Anecdotes that cannot be said with the Blackened Demon Lord

gave birth.

So Yun Qing poached Ren Nan's eyes and shaved Ren Nan's eyebrows.

From now on, Ren Nan will never be angry again.

Never be mad at him again.

Of course Ren Nan won't be angry, because Ren Nan is dead.

He committed suicide.

From then on, Yun Qing finally understood what it means to be a doll, no matter how beautiful it is, there is no such thing as the hot breath in the mouth of an ugly child.

Fortunately, God returned his Ren Nan to him again.

Although the face was different, he could change it back.

The knife in Yun Qing's hand pierced Su Yixiu's skin, and red blood beads gradually flowed down the blade.

Dropped on the head of the bed, dyed into plum blossoms.

28 tears

There are so many ways to change the face in the world, but Yun Qing chooses to use the cruelest one.When Yun Qing cut Su Yixiu's face open with a knife, Su Yixiu's first thought was that he was going to lose his appearance, and his unparalleled pretty face was about to leave him.

Looking at Yun Qing's appearance, he was afraid that he wanted to get another Ren Nan for himself.

Su Yixiu is not Ren Nan, there is nothing like Ren Nan from head to toe, Su Yixiu knows this, Yun Qing knows it better, but he still thinks Su Yixiu is Ren Nan.This can only mean one thing.

It is impossible for Ren Nan to be found.Who is impossible to find?

Only dead people.

Ren Nan is dead.

This is the first information Su Yixiu knows.

"So you killed Ren Nan?"

Yun Qing's hands began to tremble, and he could hardly hold the blade in his hand, his eyes turned red, as if recalling some embarrassing past.

"I didn't kill Ren Nan, and Ren Nan didn't die... Aren't you Ren Nan? I know, you are still angry with me, angry that I went to your bed, angry that I cut your tongue, angry I shaved your browbones, gouged out your eyes... Who made it always say things I don't like to hear and make expressions I don't like? I promise I won't do it again, okay?"

"Let's start over, shall we?"

Yun Qing's tone turned into a plea.

If he ignored the knife in his hand and the blood on his face, Su Yixiu might really be moved by him.

"not good."

Going to someone's bed can also be said that you are crazy about love, what's the matter with cutting out someone's tongue, cutting out someone's eyebrow bone and gouging out someone's eyeball?It would be strange if Ren Nan followed you.

Su Yixiu always felt that he was a scumbag, but he didn't expect to know what a fighter among scumbags was after seeing Yun Qing.

"So you want to cut off my tongue, cut my browbones, and gouge out my eyeballs?"

Yun Qing should be thankful that Su Yixiu could not move while lying on the bed, otherwise he would have sat up and slapped him several times.Fortunately, Su Yixiu's words were not useless, the blade that penetrated into the flesh suddenly stopped in place.

It hurts, the flesh is torn apart.

Su Yixiu felt that when he came to this world, he came to suffer and suffer, so there was no time for him to slack off.

"I'm not talking about you. People like you are not worthy of love."

"Because you never only loved yourself."

"When you took Ren Nan, did you ask him if he was willing? When you hurt Ren Nan, did you ever think about whether he would hurt him? He has been with you here for so many years. Doesn't it mean that he has you in his heart? You clearly You could have chosen a gentler way to express your love, but you chose the most extreme way."

"Ren Nan...does Ren Nan like me too?"

Su Yixiu didn't know.He is just satisfied.

Satisfied that Yunqing finally threw away the knife in his hand, satisfied that the wound on his face did not expand any further.

Who knows whether Ren Nan likes Yun Qing or not.

Who cares.

Su Yixiu doesn't know if Ren Nan likes Yun Qing or not, maybe Ren Nan has no feelings for Yun Qing at all, but giving him hope and then disappointing him is more painful than directly disappointing him.

Yun Qing must know that Ren Nan loves him, so that Ren Nan's death can deal a big enough blow to him.

Su Yixiu wanted to see Yun Qing in pain, the more pain the better.

Su Yixiu knew that he was broken, broken from the inside out.

This is probably the nature of human beings. When one is in pain, one hopes that the whole world will suffer with him.

Su Yixiu's words were like a knife, piercing Yun Qing's heart. Su Yixiu never thought that one day he could become so cruel, and he felt extremely happy when he said such hurtful words.

"So you should die. What reason do you have to live? Ren Nan is already waiting for you below, how long do you want him to wait?"

Yun Qing's body began to sway.

He fell off the bed, his legs and feet didn't even have the strength to support his body.He stared blankly at the blade in his hand, there was still Su Yixiu's blood on it, as if he had made up his mind, he clenched the blade tightly and pressed it against his heart.

"Yes. That's right, just stab in like this, and everything will be over after stabbing in."

Su Yixiu's words lured Yun Qing like a beautiful snake, he didn't know whether Yun Qing deserved to die, he only knew that if Yun Qing didn't die, he would die, or live in more pain than dying.

Su Yixiu felt that he was becoming more and more like a person in this world, just as selfish and indifferent.

But what Su Yixiu didn't expect was that Yun Qing was not seduced by him.

Yun Qing has lived in this world longer than him, so naturally she can adapt to this world better than him.

Su Yixiu watched Yun Qing stand up from the ground crying and laughing, and walked towards him step by step holding the blade that was originally on the ground in his heart.

The tears on Yun Qing's face were still wet, to show that he was really the one who was heartbroken and weeping bitterly just now, but now it seems that the tears remaining on his face are just a joke.

Weakness and cruelty can appear so harmoniously on the same face.

"You are such a bad baby, how dare you pretend to be my Ren Nan."

Yun Qing had an extra iron rod in his hand, which was the one he wanted to use to break Su Yixiu's leg when he first met Su Yixiu.

It's a pity that no one can help him hold the iron rod now.

"what--"

Su Yixiu thought that there would be no more pain to make him cry out, but when the iron rod fell on his leg, Su Yixiu realized that the pain he had tasted was still pitiful.

The bones must have been broken, and the muscles were crushed into minced meat.

Su Yixiu was dragged by Yun Qing's hair from the bed to the ground, leaving a bloodstain on the ground where the broken leg passed by.

"Of course you want me to die. If I die, you can live and fly with your little lover. But why should I sacrifice myself to make it possible for you two?"

"I haven't even perfected myself."

Su Yixiu's face was pale, and there were fine pieces of cold sweat on his forehead.The pain in his legs made him speechless, and even opening his eyes took all his strength. His ears were buzzing, and it took him a long time to hear what Yun Qing said to him.

"You like him, don't you? Then I shouldn't torture you, I should torture him."

Yun Qing threw Su Yixiu to the ground.Su Yixiu was thrown dizzy.

After finally waking up for a while, she saw Yun Qing bringing Lu Feilian over.

At this time, Lu Feilian was weak and pitiful.

He is still in his fantasy.In the most painful nightmare of his life.

Su Yixiu really wanted to help him, but found that he was also in danger.

"You're mistaken, I don't like him."

I just use him as a toy.

Su Yixiu finally had a sense of accomplishment, because the gods in Yunxi Valley finally made mistakes.How could he like Lu Feilian?In his mind, Lu Feilian had no meaning other than being the protagonist, and he was with Lu Feilian just to get himself out of this world quickly—leaving this world meant getting out of Lu Feilian.

So how could he like Lu Feilian?

Yun Qing was so wrong.

"Really? You really don't like him?"

Yun Qing dragged Su Yixiu from the ground into her arms, and stroked Su Yixiu's back like a lover.

Su Yixiu's eyes were blindfolded, and the scattered bangs covered his eyes so that he couldn't see clearly.At this time, Yun Qing looked like a demon, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.Su Yixiu regretted it so much, he shouldn't have come to this Yunxi Valley, now he would rather go back to the Demon Realm than stay here for a while.

But there is no such thing as regret medicine in the world.

"If you smash his dantian, I will believe you."

Yun Qing gave Su Yixiu a knife, put it in his palm, and looked at him encouragingly.Su Yixiu thought that Yun Qing was too naive, there was nothing wrong with smashing other people's dantian, the smashed dantian belonged to others and not his own, could it be possible that the pain of others could be passed on to himself?

Yun Qing is so stupid.Su Yixiu thought.

So Su Yixiu held the knife in his hand without hesitation, dragged his crippled legs, and climbed up to Lu Feilian.

Lu Feilian at this time is really pitiful.

He huddled and hid in the corner of the wall, waving his arms as if he could avoid those pervasive flames, he was so concerned about those fires that he didn't even notice that Su Yixiu appeared in front of him.

Of course, even if Lu Feilian is fine, he may not be able to recognize that the person in front of him is Su Yixiu.

As I said before, Su Yixiu was disfigured by Yun Qing.

A wide and long scar ran from Su Yixiu's left eye to his jaw, and bright red blood stained his face.

But when he raised the blade in his hand, his eyes suddenly blurred.

A drop of crystal fell from the eye socket, stinging the wound with pain.

Su Yixiu didn't admit that he couldn't do it, he held the handle of the knife and inserted it into Lu Feilian's dantian without hesitation——

And at this moment, Lu Feilian, who had been in the illusion all this time, suddenly woke up. The person in front of him was unrecognizable to others, but Lu Feilian recognized him right away.The joy in his eyes hadn't been fully expressed, but the severe pain in his stomach was enough to freeze his expression.He looked at his stomach, at the dagger connected to his stomach, at the pair of blood-stained hands on the dagger.