain, can never rest, and the soul can never be redeemed.
After filling a cart, Xunli stepped forward, tied the rope around his shoulders, and began to pull forward with great effort.
Yan Cangming almost cried a few times, so he could only silently follow behind to help.
But Xunli seemed to be used to it long ago, smiled softly, and said, "You don't need to help Uncle Bai, Uncle Bai is used to it."
Yan Cangming still stubbornly followed behind, silently helping to push.
The two were silent all the way.
Soon, Xunli had pulled back and forth dozens of times.
I finally got off work and went to the next hard work.
Yan Cangming clearly saw the fear flashing in Xunli's eyes.
Yan Cangming was surprised, what is it?Will it make Master feel afraid?
Just when Xunli was about to follow the crowd, the ghost messenger came, bowed respectfully in front of Xunli, and said, "Xianzun, you don't have to go today, please go back and rest for a while." , I will pick you up later to take you to the Palace of the King of Hell."
Xun Li felt relieved, but he couldn't help asking with some shame: "This... I'm afraid it's not good..."
The ghost messenger was respectful, as if he had expected Xunli to say this, but he just refuted it with one sentence: "As a ghost, you must follow the rules of the underworld, and the king of Hades is the rule. Please don't make things difficult for us."
Sure enough, Xunli let go: "Then I'll go back and clean up."
The ghost messenger gave way, and Yan Cangming hurried forward, handing over Xunli's self-made walking stick.
"Thank you." Xun Li smiled at him.
Yan Cangming's heart was twisted like a knife.
Those eyes that were once full of stars.Now, it's dark, I can't see anything clearly, I don't have any emotions.
Those eyes were terribly empty.
Xun Li left, Yan Cangming quickly followed.
I saw him moving slowly, arrived at a wooden village, walked and walked, reached the last room, pushed open the door, walked in, but did not close the door.
Yan Cangming hesitated, he was afraid that all this was just a dream.
"Come in." The familiar voice sounded again.
Yan Cangming's heart trembled, knowing that Xun Li would not be able to see him, but he still raised his hand to wipe off his sweat and blood, straightened his robe before he dared to go in.
The inside is very simple, there is not even a bed, only a table and four chairs.In the corner, there is a layer of dry grass.
His beloved master may live in such a simple environment day and night.
Yan Cangming's eyes turned red, he deliberately changed his voice, and said, "You've been living here all this time?"
The man bent over to tidy up the grass paused for a moment, and then replied: "The people above are so considerate of me. They gave me a place to live, which is already a gift of all kinds."
Yan Cangming sniffed, and then asked: "Your disciple, have you ever complained?"
If I hadn't been obsessed with my obsession and insisted on marrying you, you wouldn't have fallen to this point.
Master, you should hate me.
"Don't complain." The two decisive words made Yan Cangming's heart sour and uneasy.
"He has caused you so far, trapped you in this dark hell forever, tortured and devastated, why don't you hate him?!" Yan Cangming asked with a bit of paranoia.
Xunli still shook his head: "I don't hate, I don't complain. It's not that he harmed me, it's my willingness to do so. My only wish is that he can live and live well."
"Bang—" Yan Cangming finally couldn't help it, his knees gave way.Once again, he knelt down, weeping uncontrollably, his voice hoarse, his eyes full of sadness, self-blame, guilt and pain made him unable to look up to Xunli, and when he opened his mouth, every word was crying blood: "Master, I was wrong, Ayan was wrong. Already... Master..."
The thing in his hand fell to the ground just like that, and Xunli felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he didn't react for a long time.
A young man asked confusedly: "Uncle Bai, what kind of person is your apprentice? Is he as powerful as Uncle Bai?"
Xunli is still just laughing, it's just that his soul is incomplete and his eyes can't see, but Yan Cangming's foolish appearance can still appear in his mind.
He said: "He is not only Uncle Bai's disciple, but also Uncle Bai's beloved. He is rebellious and affectionate, he is a living person of flesh and blood."
Yan Cangming pursed his lips into a smile, the smile was as bright as the sun, it was like staying in the snow and suffering from hunger and cold for days and nights, when a dying person sees hope, he smiles like a spring breeze, his eyes are full of nostalgia.
people...
living people.
From beginning to end, Master treated him as a human being.
"Uncle Bai, has your beloved made many mistakes? Why can't the soul be freed?"
Xunli hesitated for a moment, and replied: "In the final analysis, I came late. When he was young, he took the wrong path and killed many creatures by mistake."
"Uncle Bai's heart is for the common people, but your apprentice is so bloodthirsty. Is this the reason why you stay in the eighteenth floor of hell?"
Xunli stared blankly, smiled helplessly, but didn't answer.
"Uncle Bai, but the [-]th floor is very hard. You have to suffer from mental torture and devastation every day and night. The scenes you don't want to see will make you experience the feeling again and again. You After living for thousands of years, I am afraid that I am lonely here..."
Loneliness... Boundless...
so painful...
Xun Li just smiled and said, "It's not bitter..."
Here, he can enter Yan Cangming's life book, see all his experiences, and experience what he has experienced in the past as Yan Cangming.
The person who suffers is his Ayan.
"Work, work! Hurry up!" the voice of the ghost messenger sounded.
The teenagers scattered.
Yan Cangming really wanted to walk over, but his throat was congested, he couldn't speak, and he was still timid.
But soon, he discovered that the ghost messengers turned a blind eye to Xunli and would not be embarrassed.And everyone who passed by would turn a blind eye to him, but they were full of respect for Xunli.
Xunli got up, and quickly turned his head.
Yan Cangming held his breath, his head was sweating profusely, and the position of his heart was so violent that he couldn't adapt to it.
Can……
Xun Li bent down again, took the wooden stick that was put aside, with his eyes blank, he gradually tried to walk.
The beating position of the heart stopped, Yan Cangming could hardly breathe, a thought that frightened him hovered in his mind, tearing his soul, making him unable to speak for a long time.
Xunli passed him by, but didn't see him.
Everyone here can see him, except Xun Li.
Yan Cangming couldn't help stretching out his hand, and clenched his heart tightly. There was dense pain and sourness there, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
He silently followed behind Xunli, at first he didn't dare to speak out, and he never dared to speak out again.
He saw that Xun Li walked to a cart with ease, rolled up his sleeves, and began to move stones onto the cart with his bare hands. Everyone here was like this, and doing coolies was just commonplace.
Daily mental torture, playing the pain of life in front of everyone again and again, and experiencing the eight sufferings of life personally, this is the essence of the eighteen levels of hell.
Life after life, with pain, can never rest, and the soul can never be redeemed.
After filling a cart, Xunli stepped forward, tied the rope around his shoulders, and began to pull forward with great effort.
Yan Cangming almost cried a few times, so he could only silently follow behind to help.
But Xunli seemed to be used to it long ago, smiled softly, and said, "You don't need to help Uncle Bai, Uncle Bai is used to it."
Yan Cangming still stubbornly followed behind, silently helping to push.
The two were silent all the way.
Soon, Xunli had pulled back and forth dozens of times.
I finally got off work and went to the next hard work.
Yan Cangming clearly saw the fear flashing in Xunli's eyes.
Yan Cangming was surprised, what is it?Will it make Master feel afraid?
Just when Xunli was about to follow the crowd, the ghost messenger came, bowed respectfully in front of Xunli, and said, "Xianzun, you don't have to go today, please go back and rest for a while." , I will pick you up later to take you to the Palace of the King of Hell."
Xun Li felt relieved, but he couldn't help asking with some shame: "This... I'm afraid it's not good..."
The ghost messenger was respectful, as if he had expected Xunli to say this, but he just refuted it with one sentence: "As a ghost, you must follow the rules of the underworld, and the king of Hades is the rule. Please don't make things difficult for us."
Sure enough, Xunli let go: "Then I'll go back and clean up."
The ghost messenger gave way, and Yan Cangming hurried forward, handing over Xunli's self-made walking stick.
"Thank you." Xun Li smiled at him.
Yan Cangming's heart was twisted like a knife.
Those eyes that were once full of stars.Now, it's dark, I can't see anything clearly, I don't have any emotions.
Those eyes were terribly empty.
Xun Li left, Yan Cangming quickly followed.
I saw him moving slowly, arrived at a wooden village, walked and walked, reached the last room, pushed open the door, walked in, but did not close the door.
Yan Cangming hesitated, he was afraid that all this was just a dream.
"Come in." The familiar voice sounded again.
Yan Cangming's heart trembled, knowing that Xun Li would not be able to see him, but he still raised his hand to wipe off his sweat and blood, straightened his robe before he dared to go in.
The inside is very simple, there is not even a bed, only a table and four chairs.In the corner, there is a layer of dry grass.
His beloved master may live in such a simple environment day and night.
Yan Cangming's eyes turned red, he deliberately changed his voice, and said, "You've been living here all this time?"
The man bent over to tidy up the grass paused for a moment, and then replied: "The people above are so considerate of me. They gave me a place to live, which is already a gift of all kinds."
Yan Cangming sniffed, and then asked: "Your disciple, have you ever complained?"
If I hadn't been obsessed with my obsession and insisted on marrying you, you wouldn't have fallen to this point.
Master, you should hate me.
"Don't complain." The two decisive words made Yan Cangming's heart sour and uneasy.
"He has caused you so far, trapped you in this dark hell forever, tortured and devastated, why don't you hate him?!" Yan Cangming asked with a bit of paranoia.
Xunli still shook his head: "I don't hate, I don't complain. It's not that he harmed me, it's my willingness to do so. My only wish is that he can live and live well."
"Bang—" Yan Cangming finally couldn't help it, his knees gave way.Once again, he knelt down, weeping uncontrollably, his voice hoarse, his eyes full of sadness, self-blame, guilt and pain made him unable to look up to Xunli, and when he opened his mouth, every word was crying blood: "Master, I was wrong, Ayan was wrong. Already... Master..."
The thing in his hand fell to the ground just like that, and Xunli felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he didn't react for a long time.
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