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There were already quite a few onlookers around, hearing the news, there was a burst of murmurs among the crowd.

The person is already dead, and it is enough to hang the corpse for three days. After three days, it will be broken by a car.

Looking at ancient and modern times, this method is the heaviest and cruelest.

To be honest, among the people present, few people understood Zhou Xiang's crimes in the national teacher's words.

They only know that Prime Minister Zhou is the most considerate of the people, and he always helps the weak on weekdays. He has long been the prime minister in the hearts of the people, but now he has ended up like this in the struggle for imperial power, which is inevitably embarrassing.

"Hey, this morning I heard from the cook of the Prime Minister's mansion that Zhou Xiang's Xiao Qingmei is back and will get married in about two days. Who would have thought..."

"Sigh, Zhou Xiang has come to such a fate, this Chang'an, I'm afraid he can't stay any longer..."

"Huh? Didn't we have a little girl standing next to us just now, and she was crying so hard, who?"

A man suddenly remembered such a verse, so he asked the people around him.

"Run away, the little girl never saw such a scene."

"Hiss... why do I feel like I was dragged away just now..."

"You let me go!"

In a dark alley not far from Chengtianmen, Liaoyang was thrown into it by the back of his collar.

She cried with a small face, and when she saw who was catching her, tears rolled down again:

"Master...Master, help Zhou Yewang!!"

"Are you good at it?"

Mozun ignored her words, he laughed angrily, and raised his hand high as if he wanted to hit her, but in the end he curled up his fingers, flicked his sleeves, and withdrew his hand:

"This deity has said that if you return to Chang'an, you will be responsible for the consequences. If you want to die, this deity will not stop you. If you hand over the keel, you can go wherever you want."

"I……"

Liaoyang also knew that she was responsible for this disaster.

She wiped away her tears, knelt down in front of Demon Venerable, and begged:

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry... Can you save Zhou Yewang, I can do whatever you want, I'll give you the keel, and I can die. Can you save Zhou Yewang, he doesn't deserve to die!! !"

Liaoyang's appearance and these words seemed to remind Mozun of something.

The color of his eyes became scarlet, and the hands hidden under the sleeves trembled slightly.

"But he is dead! He died because of you!!"

Mozun's reaction to this incident was extremely fierce, he told Liaoyang the cruel fact hoarsely, and suddenly, he suddenly laughed:

"I'll tell you what Ning Sang wants to do. He wants your keel from the beginning to the end. Hanging Zhou Yewang at the city gate for three days is to catch you. After three days, the car is broken to tear his body and soul apart. , sealed his soul in Chengtianmen, it will never dissipate, just stay in his own death day after day, feeling the pain over and over again. How? If I were you, I would die now, how much can I do? To death mandarin ducks."

Speaking of this, Mozun suddenly laughed.

He sat down slowly with his back against the wall, covering his ears with his hands, as if in pain, but the laughter continued, full of madness.

Liaoyang was frightened by Mozun's words just now.

The tears she had been holding back flowed out again.

Over the years, she has always listened to her master.

She was willful once, and just once, the lesson she learned was so painful.

She raised her hand to wipe her tears, knowing that the master's condition was not good, and set up a protective barrier for him.

After a while, a cyan streamer flashed across the sky, and there was one more person in the alley.

The man in black clothes helped the Demon Lord up and asked:

"Master, the people outside Chang'an City..."

"There's no need to respond." Mozun glanced at Liaoyang:

"People are dead."

After finishing speaking, he pushed away the people around him and walked out of the dark alley by himself.

Liaoyang looked at his back and was stunned for a moment. Then, when the man in black was about to follow, she reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and asked with a sob:

"Brother Wuqing, what's the matter, who are you going to meet?"

Wu Qing pursed her lips slightly, thought for a while, and replied:

"Master, considering that the fate of the human race has changed, he originally wanted to take him out of the city before making plans, but..."

"Leaving the city?" Liaoyang was taken aback for a moment.

"Monsters are not allowed to hurt people in Chang'an and the imperial city, otherwise, there will be punishment from heaven."

Wuqing only briefly explained.

After listening to his words, Liaoyang realized what a stupid thing he had done.

Ning Sang's target was her from the beginning. If she hadn't appeared, Ning Sang would not have attacked Zhou Yewang today. In this way, the master would have enough time to take Zhou Yewang out.

But she messed up everyone's plans. In order to hide her aura well, Ning Sang had discovered her a long time ago.

Zhou Yewang's death was the bait to lure her into the trap. If the master hadn't pulled her away in time, she might have rushed up to fight Ning Sang just now, and the final result would probably be to let the keel fall into the hands of others.

Therefore, Zhou Yewang died because of her.

Even, if she hadn't been there from the beginning, Zhou Yewang would have been an ordinary little scholar, he was still the young and promising Zhou Xiang, he would start a family at the right time, and live his life like all ordinary people in this world.

Liaoyang followed Wuqing and left Chang'an City.

When she left, she didn't dare to look back, but on the city gate behind her, the boy she loved had already been frozen, hanging on the city gate just like that.

That day, Liaoyang understood a truth with Zhou Yewang's blood.

If some feelings can only bring misfortune, it is better to let it be buried in the dust from the beginning.

The important thing is never whether two people can be together.Compared with the youthful promise made by the young girl under the moonlight at that time, she wanted Zhou Yewang to live well, even in a world without her.

Later, three days later, Zhou Yewang's body was tortured to be ripped apart.

As Mozun said, Zhou Yewang's soul and body were torn apart together, and the soul was sealed in Chengtian Gate, which could never dissipate.

Ning Sang waited at Chengtianmen for a long time, but instead of the keel and Liaoyang, the bird man he least wanted to see came.

The two of them faced each other from a distance in the imperial city, and neither of them wanted to attack the other at the cost of receiving the thunder, so Ning Sang couldn't stop the other's action.

He watched the Demon Lord take away Zhou Yewang's soul, and when he heard the other party's threat, he felt a chill in his heart.

Ning Sang completely angered this powerful demon, so much so that the other party set up a contract in Chang'an City with blood. As long as Ning Sang stepped out of Chang'an City, the Demon Lord would get the news, even if he was thousands of miles away, he would come to fetch him life.

Therefore, the descendants of the majestic demon king can only live in the imperial city of the human race.

As for the Eighth Prince, he was wicked and cowardly. He killed Zhou Yewang with his own hands that day, and he still remembers the look on that man's face when he died.The name Zhou Yewang almost became his nightmare, tormenting him like that day after day, even if he sat on the coveted throne, he still couldn't live in peace.

As for Liaoyang, since he left Chang'an City that day, he never mentioned any news about Zhou Yewang.

She has caused enough trouble for Zhou Yewang, she can no longer hurt her master and Brother Wuqing, and can no longer make them sad.

The little girl seemed to have grown up overnight, and she no longer wanted to go out every day like before, but locked herself in the room and practiced hard, but she would cry every day, and the crying made the Demon Lord upset.

In order to keep her from crying, Mozun dug up the roots of his own demon tree, carved out a small wooden figure according to the appearance of Zhou Yewang in his memory, and stuffed the stolen soul into it.

The magic spirit tree condenses the aura of heaven and earth, enough to be a mortal body.

It's just that Zhou Yewang's soul was torn into five pieces, which couldn't be reunited at all. Mozun could only separate out a wisp of his own consciousness and turn it into a seal, and glue his five remnant souls together, so that he could regain consciousness.

That day, there was an extra screaming baby in the demon hall.

He wrapped the child in a cloth casually, carried it to Liaoyang's room like a cabbage, and threw the child to her casually.

Liaoyang was taken aback.

She caught the child in a hurry, wiped away her tears, thinking that it was a romantic debt owed by her master outside, and she was going to be a nanny.

But before she finished her wild imagination, she saw a familiar mole on the child's neck.

She had often seen that mole on another person before, and she was very familiar with it.

"Owner……"

Liaoyang dragged his sobs, the tears he had just wiped away were about to flow out again.

"Don't cry." Mozun was annoyed when he saw her like this:

"His body is made of demon tree roots, he is no longer a mortal, and will not be affected by your evil aura. It's up to you to do whatever you want."

Although Mozun didn't say it directly, Liaoyang knew that what he meant was that he could raise the child, make up for his previous regrets, embroider him an ugly purse, and then...marry him.

Obviously, this is the most happy ending, but Liaoyang hesitated.

She shook her head, and then asked tearfully:

"Master, can I... send him back to Chang'an?"

"?" Mozun raised his eyebrows slightly.

He accompanied Liaoyang to send Zhou Yewang back to Chang'an.

On the day they went back, the first snowfall of the year fell in Chang'an City. Snowflakes like catkins swirled and fell, covering the ground and treetops with a layer of silvery white.

Liaoyang found the cook and the butler from Zhou Yewang's mansion.

They are a couple, dependent on each other, and have never had children.

They knew about the relationship between Liaoyang and Zhou Yewang, and thought the child was Zhou Xiang's orphan, so they readily accepted it.When asked about the child's name, Liaoyang insisted that his name is Zhou Yewang.

Although it was strange, the cook and the old man only thought that the name was a commemoration of Zhou Xiang, so although it was not polite, they still agreed.

The snow fell harder and harder that day, Mozun took Liaoyang back to Shen Feng's Xiangfu, and poured her a glass of wine.

Mozun couldn't figure out the reason why Liaoyang did this. When he asked her, she only answered:

"It was my appearance that affected his life. I owe him this. He should be an ordinary person, read his sage books, and find a girl like him to live his life. He shouldn't be involved in these things. I owe him a complete life, and I should give it back to him, and I can no longer selfishly interfere with his life."

Hearing what she said, Mozun seemed a little incomprehensible:

"Don't you like him? Can you bear him marrying someone else for a lifetime?"

"I can't, I feel sad just thinking about it."

Liaoyang's eyes were still a little red, but he still raised his eyes and smiled at Mozun:

"However, if my appearance can only bring him pain and misfortune, I don't want to pester him anymore. As long as he is happy, it doesn't matter if I feel sad."

Mozun looked at her, and was a little dazed:

"this is Love?"

"probably."

Liaoyang took a sip of the wine, and she frowned when it was so spicy:

"I want him to be the best version of himself and live a good life, even if he doesn't have me in his world."

Mozun seemed to be thinking, his eyes gradually darkened.

At that time, he thought of another person.

He thought, if it was him, he probably wouldn't make the same choice as Liaoyang.

He will only keep that person by his side, he wants to be together when he is alive, and he wants to be together after death, if he is not willing, then force him to be willing.

Mozun only thought that the person's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys were all related to him. This was what he thought of as love.

As for setting him free and letting him live in a world without himself, that would be so stupid.

He doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand.

He would never make that choice.

The snow in Chang'an City is still falling.

Mozun's dark red pupils reflected the snowflakes, a little lost in thought.

In the end, he didn't know what to think of, and raised his eyes to look at the opposite wall.

At that moment, he seemed to be looking at the two people standing side by side by the wall through the distance of decades and the illusion.

He sighed slightly.

Then, he laughed lightly, as if he was in a trance, and as if he really saw that person in the snow:

"Long time no see... Senior Brother."