I, scum gong, never adore Master

【season finale】

"Don't go out, don't meddle in those things outside."

Bu Lingchen looked sideways, and saw a man tightly wrapped in a black robe leaning against the door of the palace, he lifted his hood, revealing a terrifying face.

His face, which was originally as pale as a dead man's, was covered with criss-cross bony gaps. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the cracks on his face opened up again.

Bu Lingchen frowned, walked quickly, and tore open the skirt of his clothes.

Sure enough, from the neck to the chest, it was like a severed wound, and the bone was even visible on the shoulder.

"What the hell did you do to you?!"

Feng Wuyou grabbed Bu Lingchen's hand that wanted to continue the inspection, smiled nonchalantly and said, "This is what I did on my own, you don't need to bother to treat me, you know..."

It was quiet for an instant, and a needle could be heard falling.

Feng Wuyou still smiled: "I'm going to die as you wish."

"Uh……"

"Don't chase after him, Jiang Ye will be fine, he will keep him no matter what."

"His?"

Feng Wuyou nodded, suddenly frowned, pain spread across his face, he gritted his teeth and struggled, only then did Bu Lingchen realize that his palms were covered in blood.

Feng Wuyou was wearing black clothes, at first glance, nothing could be seen, but in fact, the blood that was about to drain from his body had already soaked the black robe.

But he seemed to feel no pain, and even smiled and said, "Can you help me in and rest for a while?"

Bu Lingchen pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, he still helped Feng Wuyou into the hall, turned around and was about to leave: "You wait for me here, and I'll come back to see you when I'm done."

He looked at him deeply, almost glaring angrily, but harbored some kind of unexplainable affection deeply hidden.

"Don't die until I come back."

"Then I may not be able to wait for your return."

"Uh..." Feng Wuyou kept smiling, leaned on the back of the chair and let out a sigh of relief, wiping away the blood stains that had ooze from the light cough just now.

"It's useless for you to go, Wutong and Yunjian, which one can you stop? Even if it's my atonement, you've helped him enough. You should leave it to me for the only time left now." ?”

"Uh……"

"Bu Lingchen, you are actually more heartless than me."

He suddenly said such a sentence for no reason, causing Bu Lingchen who was standing behind him to clenched his fists and lowered his eyelashes.

Feng Wuyou sighed: "Anyway, I have come to this point, and I don't care anymore. I thought that 1000 years ago, I didn't care what you think of me, but I didn't die at that time, I was still alive, and I could When I have a chance, I will ask you face to face, ask you..."

When he said this, he suddenly paused, sighed, and didn't really want to continue talking, but they knew each other what the unfinished words were.

Feng Wuyou squinted his eyes slightly, and never moved away from Bu Lingchen.

"Forget it, let's not get ahead, let's not mention it..." Feng Wuyou let out a long sigh of relief, and he didn't know if it was because of this sigh, or because his body hurt too much.

Bu Lingchen didn't speak the whole time, probably knowing that Feng Wuyou didn't have much time left, he hesitated again and again and took out a pill from his sleeve to stuff Feng Wuyou's mouth.

"It's useless, you can't cure me."

"I know." He was very close to him, his eyelashes drooping, he didn't look at him, his voice was calm, but Feng Wuyou could still hear the trembling in it.

"It's just... just to save me from the pain for a while?" Feng Wuyou smiled, took the pill into his mouth with his fingers, and brushed the tip of his tongue across the other's fingertips ambiguously.

Feng Wuyou could feel Bu Lingchen's hands shaking.

He is not unfeeling towards him after all, he has him in his heart after all.

"You are dying, but before I die, I can't do anything without telling you. I don't want you to hate me all the time after death. I'm actually very selfish. I hope you will always remember me, even if it makes you suffer. you're uncomfortable."

He said: "The wounds on my body were made by Wutong."

"Ah!!" Bu Lingchen looked at Feng Wuyou with wide eyes in astonishment as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Is it surprising? Do you think that I have been loyal to him for thousands of years, and he should not kill me anyway?" Feng Wuyou sneered and said, "If I was really loyal to him, he would not treat me like this , even if it is to keep a weapon in hand, it will not hurt my life."

"You...you betrayed him?"

"Yeah." Feng Wuyou closed his eyes and said calmly: "Strictly speaking, I didn't betray him. I have never been loyal to him from the beginning. I have been lurking by his side for many years, and it is not for some reason to become a god. You know me Yes, I have never disdained immortality and becoming a god."

"Then you...then why did you..."

"I am a person of the way of heaven." Feng Wuyou stared at Bu Lingchen with fixed eyes, on his cracked and broken face, those cracks opened as he spoke, it was hideous.

"I have been lurking by Wutong's side since the very beginning. If he wants to get the power of Nirvana, Tiandao also needs to get it. Tiandao let Wutong do that thousands of years ago.

It was just to completely destroy the power after Wutong took out the power of Nirvana, but Wutong's ambition made Tiandao feel that this person was unreliable, not to mention that he was too stupid, and he had planned for so long without success. "

The truth was suddenly revealed, which was shocking and unacceptable.

After a long silence, after calm thinking, Bu Lingchen suddenly said: "So Tiandao changed his plan, thinking that Wutong's only use value is to force Yunjian into a desperate situation?"

"Yes." Feng Wuyou said: "A few years ago, Jiang Ye's appearance was arranged by me, but I didn't expect him to be the reincarnated Liquan."

Even if he stopped talking, Bu Lingchen understood.

After Tiandao found out that Liquan reappeared and developed into a lover with Yunjian, his plan changed.

He let Wutong hurt Jiang Ye, and saved Jiang Ye's life in a critical moment.Including in the Shenmai Cave in Cangwu City, when Jiang Ye's life was hanging by a thread, the inexplicably released divine power was also used to protect Jiang Ye's life.Even after returning from Huihui Island, Jiang Ye died, and the rescue method Bu Lingchen found was in Tiandao's plan.

Seeing their deep affection, until it is determined that Yun Jian can sacrifice his life for Jiang Ye, the plan is complete.

The way of heaven wants to destroy the power of Nirvana, and only Yun Jian can take it out by offering a sacrifice. In any case, it is impossible for Wutong to make Yun Jian give up his life, but Jiang Ye can...

A good calculation...

"I don't let you go, not to let you accompany me, nor to let you help me bury me after I die, I just think... it doesn't make any sense for you to go. Feng Lan Yunjian is doomed to die , he himself is willing.

As for Jiang Ye, he is Liquan, the incarnation of all the rivers and rivers in this world. He cannot die, and the law of heaven will not let him have trouble. Whether you go or not, the result will be the same, so you can rest assured. "

After talking so much, Feng Wuyou still felt tired. He closed his eyes and could still feel Bu Lingchen not far from him. He lay down in peace, waiting for death to come.

"Feng Wuyou, if you die, I will properly bury you."

Feng Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then smiled suddenly, and asked innocently: "Then will there be a lot of flowers in front of my grave? You don't know how to plant a lot of herbs, do you? You used to be... I can't stand the smell."

"Grow flowers instead of herbs, flowers that attract bees and butterflies."

"But I don't want so many bees, and I don't want so many butterflies. I just want to provoke you, a bee and a butterfly."

"Uh……"

"Then... how often do you come to see me?"

"Every Ching Ming Festival, and... your birthday and death day..."

"You still remember my birthday..." Feng Wuyou closed his eyes and did not open his eyes, and smiled with his lips parted, the vertical and horizontal grooves on his face seemed less ferocious.

Perception is being erased, not only the body but also the soul is shattered, Feng Wuyou can feel that his body and soul are disintegrating, they are all dismembered into pieces, and finally they will be crushed into ashes, shattered into powder ...

Before his consciousness and perception were about to dissipate, a pair of arms seemed to embrace him, making his dead-like body, which had been cold for thousands of years, finally ignite a burst of heat...

He smiled.

final satisfaction...

But he didn't hear the last words that Bu Lingchen leaned into his ear, his voice was hoarse.

"Well... I remember."

"Wu Lianfeng has your clothes tomb. It's been 1000 years. Have you seen it?"

There was no sound in his ears, Bu Lingchen slowed down for a moment, and his arms tightened a little, he was hoarse, and suddenly asked: "You haven't told me yet, why did you..."

Why do you want to do this?

He didn't continue to ask, as if he understood without asking, not to mention, no one answered him.

Which mortal can live 1000 years?What's more... 1000 years ago, he was holding a medicine jar and was dying...

Without the sense of life and death contract, it is very difficult for Jiang Ye to find Yun Jian in the vast Demon Realm.

He didn't know if he could find him, and he didn't know if Yun Jian would have a chance to say the last word to him when he found him, whether he could just hug his corpse and take him away, or There were no corpses, they were all burned to smoke and ashes, as if they had never appeared in his life.

Jiang Ye has been looking for it, but the magic domain is too big...

He can't find it...

The last bit of Nirvana power that was tightly clenched scorched his palm, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

……

The Demon Realm is huge, with tens of thousands of Demon Palaces. Even though Wutong searched through most of them very quickly, he still couldn't find the Demon Palace where Jiang Ye was. He even began to speculate whether Yun Jian didn't hide Jiang Ye in Here, is it a deliberate attempt to let him miss the opportunity?

Knowing that if the power of Nirvana was completely absorbed by Jiang Ye, he would have no chance again, so anxious that he let go of his consciousness almost madly, and took the risk of covering the entire Demon Realm.

At this moment, a flexible silk thread was thrown out, completely severing the consciousness he sent out to search.

Wutong suddenly opened his eyes, and bright red blood trickled down the corner of his lips.

He looked at Yun Jian who was chasing him, and suddenly smiled.

"Can't those stupid monks entangle you? Have you killed them all, or do you leave your clansmen to fight with them? The Yi clan is sealed in the divine veins, and they are absorbed by these monks every day. Weak and weak, there are many people in the Xianmen sect, they can't fight..."

"Feng Lanyun remonstrates, you really cut off all your feelings, even disregarding the life and death of the old department, you are really heartless..."

Let him sarcasm, Yun Jian didn't say anything, just dispatched the little Nirvana fire left in his body.

His divine power has been sealed for thousands of years, and everyone thought he was weak enough; the Nirvana fire never came out easily. It was his gentleness to this world that made everyone underestimate how hot the Nirvana fire was.

He is an innate god, His Royal Highness Feng Lan from the Nine Heavens, the Lord of the Protoss, and a demon god who almost destroyed the world ten thousand years ago.

Turning one's hands into clouds and turning one's hands into rain can destroy mountains, rivers, and heaven and earth.

But he has never done this before, he left the world to his true love, no matter ten thousand years ago, thousands of years ago, or now...

But gentleness is never used to be ridiculed, compassion is not a reason to be regarded as weak, and ardent love is not worth being fooled.

After Fenglan Yunjian's divine power returned, it was never difficult to solve a Wutong.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the scarlet sky in the Demon Realm became even darker. There seemed to be a gap in the sky, and the hurricane was wrapped in thick black, straight to the ground.

The white gauze covering both eyes was blown away by the wind, and the peach blossom eyes that had been tender and affectionate suddenly opened, and there were no glazed beads in them, only an abyss-like blackness left.

The blazing Nirvana Fire surrounds the body like a fire dragon, and under the extremely high temperature, only a mass of blazing white can be seen.

The phoenix screamed and soared into the sky, and the whole body of the white-feathered phoenix was covered with hot flames.

Suddenly swooped down to the phoenix tree!

It was also the mournful and long cry of the phoenix that suddenly gave Jiang Ye the direction.

The sky was dark red and thick black, only the blazing white halo came from a distance, crashing into Jiang Ye's eyes, he was stunned, and before he had time to think about it, he used the unfamiliar divine power to run against the wind.

His ears were filled with the buzzing sound of the bitter wind, but he seemed to be unable to hear anything, his heart was beating like a drum, and he was gasping for breath.

The endlessly churning thick dark clouds pressed down lower and lower, making it hard for people to breathe.

He was getting closer and closer to the blazing white light, his eyes were so irritated that he was almost blind, the hot air waves hit his body, and the edges of his ironed clothes were burnt out with golden curls, which turned into ashes and disappeared behind him .

This grand miracle was dazzling, and the monk in the distance couldn't help stopping the blade in his hand and looked up.

Feng Yi was covered in blood. He knelt down on one knee and looked at the flames in astonishment. After a moment of trance, he finally came to his senses amidst the cries of the divine birds of the Yi clan.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he shouted hoarsely: "No...don't!! Lord!!"

Wutong's hood was scorched by the fire, revealing the half-burned face. He was sad and desperate, and stared miserably and viciously at Baifeng who was about to devour him.

"Master—"

The figure in the distance gradually approached, Bai Feng was stunned for a moment, and he glanced at Wutong almost at the same time.

The young man came against the wind, but the closer he got, the more the wind pressure here hindered him. He trudged forward step by step, staggering, embarrassed, and desperately approaching.

Like a moth to a flame, like frost and snow to a boiling water.

Half of Wutong's body, including his soul, was burned by the fire of Nirvana, but he smiled suddenly, showing his infatuation madly and ferociously.

"Feng Lan Yunjian, you love him, but you will leave him after all, and you will exchange him, but in the end, I will go to the abyss with you, and I will die together? You love him, but you can't be with him." Shou, no matter how much you hate me, you will still fall into hell with me!"

The raging flames grew stronger and stronger.

Half of the feathers on the chest of the huge white phoenix that Jiang Ye saw in the sky were mottled, which was caused by Yun Jian's remorse, self-blame, and self-destruction due to pain when he was in Tongxiu Temple.

Now, when the blazing white flame completely engulfed the parasol tree, the white phoenix in the air burned completely in an instant.

The sky seemed to be collapsing, and the fiery light cluster condensed to the end, leaving only a little spot of light, and finally... Finally, it turned into ashes that could no longer light up...

Nothing is left.

Everything I saw just now seemed to be an illusion.

Jiang Ye didn't know how his footsteps stopped. He kept looking at the scorched soil that had been burned by the flames, his eyes were red from the heat wave, but he couldn't shed tears, as if all the water had been drained from his body. , to die.

"Master."

His voice was very low, especially clear in the quiet world, and his breath could be heard.

The soul seemed unable to control the body, he wanted to run, but his legs were numb, the soles of his feet were soft, it was difficult for him to move, and his breath seemed to be forgotten.

"Master..."

"Master—"

Strong emotions finally pierced the throat, and desperate wailing penetrated the entire empty wilderness.

He ran towards the embers, but his eyes were filled with impenetrable mist, which was the thick white smoke that drifted away after being burned through by the flames. He searched for it in the endless mist.

all of a sudden—

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and he was choking for breath, not daring to move.

The scorching breath lingered around the neck, and the familiar slow voice whispered tiredly: "Why are you disobedient? I told you not to come..."

"Master... Master..."

Jiang Ye's voice was extremely hoarse, he didn't know whether it was because of the smoke, or he was hoarse. His hands trembled and he raised them, and folded them on the hands around his waist.

"Um……"

The familiar voice snorted softly and sighed, "I'm here."

"Master!"

"I'm here."

Tears finally welled up in his eyes, and Jiang Ye laughed and cried again, he turned around suddenly, buried his head in front of his master's chest, and hugged him tightly with his arms.

The dense mist was too thick, and they were so close that they couldn't see his master's face clearly at night, but could only feel the cold hands holding his face.

Inch by inch, he kissed away the tears on his cheek.

Those thin lips that brush against the skin are cooler than hands...

The moment their foreheads touched, he heard Yun Jian say, "Let me see you again."

In the blink of an eye, Yun Jian had already entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Ye saw his master.

Still separated by a stream, he saw white plums falling one after another, falling on his master's shoulders and on his master's long silver hair. His master stood tall and beautiful in front of his eyes, with a fairy appearance, just like this life. World, the first visit to Shenyin Peak Water Pavilion.

Peach blossom eyes contained beautiful glass-colored pearls, and he looked at Jiang Ye with a slight smile on his lips.

"Master, you...you wait for me, I'll come right over!"

Jiang Ye hurriedly stepped into the stream, was about to cross the river, and was about to walk to his master, but before he raised his eyes, layers of light particles had scattered on the green grass in front of him, like fireflies at night.

He was only one step away from stepping onto the shore, but he stopped.

The trembling eyelashes slowly lifted up, the light particles scattered quickly, turned into smoke, and turned into ashes, when he suddenly raised his head, there was nothing in front of him, he stretched out his hand to hold it, but he couldn't hold it anymore, he Stretched arms to embrace, but in vain...

"Master?"

no respond.

"Master, Master..."

Still no response.

Something suddenly blurred his eyes.

"Master—"

There was nothing left, no green grass, no white plums, no streams, only white mist so dense that he could not get out remained, trapped him in it.

His whole world was dead, and there was nothing around him quietly.

Jiang Ye silently grasped the remaining power of Nirvana in his palm, watched his tears dripping on it, and extinguished the last cluster of Nirvana fire.

This catastrophe is over.

Losing the meaning of struggle, in the eyes of the monks, Wutong died, and they no longer had the chance to ascend to godhood. The so-called "devil head" also died, and they no longer had to worry about evil spirits wreaking havoc on the world.

It's a terrifyingly empty place, with nothing but peace.

In the silence stood a boy who looked like a wooden puppet.

There was no brilliance in his almond eyes, and he scanned everyone calmly—the birds of the Yi clan hovered in the air, screaming, Fengyi lost all hope, his obsession collapsed, and he committed suicide. Those monks didn't know what to do, just stared Watch him, look at him.

Even the cracks in the Demon Realm in the sky were repaired, blocking the miasma in the Demon Realm. When the monks saw it, they knew that they could not stay in the Demon Realm for a long time with their own cultivation, and they all scattered like birds and beasts.

Among the crowd, only Luo Yan was left.

Jiang Ye looked at him, the eyes that were originally clear and lively lost all light, only endless darkness remained, like a cold pool of stagnant water, like a muddy abyss.

Jiang Ye suddenly opened his mouth, and calmly said in a voice that was almost hoarse: "You belong to him, so tell me, how do I have to die so that I can return to one place with his soul?"

"Uh..." Luo Yan swallowed his throat, his eyes full of concern, "Jiang Ye, he hopes you live well, you..."

He took two steps forward, but he avoided him like a scourge, staggering back.

"He didn't even leave a body, and I couldn't be buried with him."

Only then did Luo Yan notice that the boy's slender hands were covered with mud and mixed with blood. He dug for a long time, but he didn't even get a piece of clothes.

It's like his little broken bird, his master, has never appeared before.

It really turned into smoke and burned into mist, leaving no embers.

Jiang Ye lowered his eyelashes, he couldn't even shed tears, he just looked at the last Nirvana power in his palm dully.

"If I am also burned to death by the fire of Nirvana, can I go to him?"

"Don't be impulsive!"

He ran towards Jiang Ye, but Jiang Ye suddenly shouted: "Go away!!"

"Evernight."

"You all think I'm stupid, you all think I'm stupid, you all think I can only be protected by him, don't you? I know everything, I know everything!! Luo Yan, you are a person of Heavenly Dao, and Heavenly Dao has helped you from the very beginning. I have a purpose, right?"

Holding his forehead that was so painful that it was about to explode, he roared hoarsely: "You lied to me, why didn't I know earlier... You just want him to die! From the very beginning..."

He's crazy, crazy, crazy.

Roaring and howling wildly towards the clouds that were gradually being pushed aside.

"Let me die too, let me die too! Take me away too, Master... Please, take me away, I don't want to stay, alone..."

His divine power was scattered all over his body, and those powers were forced out of his body by him, and turned into pieces of frost-like blades, cutting through his whole body, wanting to cut off his own bones and cut off his own flesh and blood.

But he couldn't even feel the pain, and those fatal injuries caused by himself were repaired in an instant.

He got the real power of Nirvana...

No injury, no death, no death, no death.

This is a curse on him!

Feng Lan Yun Jian was so cruel to him.

He couldn't even kill himself, even die, or even hurt himself, but if his body doesn't hurt, does it really hurt?

His heart aches to death, but no one caresses his heart anymore, gently kisses the corner of his lips, to coax him, to comfort him, to say... love him.

He...hate him so much...

Is everything... over?

The author says:

There is no end, the ending still has the second half, it's HEHEHE! !

I will finish the second half tonight, but it will be later.