Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

"Tick tock, tick tock—"

The craggy, twisted gray-black sharp stone hovered and pointed to the dark sky, a gust of cold wind swept past the gravel and blood, shaking the head inserted on the top of the sharp stone, and the dark red blood flowed down The cross-section flowed faster, tick-tock hitting the ground like a gust of rain.

"Wuuu, brother, is that devil gone?"

There are two fat figures curled up at the bottom of the sharp stone. They are red all over and have a pair of palm-sized horns growing on their bare heads. At this time, the two hug each other tightly, hoping to avoid the poisonous hands of that terrifying demon. .

The two fat devils looked exactly alike, and suddenly one of them raised his hand and touched his smooth forehead, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

The voices of the two demons were very small, and the voice of the other demon trembled slightly because of fear, "No way. Brother, I didn't feel it."

After all, it raised its head and looked up at the sky, and just this one glance made it make a pretty high-pitched voice comparable to that of a dolphin, "Ahhhhh..." Then it rolled its eyes and fainted to the ground.

"Brother, keep your voice down...what's the matter with you!" Seeing his brother's abnormal behavior, the red demon raised his head in doubt, his narrow squinted eyes reflected a blood dripping demon's head fluttering in the wind on the sharp stone, and... ...The real devil in black standing out of thin air next to that devil!

The black-clothed devil's clothes fluttered, his long black hair was tied behind his head, his face was like a bright moon, his lips were as red as if he had just eaten a devil's cub, it was strange and magnificent, and the exposed skin was dazzlingly white, which made it even more beautiful. Those red pupils like pools of blood were piercingly cold.

"Ah-uh..." With the same short and terrified scream, the red demon squinted and rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and fainted from fright before he even had time to beg for mercy.

Although the red demon fainted, its voice spread out along with the bloody wind, and fell into the ears of those demons who were also hiding in the corner, making their already trembling bodies tremble more violently, and they felt both physically and mentally shaken. Was soaked in the biting cold pool.

They are just simple little demons living in the Prison of Ten Thousand Demons. Every day, they just use their clever minds to cut off the heads of other demons and try to survive. They did something wrong to meet someone who is more skilled and more skillful than them. The ruthless devil cuts off!

Hear, how high and tragic the sound of death!What a rich and mellow breath of blood!Although you two demons were sacrificed, thousands of demons were saved!Heh, Motougou, are you still satisfied with what you see?

If you are happy with the ball, leave immediately if you are satisfied!Don't bully us, woo woo woo...

The black-clothed boy known as the devil had an unparalleled look, but the expression on his face was really indifferent, and his long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped slightly. He glanced at the two weak and weak demons who had passed out, then turned and left.

The most powerful demon clan in this area has been eliminated, Zhou Yuyue didn't intend to stay here any longer, the moment she turned around, the demon aura rising around her was so overwhelming that it frightened the nearby little demons to stop trembling, stiff as a stone pillar.

Enveloped by the strong demonic energy, the young man quickly shuttled between the jagged and strange rocks. After a while, a magnificent palace made of Xingmo stone appeared in front of him. This is the only building in the Wanmo Prison, and it is also a forbidden place that is absolutely forbidden to enter the Wanmo Prison. ——The place where the devil king passed on.

The name of the palace is simple and crude. It is called the Devil King Palace. It stores the treasures left by generations of devil kings, as well as the most important seal of inheritance. Only the devil who has obtained the seal of inheritance is the real devil king.

If calculated according to the outside time, this is his second year in the Ten Thousand Devils Prison. The time flow rate in the Demon King's Palace is different from that of the outside world, one day outside the palace and one year inside the palace.

Zhou Yuyue spends most of his time refining the power of inheritance in the Demon King's Palace. Demon energy is born with a bloodthirsty desire. When this desire reaches its peak, he will go to the Ten Thousand Demon Prison to find powerful demons. Blood to calm the restlessness.

Fortunately, the Ten Thousand Demons Prison is full of demon energy, and new demons fall in from the cracks from time to time, otherwise, with his method of making, sooner or later, the Ten Thousand Demons Prison will be emptied of demons.

The back of the young man in black is as straight as a sharp sword, but because of his slender frame, his waist appears slender. His white palm pushed open the heavy stone gate. The moment he stepped into the Demon King's Palace, a silver pattern appeared between his brows. Under the light, it looks like a flowing galaxy.

Black hair with silver streaks, cool temperament, not like a demon, but like a fairy.

The inside of the hall is like the old nest of the dragon clan. Countless gold and jewels plundered from the human world are piled up into mountains, filling the hall to the brim, with only a small path one person wide left barely in the middle.

Zhou Yuyue walked through it without changing his expression, and came to a blood pool. The blood pool was bright red, and a hazy mist floated on the water, and a white lotus with a thousand petals bloomed quietly in the middle of the pool. Stepping into it, the bone-piercing cold instantly enveloped the whole body.

Because of his movements, the blood-like pool water rippled layer by layer, and the mist condensed on the petals, and the water droplets trembled and rolled down onto the green lotus leaves below. Zhou Yuyue reached out and picked off a white jade-like petal and put it in his mouth. Turn into pure spiritual power and soak into the meridians.

Although he is cultivating demons, he still needs to leave some spiritual energy behind. Tiny drops of water hang on his long eyelashes like butterfly wings, and his red lips are pursed. If...Wen Chuyi doesn't like demon cultivating...

"Master, Xiao Jiu still hasn't found Wen Chuyi today. ’ A soft voice suddenly sounded in his mind, it was his spirit-transforming nine-split kite vine.

That's right, even though two years had passed, he was still sure that Wen Chuyi was still alive. Before he entered the place where the Demon King inherited, he put the nine-split kite vine into the Yinhai and let it search every day.

It was the same words again.

The suppressed anger in Zhou Yuyue's body was rekindled, her thin chest rose and fell gently, she tore off two thousand-petal lotus petals and put them in her mouth, the cold feeling barely calmed him down.

"Look again." As if he hadn't spoken for a long time, the young man's voice was slightly hoarse, and his voice was as cold as ice and snow in distant mountains.

After the words fell, the air froze, but after a moment, he suddenly smiled lowly, the laughter rippling on the blood pool, a little weird for no reason.

The young man's fingers as white as jade slowly retracted, and a dense mist of ink poured out from the depths of his ruby-like red pupils. Now that he has reached the Great Perfection of God Transformation, it's time... to find him in person.

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The warm sun shines from the thin clouds, as if the scorching heat has been filtered out, leaving only a layer of soft temperature. The sea breeze blows wet and salty over the treetops, and the shadows of the trees are swaying, and a few voices are spoken from far to near.

"No one walks this road, but the distance from here to the beach is the shortest." The one who spoke was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old round-faced disciple, with four or five young boys behind him, all former A new disciple who entered the Cangyu Sect soon.

"Senior Brother Su, why are there so few people walking here?" A young disciple asked.

The task of the round-faced boy today is to guide them to get familiar with the environment of Cangyumen, otherwise he would not bring them here, "One is that there are many gravels here and the road is steep; the other is..."

His voice suddenly softened, and he pointed to the small wooden house hidden in the woods, "There is a brother living there, he is a weird person... In short, don't come here if you have nothing to do."

Hearing what he said, the little disciples agreed well, but their eyes were full of curiosity. Among them, the two naughty little disciples looked at each other and decided to take a peek at some time to see who this strange man was. What a weird way.

"Senior Brother Su, why is he weird? Or was he born weird?" Among the young disciples, there were many upright ones, and they asked carelessly, in a loud voice, just enough that the people in the cabin could hear them.

The cabin is cold and damp, with only a simple wooden bed and a table, no windows, no lamps, only a little light seeping through the cracks in the wood, and there is a faint musty smell inside, unlike the room, It's like an underground cave.

There was a man lying on the wooden bed, his expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness, only the light from the gap on the side fell on his eyes, illuminating a pair of despairing and obscure eyes.

The youthful and childish voice outside the hut reached the ears of the person on the bed. It was clearly nothing more than a light and fluffy word, but it was like thousands of fine needles piercing the eardrum, and the pain spread through the limbs and bones, and finally gathered in the chest. .

Wen Xunyang's chest couldn't help heaving violently up and down, the sound of his breathing was heavy and rough like a bellows, his cloudy eyes popped out, and he wished he could get up and tear them apart, but the reality could only make him lie powerless on the bed.

"Shh!" The round-faced boy was startled by the sound, and hurriedly raised his index finger to his lips, signaling her to keep her voice down, and casually said, "Weird people are weird people, alright, let's continue down."

He pushed the little boys forward like chasing chickens, but when he was about to leave, the round-faced boy looked back at the lonely and gloomy cabin and shook his head, but after more than two years, that gentle and modest senior brother actually It's come down to this.

He heard from other brothers that one of the reasons was related to the long-lost son who was in charge of the sect two years ago. Although there is no evidence to prove that Wen Xunyang was responsible for the disappearance of that man, the young master is sure that it was him. It's terrible... Besides, Wen Xunyang organized the trip to sea.

Of course, at that time, most people didn't believe that the gentle-tempered senior brother would do such a thing, but half a year later, the senior senior brother who had become better and better since his disappearance suddenly seemed to be a different person, not only did he not like to go out , his personality also became irritable and bad, and he could often hear the sound of things falling in his room.

The head and the head's wife were already dissatisfied with Wen Xunyang because of the disappearance of that person, and coupled with his many strange actions, they were even more displeased.

Hearing the sound of footsteps and laughter that were fading away, Wen Xunyang closed his eyes, suddenly he couldn't remember exactly how he got to this point.

Under his strong request that day, no one knew about his abnormality except Wen's father and mother. He knew that his previous actions had ruined the image he had worked so hard for for many years, but now he doesn't ask for anything except to be cured. His strange disease.

It's a pity that they have never heard of this disease. Out of the last bit of affection for him after so many years, Wen's father and Wen's mother asked someone to find a solution to the disease, but until now there is still no news. I don't know whether it was intentional or not. Gradually more and more remote, and finally arrived at this log cabin.

The sunlight outside is getting stronger and stronger, and the light penetrating in is getting stronger and stronger, illuminating Wen Xunyang's expression at this time, his hair is greasy, his ordinary facial features have lost their appearance, and a green color can be faintly seen under his withered and yellow skin. It's not that the chest rises and falls slightly, but it really looks like a corpse.

The aura in his body was empty, and it was sucked clean together with the blood. Thinking of this, his long and pointed nails scratched scars on his wrists, the skin was broken, and tiny green seeds rolled out.

Masochistically, he grabbed the wound bigger, and the seeds in the shape of small round beads were exposed to the air, and soon became shriveled and lost their vitality. Wen Xunyang liked to watch this scene, as if the seeds in his body were also They all died.

"Knock Knock-"

There was a sudden noise outside the door, and Wen Xunyang woke up when he heard the sound, his eyes rolled awkwardly, only to realize that the sky had darkened.

There were a few knocks on the door, the visitor put something down at the door, and left without saying much. Wen Xunyang got up with difficulty, lit the Wanming lamp on the table, and was about to get out of bed to get food.

The door of the cabin was facing the sea. At this time, the sun was setting, and only a little yellow afterglow was hanging in the sky. After the disciples who delivered the food went back, the place was quiet again.

Wen Xunyang became bored because of the things in his body. He picked up the food on the ground, looked at the afterglow in the distance, frowned, and turned around to enter the cabin. On the surface of the sea, he almost lost his voice, "You...it's you!"

The author has something to say:

Wen Chuyi shook the Rejoice Big Wave that had been scalded by Tianlei: Don't worry, this happened half a year ago, and I'll be on stage in the next chapter.