Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

"Oh? Then your honorable name?"

The pair of pupils that were so clear that they were almost golden looked at him, without any emotion in them: "No...name."

"You can call me Qi Nian."

"Seven thoughts, right? Which seven thoughts?"

The man watched him silently.

After a long time, Yu Sheng thought he would not speak anymore, but he slowly said: "Happiness, anger, anger, ignorance, greed, hope, hatred, fear, shock..."

Yu Sheng interrupted him: "I said, you don't know how to count, do you? There are more than seven."

The man shook his head slowly: "Seven, it's a virtual finger, the thoughts of all things are transformed into my body."

"Then your Excellency is really a big man—" Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes: "Could it be a fairy?"

The man tilted his head, and actually nodded.

Yu Sheng suddenly laughed: "Brother Immortal, why do you want to prevent me from disciplining the people?"

The man looked at him, landed on his heels lightly, and walked towards Yu Sheng.

"You..." He was half a head shorter than Yu Sheng, and Yu Zhuo's thin fingers slowly extended towards Yu Sheng's face, as if wanting to touch his face.

Yu Sheng smiled, grabbed his hand, and was shocked by the cold temperature in his hand, and laughed: "What's wrong with me? Could it be that Brother Immortal is here to seduce me?"

The man raised his head slightly, a golden light flashed between his unbelievably beautiful eyebrows and eyes, which came out of his clear pupils: "I have seen your future."

"my future?"

"You have a fairy fate, and the gate of heaven will open for you one day."

Yu Sheng sneered: "Then you gods are really inaccurate, the world is very good, I just want to be a devil who stirs up trouble, and I don't want to go up and sit down with you, unless—"

Yu Sheng's naked eyes lingered on that person's face for a while, but who knew that the person didn't ask him "unless what" at all, his fingers quickly touched his forehead, and a picture suddenly rushed into Yu Sheng's mind.

The sky and the earth are full of black and red, Yu Sheng seems to smell it, the air is filled with the real smell of blood, the ground under his feet is extremely muddy, every step he takes, liquid bursts out and splashes on people's shoes , and all over the mountains and plains are the broken corpses of countless human races.

There was a black figure slowly walking from the mountain of corpses, Yu Sheng recognized it with just one glance, it was himself.

He held a thin man in white clothes in his arms. Although it was white clothes, the cloth was already stained with black and red blood. The man leaned against his arms without a sound, and he heard a strange little tune humming in his throat, The demon mark between the eyebrows was like blood, and the messy black hair was raised in the wind, and it floated onto that person's face. He gently pulled out a hand, brushed away the hair that floated on that person's face, and murmured: "How did you die?"

"Wake up, if it doesn't work, I will go to heaven to find you."

"I didn't say... you can leave after you die?"

There was a burst of silver bell-like music in the sky, Yu Sheng raised his face, in the dark sky, a piece of golden light split through the thick fog, and opened the door to heaven to the world.

The golden light fell on Yu Sheng's face, and also illuminated the face of the person in his arms, that face was as beautiful as a puppet, and the calm and quiet appearance seemed to be asleep.

That face gradually coincided with the facial features of the person in front of Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng suddenly came back to his senses, the man was standing in front of him, looking up at him as if waiting for him to express his impressions, the distance between the two was extremely close, Yu Sheng immediately took a step back, and realized that this movement As if he was afraid of others, Yu Sheng puffed out his chest and said with a smile: "So they came to seek revenge on me."

The man shook his head and said in a little confusion: "I just realized that my calamity is also related to you."

"also?"

The man nodded: "I descended to the mortal world for two reasons: breaking the catastrophe and looking for people."

"Who are you looking for?"

"A person who... used the way of killing to open the gate of heaven by force, trying to deceive the sky and cross the sea."

"Then you're looking for the wrong person. I'm not interested in the heavens at all." Yu Sheng yawned boredly, sat on the ground, waved his hand, and the surrounding branches automatically gathered in front of him, and the flames ignited: "That broken What calamity is it? You gods also have calamity?"

"I don't know..." The man thought about it, and said word by word: "It's a calamity that will make me disappear."

The man glanced at the fire, and then at Yu Sheng who was warming his hands beside the fire: "What are you doing?"

"Keep warm."

The man tilted his head, and slowly squatted down in front of the fire.

Yu Sheng directly grabbed his hand, dragged it to the fire, the warm air covered their hands, Yu Sheng: "Why are your hands so cold?"

The man stared at him blankly, feeling Yu Sheng's warm fingers on the back of his hand, and after a while, his hand also became slightly warm: "Okay."

Yu Sheng: "What's the matter?"

The man did not speak.

"Then you've decided now that I was the one who stole the sky and changed the day, and I was the one who attacked you?"

"do not know."

Yu Sheng didn't believe that he didn't know: "I don't know why you followed me?"

"Give it a try."

"...how to try?"

"You can kill by mistake, don't let it go." The man tilted his head and said obediently.

Yu Sheng immediately grasped the Rakshasa sword at his waist. This sword was quietly brought out by him from the clan. He had just been with him not long ago, and it was a bit difficult to use, because the magic sword Rakshasa has always been the sword of the demon king. He is only the young master of the demon clan now, and he has not yet been fully recognized by this sword.

The Rakshasa sword vibrated in his palm, Yu Sheng clenched the sword tightly: "Be honest."

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the man leaned over, put his hands on his knees, poked his head to his chest, and looked at the sword on his waist curiously: "What is this?"

"...Sword, get out of the way, be careful it hits you." Before the words finished, the Rakshasa sword broke free from Yu Sheng's hand, and a scabbard was drawn on Yu Sheng's chin.

"Wow—" The man flicked back, his eyes were bent, and he said in surprise: "Is this the natal sword of the human race?"

"..." Yu Sheng was sure, this fairy had no brains, he was completely fooled, so don't be too wary.

In the next few days, this person followed him like a tail, saying that he wanted to observe his every move, and supervise him to be good from the heart. Yu Sheng was always suspicious, whether what this person said was false Yes, he is clearly a Bodhisattva.

Killing is not allowed, if not allowed, then not allowed, he is a demon who sneaked out from the extreme north to play, and he has no hatred against others.

It is not allowed to teach the subordinates who chased him back, saying that his methods are too rough and out of style, okay, he can bear it.

It is not allowed to catch a pheasant and roast it to eat. It is said that a pheasant is also a life, and it should not be poisoned by you.

Row!

For the sake of the beauty holding his arm and softly stopping him, Yu Sheng threw away the pheasant that he had caught so hard. The pheasant flapped its wings and flew away, dropping chicken feathers all over the sky, avoiding it precisely The beauty was all stuck to Yu Sheng's hair.

After enduring it for a week, Yu Sheng got angry and his gums were swollen. Now he didn't want to bother with anything, he just wanted to soak some bitter cabbage root in water to get rid of the fire.

So one day when he was walking on the road, he stretched out his hand to the green bitter rapeseed growing on the side of the road——

The man held down his hand, and I still feel pity for the little frown expression.

Yu Sheng was finally immune to the beauty trick. He shook the man's soft and tender hand viciously, and couldn't bear to shake it off: "I'll pull up the weeds! What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with me?!"

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