After passing through the book, the devil wants to kill me

Lou Yun stared at the sword tassel, trembled short of breath, and then forcibly restrained himself.

He stared blankly for a while, in a trance, and when he finally closed the secret compartment, his fingers were cold and numb, and he pushed it several times before successfully pushing the secret compartment back to its original position.

When I walked to the door of the study room, the cold night wind passed by my side, and the silver headband at the end of my hair was not fastened, and was swept into the air by the wind, and fell to the ground in a half-spin.

The long ink-colored hair was scattered, and Lou Yun didn't seem to notice it.

He took a few steps forward and stopped. Under the cold moonlight, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his slender eyelashes trembled as if they couldn't stand the cold wind.

Lou Yun looked back somewhat at a loss, in the dark night, the flickering candlelight in the study illuminated the surrounding area as usual, it was a bright and warm center in the dark night.

Standing a few steps away, he felt so strange and cold.

Countless fragments surged in my mind, and I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or something that happened before. Before I could sort it out, my mind began to ache unbearably.

Lou Yun stretched out his hands to hold his head, closed his eyes, let out a trembling breath, and slowly squatted down.

The pain gradually intensified, and it became more and more unscrupulous in my mind as if some kind of restriction had been opened.

The fingertips holding his head were so hard that they turned white, cold sweat oozes from the corner of Lou Yun's forehead, and the pain on his face was so painful that he couldn't hold it anymore, his vision went dark and he closed his eyes.

When he woke up from a deep coma, his whole body was wrapped in a soft and warm brocade quilt.

Before Lou Yun opened his eyes, he instinctively grasped the quilt tightly and shrank in, half of his chin was covered under the quilt.

One hand touched his forehead, the fingertips were warm and cool, very comfortable.

Lou Yun opened his eyes in a daze, his mind was not fully awake, he only saw a figure sitting beside the couch in the deep darkness, the outline was somewhat familiar.

He only glanced at it, and subconsciously called out in a low voice: "Master..."

There was a low hoarseness and affection in his voice that he didn't realize, as if he was acting like a baby.

The person beside the couch paused imperceptibly, and withdrew his hand covering Lou Yun's forehead.

Lou Yun blinked, and regained consciousness for a while, and finally saw the outline of the mask glowing with subtle silver light in the darkness, and the strange scene around him.

This should be the dormitory of the Demon Lord.

He stared blankly for a while, then closed his eyes again, and a muffled voice came from under the quilt: "...Your Majesty."

The other party responded lightly, paused and said:

"Still having a fever. Why are you suddenly sick?"

Lou Yun lowered his eyes halfway, as if he wanted to plug his ears, shrank back into the quilt forcefully, and said vaguely: "...Am I sick?"

Mozun's eyes fell on his movements, and said: "Yes."

"..." Lou Yun buried his head down, "Oh."

Two seconds later, the quilt covering half of the head was suddenly pulled down, revealing a clean and white chin.Lou Yun only felt the cold fingertips of the other party rub against the skin of his chin, and his eyelashes trembled.

"It's hard to breathe when you sleep like this." Mozun watched him calmly, tucked the quilt up for him, and withdrew his hand.

"What's wrong?" Mozun whispered.

Lou Yun remained silent, his eyes drooped, as if he was asleep or not.

what happened?

What's wrong……

Lou Yun pursed her lips tightly, her eyes dimmed for a while.

He just subconsciously didn't want to hear the voice again.

Every time I listen to it, it seems to invisibly aggravate a certain guess in my heart.

——It’s really too much alike.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that the voices of the two people were so similar.It's just that the voice in front of him is slightly lower.

Is it ridiculous?

Obviously close by, obviously heard countless times, but even the most obvious thing has not been noticed until now.

No, maybe the subconscious mind has already noticed it, but it was deliberately ignored by him.

Lou Yun looked away, and let out a light breath.

Wait a minute, no hurry.

Maybe, maybe...

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

Maybe it's just a similarity?

"What's the matter?"

A deep voice sounded, Mozun narrowed his eyes, and moved a little closer.

In the darkness, the breaths of the two were intertwined shallowly, and the distance was a little too close.

Lou Yun's eyes flickered, his lips opened and closed slightly: "I..."

Lou Yun looked at the mask that was close at hand, but he still didn't continue speaking. He stretched out his hand from the brocade quilt by accident, and slowly approached the Demon Lord, as if he wanted to take off the mask.

But halfway through the lift, the whole person suddenly woke up with a start, and his hands stopped in mid-air, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

There seemed to be some kind of undercurrent surging in the quiet air, Mozun held Lou Yun's hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and squeezed lightly.

This is not the first time that Lou Yun has done this. When Lou Yun hadn't completed his soul, Mozun sometimes pulled his hand, and that's how he did it.

But this time, Lou Yun suddenly felt a little hot.

He pursed his lips and pulled his hand back with some force.

Mozun didn't stop him, just looked at him, and said softly, "What did you want to say just now?"

Another moment of silence.

Mozun looked at the tense expression of the person in front of him, his eyes softened for no reason, and finally couldn't bear to press him any more.

"That's it."

Mozun pushed Lou Yun's hand into the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and twirled the long hair scattered beside the pillow with his fingertips.

"You're still sick, stay here for two days to recuperate well, don't wander around, wait until you recover...you have to tell the truth."

Hearing this, Lou Yun relaxed a little, lowered his head, shrank into the quilt like a small animal, tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Perhaps it was because he still had a fever, and after a while he felt drowsy, and his consciousness became blurred.

In the haze, a soft touch was imprinted on the forehead, and there was a soft sigh in the ear.

Lou Yun didn't seem to be aware of it, and fell asleep again the next moment.

When I woke up again, the sky was bright, I don't know what time it is.

Lou Yun only felt a sense of exhaustion and powerlessness all over his body, he slowly opened his eyes, he was the only one in the room, and there was no shadow of the Demon Lord, he was relieved instead.

He got up and got out of bed, opened the door and went out, looking at the sun outside, it was already afternoon.

There was no one outside the house. From this, it seems that Mozun probably doesn't like others to be close to him on weekdays.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Lou Yun stood by the door for a while, tightened his outer robe, and reached behind his ear.

really.

When I came here, for various reasons, I put a mask of human skin on it, but it has disappeared now.

I don't know when he disappeared, but judging from Mozun's attitude towards him last night, and recalling his previous behavior, Mozun might have recognized him a long time ago.

The mask should also be taken by the Demon Lord.

Thinking of Mozun, my head started to hurt again.My mind is in a mess, and my heart is also in a mess.

Lou Yun let out a breath, and there was a trace of painful confusion in his eyes.

Maybe he shouldn't be here now, he should go back to his Jinghua Immortal Gate, back to his Lingyun Peak, and quietly wait for his master to leave the gate.

He doesn't need to think about other things, he doesn't need to distinguish other things, he just needs to wait for the master to leave the test.

He also has his master.

He shouldn't be here.

Lou Yun pursed his lips, closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear it, and opened them after a while, a fragile light flashed in his eyes.

...Yes, it shouldn't be here.

It would be nice not to be here.

He went back, just went back.

As if grabbing some life-saving straw, Lou Yun's expression turned serious, and he raised his feet and walked out, as if he wanted to escape from here, his steps became faster and faster.

The sleeping hall is at the innermost part of the Mozun hall, and Lou Yun walked for a long time in a daze, but he didn't know how far it was.Without paying attention, he bumped into a person head-on.

"Hey, be careful!"

A familiar male voice sounded, and the other party reached out to support Lou Yun, Lou Yun subconsciously apologized, and then looked up to see clearly that it was the "little drug boy" from yesterday.

The appearance of the other party has not changed, but the expression on his face has become more subtle. Although there is a smile on his face, he only feels evil when he glances at it.

"Little Yaotong" laughed and said, "What are you doing here? You're leaving in such a hurry."

Lou Yun is not in the mood to deal with anything else right now, he just wants to get out of here quickly, and said casually, "Go out for a walk."

"Go out for a walk?" "Little Medicine Boy" repeated, staring at him, blocking the way.

"—You can't go." The peaceful voice suddenly became colder, adding a bit of gloominess.

Lou Yun was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, a gust of wind passed by his ear, he hummed, and suddenly he fainted.

Lou Yun woke up from the cold.

When he suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body was imprisoned in a strange and cold formation, unable to move.

I don't know which room in the Mozun Palace this is, and the people standing beside him were a little surprised when they saw that he had woken up.

"Oh, you woke up so soon?"

The "little drug boy" turned around, Lou Yun looked up and was stunned.

The face on the other side was exactly the same as his own, as if another living self was standing in front of him.

Looking at this face, Lou Yun felt goosebumps all over his body, and instantly understood what the other party wanted to do.

"!!" He tried to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

The other party slowly straightened his clothes, which were exactly the same as the one on Lou Yun's body. The two stood facing each other, as if they were looking in a mirror.

The other party turned around in a circle, seemed quite satisfied with himself, raised his head and smiled at Lou Yun, and cleared his throat.

"Cough, my lord."

The other party tried to call out softly, but seemed dissatisfied, turned his head to think about it, and called out again.

"Your honor."

"Your honor."

……

Several times in a row, each time correcting a little subtle difference, getting more similar each time, until the last sound, it was exactly the same as Lou Yun's voice.

Lou Yun stared at the other party coldly, a bone-chilling chill crept up his spine.

The other party looked at him again, seemed to be in a good mood and didn't care about Lou Yun's eyes, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he said with a smile:

"I wanted to use your hands to kill the Demon Lord, but unfortunately, who told you to run away? This is also a last resort! But it's okay, thanks to you being here, if I pretend to be someone else and approach him, it's really good!" Not sure it will work.”

"But you are different, Lou Yun." The other party leaned closer and looked at him carefully, "If I pretended to be you, I don't know how easy it would be to kill the demon king. Do you know that for so long, among so many people— —You are the only one undefended by the Demon Lord."

Lou Yun's face turned pale, his eyes became colder, and the other party's smile deepened.

"Do you know why you are so sure? Do you remember that you stabbed him with a sword, and he couldn't avoid such a flustered and unskilled sword. It really is..."

Speaking of this, the other party paused, and suddenly said softly: "Yes, it was your words... Maybe he was stabbed by you willingly."

When the voice fell, a piercing laughter rippled out.Lou Yun couldn't even utter a word, his eyes turned red, and his jaw tensed.

The other party laughed for a while before gradually stopping, and continued:

"...If you want to blame, you can blame yourself. Why are you so disobedient? Stay with me, close your eyes and kill the protagonist of this book. Nothing will happen. When I replace him as the support here, I won't treat you badly either."

He appreciated Xialouyun's expression again, he seemed to be in a better mood, and said with a smile: "Looking at your appearance, you seem to want to say something?"

"..."

"Hahahahaha, okay, I'll let you say something."

Immediately, Lou Yun felt his throat loosen, and the shackles were released, and blurted out: "No, don't kill him! You made a mistake that he is not the protagonist..."

There was a tremor in the ending that I didn't realize.

Before the other party finished listening, he waved his hand impatiently, and the unfinished words disappeared from his mouth immediately.

"Tsk, that's all I know."

Lou Yun gritted his teeth, watched the other party walk slowly towards the door, trembling uncontrollably.

The door was opened, and it was already dark outside. In the heavy and oppressive night, Lou Yun saw "himself" turn his head back, and turned his face with a relaxed expression.

"Don't worry, I'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. Is it—"

The other party smiled: "If you kill it, you will know."