I heard that I am an affectionate male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

It began to rain in the evening.

Xuan Jie didn't hear anything, the only thing he could distinguish in this silent world was his own heartbeat - it wasn't even a heartbeat, it was his soul, his origin, only half of his remaining flame was jumping suddenly in his chest moving.The drizzle at night was colder than the snow, and the wet seeped through the new clothes and poured into the body. This was the first time in Zhu Zhao's life that he was afraid of the cold.

It wasn't Cangyu's attitude, let alone Cangyu's words, but the real thing. Goosebumps suddenly arose on his skin, and he felt a chill from the outside to the inside.

He clearly realized that he was weakened, and unlike the moment of illness and collapse, he was cut in half, and the other half of unconscious power was stored in another body.

When a mortal or even a monster is cut open, the heart and blood dripping inside will be exposed, but the bodies of Xuan Jie and Ci Danfeng are both empty. The former is itself a ball of fire, and the latter is already ready to be a perfect In the container, he slowly took over the flame that was enough to burn the common people back to 3000 million years ago into the mortal body, and with an insignificant snake body, he endured it with a flesh and blood body.

Ci Danfeng was not sweating, almost his whole body seemed to be glowing, flames protruded from his skin, blood overflowed from his skin, the blazing flame reflected him into a red glow in the sky at night, and the fire quickly dimmed After falling down, his face turned blue, but blood trickled down his fingertips, and there were several bloodstains on his face in a mess, which looked like tears.

"Are you okay?" Ci Danfeng even gently asked how Xuan Jie was doing, as if he was not the one who tore the candle alive.

Xuan Jie was lying on the ground unable to move, his chest was empty, the space lacking half of the soul fire was blowing cold wind and rain, he blinked and said weakly: "I can't die."

"Ha..." Ci Danfeng laughed, he slid down, leaned against the big tree, and said softly, "You are so interesting."

The demon king really didn't have much strength, the shocking act of seizing half of the source of the candle took half an hour after a game of chess, it was unbelievably fast, God seemed blind and deaf, and didn't have the slightest intention of warning by thunder.He panted slowly, trying to keep his life alive. In fact, the pain hadn't diminished, but he was just getting used to it——this kind of pain, he would have to endure another hundred or thousand years.

"You said at the time that there was a story." Xuan Jie said suddenly, he hadn't experienced such pain, and he didn't want to go back at this moment, lest Cangyu find out, the pain didn't matter, he didn't want Cangyu to be sad—like It was as sad as that day, only one time is enough.

"Now you want to hear it?" The demon king's tone suddenly became flat, as if all his emotions and sorrows were stored in a box, sealed into a ruthless person, "That's too tiring to say."

Xuan Jie then asked, "How tired are you?"

"I don't know, just thinking about it makes me tired, even opening my tongue and moving my lips, I feel tired."

Xuan Jie thought: That is really tiring.

However, this has nothing to do with Zhuzhao, so Xuan Jie said stubbornly: "It doesn't matter, the genius has not been dark for a long time, hurry up, I can finish talking overnight."

Ci Danfeng laughed, he wasn't angry with Xuan Jie, nor did he say that he couldn't finish talking about it for ten days and ten nights. I don't know that many things in this world have accumulated into countless memories through the years, and even a smile is worth spending three days and three nights, but I began to talk about it patiently and calmly.

A snake is a snake. When he was not so strong, Ci Danfeng was just an ordinary snake. At that time, he had just become the demon king and could not convince the public. There are many demons, he is not a very pleasing demon king, there are as many friends as enemies.

Xuan Jie listened, but didn't respond.

The tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, the plucked phoenix was not as good as a chicken, and the snake was scaled, skinned, and thrown in the wasteland. In fact, it was not much different from a meat worm.

Ci Danfeng was still very young at the time, and young life always hopes to come quickly, and so does despair. Those big demons kept his life, but they wanted to see the new demon king die in humiliation, and watch him be exposed to the sun like a bug. Under the sun, they were trampled into flesh.It's a pity that the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes. There are always fools who are willing to be this kind person. He rescued Ci Danfeng in a meddlesome way, not caring how ugly the snake is, or whether what he does is meaningful or not.

The evil in this world always looks down on the good. Even good people have many enemies.

On the third day of Ci Danfeng's recovery, he went back to the demon world and sat on the blood-sucking seat again on his bones. He promised to repay him and came back to pick up her. It was a skeleton, hanging upside down on the vine under the shade of Cidanfeng, connected by threads of flesh and blood. The gangsters laughed and were drinking and having fun.

"He still held his breath and died in peace when he saw me coming."

Ci Danfeng was very calm when he said these words. He did not know how many times he had repeated this scene in his heart. Demons don't dream, at least they rarely dream, but he often dreams of this day. Sadness, it was just a dream, even though he had forgotten the person's name and appearance later, he said softly: "I thought he was dead, but I didn't know that his eyes moved again and fixed on me. Don't worry about me, you won't leave until I come."

"and after."

It is very difficult to understand between people, let alone Xuan Jie, he just urged the story to end quickly, the sorrow and joy of others are just sour rain in the wind, it will be gone after it rains.

"I hung those people up. It's too boring to cut them with a knife, so I let the snakes surround them. I don't know how long he lived, but those people lived for seven days." Ci Danfeng said flatly, " The Emperor of Heaven has been the Emperor of Heaven for many years. When I bowed his head at that time, he sent the gods to ask me why I committed the grievances of the past and the present. These mortals are destined to be doomed. It is predestined long ago that in the previous life, he enjoyed pleasure, but in the present he suffers; in the past life, he was fierce, but now he will be weak and deceitful."

Xuan Jie laughed out loud, he didn't think the whole thing was ridiculous, but he thought Ci Danfeng's tone was really funny.

Ci Danfeng didn't smile, and said slowly: "So I said, let them come to me in the next life, if they have the ability, they can cut me alive, or add ten thousand snakes to their bodies."

"Oh, you took my origin to let the heavens taste the suffering of mortals?" Xuan Jie didn't see through the world, but he vaguely understood that everything has a cause and an effect, if this is what Ci Danfeng once wanted to tell His own story, which made him suffer so much that he wanted to swallow everything brought about by greed, is undoubtedly this human being, "Do you love him?"

"Love?" Ci Danfeng asked in surprise, "Would you love someone you can't remember anymore? You are so young for your appearance, voice, name and everything. Do you think many things are forever? Demons are like people , will be forgotten, when people are old, they will not remember things about their youth, and if a demon has lived for a long time, many things will not be remembered.”

Xuan Jie let out an "oh" and didn't say anything more.

"I just won't trust him like I trust others or even monsters anymore." Ci Danfeng laughed sarcastically, "Not because I really trust him so much, but because he is dead, and he never betrayed until his death As long as I am alive, anything can happen, whether it is for profit or for the truth, I can't believe it."

Xuan Jie began to wonder again, he really knew too little about this world, if he didn't understand these questions, he wouldn't feel at ease even if he stayed in Qingqiu: "Then why did you do this?"

"If you only care about this person in your life, are you willing to break the sky for him and be fair?"

Xuan Jie seemed to understand all of a sudden, but he felt that he didn't understand anything. He didn't want to ask Ci Danfeng if his guess was right. Those things can't be expressed in words, so he just said in a daze: "I am willing to help the Cang Jade does that."

When he finished saying this, he thought clearly that he couldn't understand Ci Danfeng.

But in fact, Xuan Jie doesn't care whether he can understand the demon king's thoughts and actions, all of this has already happened, whether he understands it or not, it will not change everything that is happening now.His chest has been completely closed, locking in the wind and rain, and those mortal worlds were burned to pieces, Xuan Jie gradually didn't feel the pain, he just felt tired.

It seems that it is not Ci Danfeng who tells this story, but him.

So Xuan Jie slowly got up from the ground, thinking of Ci Danfeng answering his questions about Rong Dan while playing chess, the demon king has prepared for a thousand years for a mortal who has long died, he doesn't care if the gods in the sky have long forgotten the world And there's this character, it's not resentment, let alone emotion, it's just acting as it pleases.

He wanted to do it, and he did.

Xuan Jie and Rong Dan are just two pawns in his chess game.

"I can see it." Ci Danfeng chuckled lightly. He looked at Xuan Jie teasingly and coldly, but the smile didn't reach his heart. Those desperate courage and madness were dedicated to Cang Yu on Xuan Jie's body. A life's allegiance to another life is something that the demon king, who is both ambitious and suspicious, can never imagine.

Ci Danfeng didn’t tell a lot of stories, he didn’t talk about the dozens of human heads that filled the yard, he didn’t talk about those flies buzzing like dark clouds in summer, he didn’t talk about the spring flowers and autumn moons he had experienced for thousands of years, What kind of desert yellow sand have I walked through, those flying heads, those sour blood, those wines that burned the heart, and those unforgettable betrayals.

That was the story of his youth, with the mighty madness and casualness, growing wantonly in his chest, swallowing half of Zhuzhao's life and strength alive.

He can contain it, but he cannot control it.

And the true master of power, at his youngest age, had quietly died in a romantic relationship with the person he cared about the most.