When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

"No!"

Xie Shi had a terrified expression on his face. Thinking of Yan Yu's deep crisis, his breathing almost stopped, and his heart beat out of order.

Without much hesitation, he and Xie Zhiwei quickly rushed to the place where Yan Yu was in the secret realm.

On the way, Xie Zhiwei did not forget to remind Xie Shi: "After Yan Yu failed to prove the Tao, he may be out of control, and he may not recognize you."

Xie Shi nodded seriously: "Well, I will be careful!"

Xie Zhiwei's lips moved. He actually wanted to remind Xie Shi to prepare for the worst, but looking at Xie Shi's resolute face, he finally sighed and swallowed back the bad guess he was about to utter.

……

The time goes back to before Yan Yu failed to prove the Tao.

The main hall in the center of Wenyuan Mansion was filled with a strong smell of blood. The remains of severed limbs were piled up messily on the floor, and the blood flowed out from under the corpses, spreading out like a huge dark red carpet.

Yan Yu held the blood sword and stood in the center of the hall, looking coldly at the white-haired immortal on the high platform.

The black hair and black clothes are calm and automatic, and there is a murderous intent hidden in the cool brows, but the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, as if seeing an old friend whom I haven't seen for many years.

"Immortal, I haven't seen you in a thousand years, how are you doing?" Yan Yu asked with a smile, "I miss you all the time."

Immortal Wenyuan's hair is as white as snow, he is wearing a large gray robe, his forehead is full of wrinkles from the vicissitudes of life, and he looks like a fairy when he sits on a high platform, but Yan Yu knows the hypocrisy under his skin And cowardly, the most sanctimonious, bullying and fearful.

"You have changed a lot." Immortal Wenyuan raised his eyes to look at Yan Yu in the palace, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, "I don't call my father anymore."

Hearing this, Yan Yu pulled out a sarcasm smile, looked straight at the high platform with eyes like sharp swords, and said slowly: "You don't deserve the word father."

Immortal Wenyuan didn't respond for a long time, and was silent for a while, but his face was still kind and kind.

He looked at Yan Yu softly, as if he was looking at an unreasonable and naughty child, and when he spoke, he also used a gentle tone of reprimanding a junior.

"You talk more and more indifferently."

Yan Yu snorted coldly, stopped talking nonsense, turned his wrist, tapped the ground with his toes, and flew to Immortal Wenyuan with his sword.

Then, he slashed at the opponent's neck with his sword.

Immortal Wenyuan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he stepped back tens of meters in an instant, his gray robe fluttering in the wind.

The surrounding scene also changed accordingly, from a grand hall to a lush jungle in the night, and several monks held up their torches and surrounded Yan Yu.

The timing of the illusion has also changed.

"There are demon seeds hidden around us!" Exclamations came from the crowd, "It's too scary!"

Yan Yu looked around, his eyes swept over the panic and vigilance on the faces of the crowd, and then at the uniforms of Wenyuan Mansion disciples on them.

In a daze, he seemed to be dreaming back to the night when he was besieged and killed by the same sect.

Obviously he has never offended anyone, and he is always kind to others in Wenyuan Mansion, but once his identity as a demon species is exposed, these fellow immortals who greeted him with smiling faces in the past will decisively hold swords against him without even the slightest hesitation.

At the beginning, Yan Yu tried his best to explain to these people, declaring that although he was a demon, he did not do evil, let alone harm others.

As a result, no one believed him.

In other words, as long as he is a demon, he is destined not to be able to get the friendship of Xianxiu, and he is born with crime and killing.

"Kill him quickly! Otherwise we will be in danger!" someone emphasized.

The former Yan Yu would seriously and aggrievedly refute him: "No, you are my classmates, I won't do that."

However, what answered him was an overwhelming rain of sharp arrows, so decisive that there was no room for maneuver.

At that time, he gave hope, but reaped the end of being bruised and bruised.

it hurts!

So sad!

The blood flowed into the eyes along the eyelashes, making the world in front of him a blood red, and the faces of the fellow disciples around them looked hideous in the dark red color, like Asura from hell.

In such a scene, Yan Yu at that time suddenly figured it out.

Compared with a good person, he wants to be a living person and live happily.

Since everyone thinks that he represents evil, then...why should he resist?

No one expects him to be kind, no one is willing to trust him, the world is stingy with giving him a little warmth.

If being an evil demon can make him no longer get hurt, he won't feel as uncomfortable as tonight...

Then he wants to say, he is willing!

In the jungle, countless torches were lit, forming a boundless sea of ​​flames in the vast night. Everyone's face was reddened by the flames, and they stared coldly at the young man in the center of the encirclement.

The young man was covered in blood, his eyes gradually turned cold, and the corner of his mouth smiled wildly and resolutely, like a monster driven to a dead end tore off the last disguised human skin.

Every move reveals a thirst for blood, as if the death of others can bring him a pleasant experience.

The memory ends here.

Along with the past events, what flooded into Yan Yu's mind was an extremely desolate emotion, which made his heart sour and at the same time tempted him to indulge himself and kill all those who hindered him.

The corners of Yan Yu's mouth straightened into a straight line, thick blackness appeared in his eyes, and he looked over the dark crowd, looking at the white-haired old man who was tens of meters away from him.

Immortal Wenyuan still had a gentle expression and kind eyes, as if he was sure that he would get out of control and kill people.

Sensing the confidence emanating from this person, Yan Yu couldn't help laughing, and the straight line of the corners of his lips curved again.

Perhaps the former Yan Yu would feel guilty because of the blood on his hands, would feel fear and anxiety because of his strong and uncontrollable power, would suffer from insomnia day and night, and desperately wanted to join the camp of goodness.

However, the current Yan Yu has long since lost those complicated emotions.

His heart was colder than his body, he couldn't tolerate a trace of weakness and innocence, he looked at people as if they were dead things.Killing is already commonplace for him.

Years of experience have made him a bloodthirsty monster through and through.

Yan Yu condensed his spiritual energy and cut through his palm, blood flowed out from the wound, forming bloody swords in mid-air, surrounding him.

The tip of the sword pointed to those fellow disciples.

"go with!"

Afterwards, Yan Yu gave an order, and several sharp blood swords shot out, rushing into the surrounding crowd like wolves into a flock of sheep, quickly reaping their lives.

Moreover, the blood sword does not go straight, but moves with people. After identifying a living person, it must wait for him to die completely before turning to the next target.

In the blink of an eye, the people who surrounded Yan Yu were all dead. The corpse was neatly cut, and the wounds were bleeding red blood, staining the jungle soil red.

Immortal Wenyuan was still standing not far away, looking this way, as if he had been watching the battle.

Yan Yu was a little surprised at the other party's calmness and arrogance.

After beheading those same sects from back then, he immediately turned the tip of his sword and directed the remaining blood sword to attack Immortal Wenyuan.

Immortal Wenyuan quickly flicked his sleeves and swung a wave of spiritual power to block the blood sword's attack.

However, after the blood sword, Yan Yu's figure followed one after another.His hands were alienated into claws, with sharp nails and a faint cold glow, grabbing at the heart of Immortal Wenyuan like a beast rushing to eat.

puff!

It was the sound of palms sinking into flesh and blood.

Yan Yu didn't hesitate, and continued to penetrate with his slender fingers until he grabbed Immortal Wenyuan's heart.

As soon as the skin touches the inner wall of the organ, it can still feel the vitality that keeps beating.

Now, the life and death of Immortal Wen Yuan is in the hands of Yan Yu.

But there was no panic on his face, his expression was gentle, with a slight smile on his lips, and he said softly: "I have foreseen that you will kill me."

Yan Yu's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were as black as night, looking at Immortal Yuan was like looking at a dead person.

Having been a devil for many years, he knows that chatting with the dead will only waste time and even bring trouble to himself.

Therefore, Yan Yu didn't respond to Immortal Wenyuan's words, and tightened his fingers suddenly, like pinching fruit, forcibly crushing Immortal Wenyuan's heart.

The warm blood snaked down Yan Yu's cold white arm like juice, dripping to the ground.

Immortal Wenyuan still retained some sense of sanity after his heart burst.

He looked at the person in front of him kindly, his lips moved slightly, as if he was shouting something.

Yan Yu turned a deaf ear to this, a flame flew out from his fingertips and landed on the corpse of Immortal Wenyuan, as if touching dry firewood, the flame turned into a raging flame, tightly wrapping Immortal Wenyuan.

Burn it to ashes in a few breaths.

finally died.

Yan Yu looked at the pile of ashes that were still warm on the ground, his eyes were dim.

He recalled the mouth shape of Immortal Wenyuan before he died, and only now realized that he was calling him by his nickname affectionately.

——"Ayu."

Heh, a sarcastic sneer unconsciously appeared on Yan Yu's face.Facing the ashes of Immortal Wenyuan's body, he slowly opened his lips and said: "Immortal, as a father, you may have had a moment of warmth for my child, but it's a pity, compared with your cruelty. This kind of warmth So insignificant."

Rather than trying to get a ten thousandth of sincerity in a very cruel heart, he hopes to have someone who can treat him 100% well.

After finishing speaking, Yan Yu turned and left without hesitation, letting the ashes on the ground be blown away by the wind.

Halfway through the flight, Yan Yu suddenly felt a splitting headache, and the world in his eyes became blurred and upside down.

what happened?

While being puzzled, Yan Yu casually found a clean and empty place in the secret realm to stay for a while.

Sensing the sudden irritability in his heart, he quickly took out the porcelain bottle that Xie Zhiwei had asked Xie Zhiwei to give him from his bosom, uncorked the bottle, and poured out a top-quality concentration pill from it.

The elixir melts in the mouth, and the sweet taste permeates the mouth, making people feel refreshed.

Yan Yu calmed down a little.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of groups of monsters wandering around, raised his eyebrows, and teleported into the group of beasts, using the fight to calm his restlessness.

I don't know how long it has passed, when Yan Yu broke away from the immersion, looking around, he could only see the blood-red wreckage of monsters all around him, and the thousands of miles of wasteland was extinct, filled with a permeating deadly atmosphere.

Yan Yu looked down at his blood-stained fingers, smiled wryly, and performed a clear water formula to wash away the dirt on his hands.

After that, he planned to simply clean up the mess here, and continue on his way.

Jingle!

A hollow bell fell out of a corpse and fell into the pool of blood beside him, making a tinkling sound.

Yan Yu recognized this bell as Xie Shi, but he didn't know why it appeared here.

A terrible guess suddenly popped up in his mind, he looked up along the route where the bell fell, and saw a human corpse among countless corpses of monsters.

The body of that person was thin and thin, probably a teenager, his face was bloody and bloody, and it was impossible to tell who it was.

Yan Yu's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and he walked over with heavy steps, his fingers moved slightly, and he probed into the arms of the corpse, and took out a black and red bead.

At this moment, he felt the world spinning, his body trembling, and his whole body was swallowed up by utter despair.

Several shattered blurry images flashed before his eyes.

Just now, when he was fully immersed in the battle, it seemed that someone ran out from a distance, called his name, rushed over regardless, hugged his waist, and wanted to wake him up and calm down.

And he was red-eyed at that time, so instead of stopping the killing, he strangled that person's neck.

Losing control will reduce Yan Yu's judgment, and there will be short-term memory gaps.

However, even though he couldn't remember what happened at that time, he also knew how terrifying the red-eyed self was. His eyes were cold and dark, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a ferocious smile, like a crazy villain.

So, he killed Xiaozhi?

Yan Yu hugged the cold corpse tightly in his arms, unwilling to admit it, but the miserable corpse in front of him is the best proof of this cruel truth.

The expression on his face was uglier than crying. Sadness cut his heart inch by inch like a steel wire, making him bloody and in pain.

"Sorry……"

Yan Yu looked desperate, his lips trembled for a long while, and finally he could only say "sorry" through the gap between his teeth.

He hugged the person in his arms tighter, trying to warm him with his own body temperature, but to no avail.On the contrary, because of his action, the corpse in his arms became even more distorted, and the blood was gurgling on his bloody face, as if he was crying non-stop.

Yan Yu guessed that they were tears of regret.

Xiaozhi is regretting, regretting that he ran over regardless of the danger, regretting that he promised to protect a hateful monster...

While Yan Yu used this kind of merciless thought to torture himself, he kept apologizing to the silent corpse.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, he didn't expect this to happen.

Yan Yu thought for a long time, trying to find a good way to save the situation, but at the end of his thinking, he suddenly found that he was the most damned one.

Because he is a demon, he will kill people out of control, so it will lead to tragedy.

If there were no demon seeds at the beginning, then the tragedy would have been cut off from the source.

On the blood-stained wasteland, the young man in black was holding a dead body and was walking aimlessly. He opened his eyes, but he couldn't see the direction of the future at all.

There was once a person who loved and protected him, and even claimed that he would find all the treasures in the world and give them to him. That person's smile was innocent and his eyes were as clear as glass.

But now, the rare person in this world who gave him warmth died in his hands.

Yan Yu, who thought he was strong and cold, suddenly didn't know what to do. The bitterness penetrated into his bones, making his whole body crumbling, and every breath would cause severe heartache.

……

In a remote corner of the wilderness, where Yan Yu could not notice, an old man with white hair appeared.

Looking at his face, he was the Immortal Wenyuan who should have died.

Immortal Wenyuan's white hair is like piles of snow, his eyes are vicissitudes and quiet, silently watching Yan Yu suffering from the pain of losing his gratitude.

This is the last illusion he set up. It is as real as reality, and it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish it.

Looking at the lonely back of Yan Yu who is gradually receding and condensed into dots, there is a bit of compassion and tenderness in the expression of Immortal Wenyuan.

He opened his mouth with a sigh, and his voice drifted into the wind like dust.

"Ayu, my son, you can stay with me forever."

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