Lady Dijun is a flower

Shoot him to death with an arrow and save the demon king. "

"Is it okay?"

"Ah."

Ye Dongli has told countless lies since he was born, but he has always been indifferent, and even has a mentality of playing in the world. Only this time, he really understood what it means to feel pain.

He couldn't imagine what he would do when tomorrow came. Mozun already knew that he had peeped into Zhenzhu's secret, so he must have wanted to get rid of him, but if he left, the young master would really be alone .

He hugged a cold corpse and a warm body in his arms, the tears in his eyes filled his vision, he had already lost it once because of his own incompetence, would he want to lose it again...

He and the young master dug a pit, buried Mrs. Huasha's body under the east wall of the mansion, filled it with soil, and Ye Dongli planted a small white flower on the soil.He knew it would be futile to do so, after all, there was no sunshine in Banzehuang, and it was estimated that the peanuts would wither before they took root.

But it doesn't matter, if it withers, he can plant it again, as long as he still has life.

The whole night, Ye Dongli ran around in the study room, looking at the classical masterpieces in the room, he opened every one of them as if he had seen a ghost, and he knew all the words, but now his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't read it at all. Not a single stroke can be seen.He began to regret that he didn't listen to the young master's advice and read more books, but now that he understands that the books are used up, he will hate them less.

He has always been able to do everything with ease, and he began to realize what it means to be a headless fly. Anxiety filled his mind, and his exquisite heart was so tightly packed that there was no gap left.In the past, he could come up with countless ghost ideas in the blink of an eye, but now he is exhausted and can't even think of farts.

In the end, he could only take out the bow and arrow used in the archery class, wipe it carefully and put it on the table.Waiting for tomorrow if the Mozun comes to the door, let's fight to the death.

Unexpectedly, on the second day, the entire Demon Palace celebrated together, and the Demon Lord was released.Moreover, eighteen princes and twelve princesses are required to go to the hall to receive the imperial edict.

Ye Dongli's face was pale when he received the news, and Mozun suddenly left the customs, which shows that Zhenzhu has almost been refined.Then why didn't he come to kill himself?This is completely unreasonable.

The young master, however, had an elated expression, "I knew my father's supernatural powers would definitely defeat that thief Zuo Hufa."

He changed into his court clothes and planned to go to the main hall to listen to the imperial edict. He straightened the jade crown on his head, but when he turned around, he saw Ye Dongli still stuck in place with a hellish expression on his face. He walked over and bumped him with his shoulder.

"What are you thinking, change your clothes and go."

Ye Dongli watched the young master frowned, and thought, "Go to the main hall and tell your father that I will not go to listen to the imperial edict if I have something important to do. Also, my mother asked me to tell you before she died. Go get Zhenzhu, you can't inherit the throne. You have to remember."

The young master originally wanted to ask, what was so important that he couldn't go even with his father's edict.But when Mrs. Huasha was mentioned later, the young master's eyes darkened, as if he was not as happy as before when he learned that his father had returned from victory.

Ye Dongli probably got instructions from his mother before he was alive to accomplish something.

Then nodded, "Okay, I will report to my father. Be careful in everything."

Ye Dongli held back the young master who turned to leave, "Don't you wonder why mother doesn't want you to inherit the throne with Zhenzhu?"

"I'm curious, but my mother is gone, she must have her own intentions when she said that. I listen to her, and" the young master looked at Ye Dongli anxiously, "I believe you."

……

After the young master left, Ye Dongli didn't go anywhere, and sat down on the stool, covering his face and shaking like chaff.He was very frightened when he faced the young master just now, terribly frightened.If he really kept asking, I'm afraid I'll tell him everything.

But he couldn't, at least not yet.That would be like telling him his father was dead.

He told a big lie, but the child looked into his eyes and said to believe in himself, is he really worth believing?

He is an out-and-out liar. Nine and a half out of ten sentences he says every day are false. Why do you believe him so firmly? Why...

Ye Dongli sat at home as if giving up on himself, thinking of the darkness, and when the young master came back, he still maintained the posture when he left without changing the young master, thinking that he had finished his work and returned.

"Brother Dongli, my father wants to elect the crown prince tomorrow, and wants all the princes and princesses to run together. Are you going?"

Ye Dongli raised his head, and saw that the young master was holding a box in his hand, and he could smell the strange fragrance without opening the lid, and Ye Dongli's sluggish spirit was lifted up.

"What is this box?"

"Oh, this is Nanzhixiang. Father said that he will go on a pilgrimage to the ancestral temple for the selection ceremony of the crown prince tomorrow, and everyone will use it to bathe and burn incense."

After speaking, he opened the box and showed it to Ye Dongli. He saw a black branch as thick as a thumb lying quietly in the center of the brocade box. There were a few young buds growing at the stem knots that hadn't had time to germinate. The red silk thread entangles the lower part of the entire branch.

Ye Dongli reached out to pick up the branch, leaned close to the tip of his nose and sniffed it carefully, and suddenly a confused fragrance flowed through his nose and rushed to Tianling Gai. He felt that the breath in the dantian began to violently violently, chaotically chaotic, he After smelling it twice, he hurriedly put Nan Zhixiang down, and held his breath for twelve small weeks before he calmed down a bit.

Seeing his strange expression, the young master couldn't help asking curiously: "What's wrong with this spice?"

Ye Dongli looked at the box and shook his head, "It should also be a kind of tranquilizing incense, but the effect is too strong."

Ordinary Anshenxiang can soothe the meridians and slow down people's reaction to the outside world. To put it bluntly, it just paralyzes people's perception and makes them unresponsive.

But Nanzhixiang in this box is a hundred times more powerful.Even the spiritual mouth hidden on the seven orifices can be opened automatically uncontrollably, and the spiritual power can't be restrained from leaking out. If I really use this to bathe and burn incense, I'm afraid I will be in a trance all day tomorrow and my limbs will be weak.

Mozun's intention is very obvious, he wants to sacrifice the spiritual power of these princes and princesses to Zhenzhu by taking advantage of tomorrow's selection ceremony.But why would he do this, young master, don't they all say his child?Tiger poison does not eat children, he actually did this in order to unify the six realms.

Could it be that something blinded the mind?

Ye Dongli remembered what Mrs. Hua Sha had told her before her death, that she must not let Wuzhi get Zhenzhu.Could it be that she knows the origin of the Zhenzhu, and knows that something ominous will happen if she gets the Zhenzhu...

He looked at the young master who was about to take a bath with Nanzhixiang, and suddenly stopped him.

"You can't go to the reserve selection ceremony."

The young master looked back at him in surprise, thought for a while, and seemed to understand Ye Dongli's intentions.

Hey, waved his hand.

"Don't worry, I won't forget what mother told me. Tomorrow, if the father wants to pass on to me, I will refuse in person. If he knows that this is what mother meant, he will definitely not blame me."

Ye Dongli stepped forward, clasped the box containing Nanzhixiang in his hand, looked at the young master's dazed eyes and paused every word: "You can't appear in the ceremony of selecting the reserve tomorrow, no matter what you choose. "

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the two stared at each other with a distance of about an inch. The expressions on their faces were more complicated and difficult to understand than the other.

The young master pouted in dissatisfaction, trying to snatch the box from his hand, but Ye Dongli held it very firmly, he grabbed the lid of the box and pulled hard, but he was staggered instead.

Immediately annoyed.

"What on earth do you want to do! I've said that you won't inherit the throne and won't take Zhenzhu, don't you believe me? Otherwise, you'll just stand by and watch me at the grand ceremony tomorrow, so it's okay!"

It is said that taking a step back will brighten the sky, and if he, the younger brother, makes concessions, he, the older brother, must not lose face.

Unexpectedly, Ye Dongli was really messing around to the end.

He threw the box on the ground with a bang, "It's not a question of whether you refuse or not. If you believe me, don't go to the Ancestral Temple tomorrow, and don't see the Demon Lord."

"Why?"

Ye Dongli glanced over the young master's angry and puzzled expression over and over again, his throat rolled awkwardly for a long time, and the thin lips that opened a gap still fell slowly.

"No reason."

"..." The young master was stunned for a moment as if he was dumbfounded, then he laughed, stretched out his hand and pushed Ye Dongli away to pick up the box on the ground, "You don't care, my Highness has to go!"

He squatted down and was about to pick up the brocade box when he felt a pain in the back of his head. Before he passed out, he saw Ye Dongli standing behind him saying something, but he couldn't really hear what he said.

Ye Dongli picked up the unconscious young master by the waist and gently placed him on the bed, covered the brocade quilt, lowered the curtains, and slowly retreated.

When he left, he took out a little of the Nanzhi incense from the box and put it in the lamp oil on the table, and the white smoke accompanied by the strange fragrance rose slowly and diffused throughout the bedroom.

Ye Dongli took a deep breath, and tears burst out of his eyes unconsciously.

"Have a good dream."

……

He went back to his dormitory to take a last look, it was still a mess, there were not many items, but he never returned the things he took.There is only a pile of miscellaneous music scores on the table, many of which are fragments copied from the magic sound collection, and only a few are randomly written by himself on a whim.

Ye Dongli threw all the music scores into the brazier in the corner of the room and set them on fire. Before leaving, he took only three things: the white flute given to him by Mrs. Hua Sha, the heavenly blood jade jue given to him by the right guardian, and his Bows wiped clean last night.

Although it is basically useless to bring these, he and Mozun are no match even if they fight with bare hands, not to mention that the other party has Zhenzhu on his body, these he brought can basically be used as funeral objects.

But it is also more practical than being unarmed. He promised her in front of Mrs. Huasha that he would not let anyone hurt him. When he resisted desperately and finally died under the hands of the demon king, he could be regarded as living up to expectations, after all, he had tried his best.

After Ye Dongli found that he had the mentality of mortal death, he was not as anxious as before. If he was drained by Zhenzhu for the young master tomorrow, he might be able to save the young master's life.

But if Zhenzhu is a bottomless pit that can't be filled, and it always needs a steady stream of spiritual power to function, then does the demon king want to be buried with the entire demon clan's people?

He sighed, as if this was out of his control.Unifying the six worlds is the ambition of the Demon Lord. Saving the common people is something that the big Luo Jinxians in the heavens should consider. How can it not be his turn to be a bastard who has been employed for half his life.

"Bastard..."

Ye Dongli muttered to himself, and suddenly turned his head to the east, where the guardians lived.

That's right, there must be a lot of treasures hidden in their home, at least much more powerful than his broken bow and arrow, but the right guard is upright and straight, the guys he collected probably won't be very good at using it, the left guard You can consider borrowing it for a while.After all, crooked ways are more suitable for him.

So Ye Dongli turned around, climbed over the wall and sneaked into Ziyunzhai.

This time, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he felt that something was wrong. The whole house was filled with a smell of fireworks. When he got closer, the courtyard was destroyed in a mess. It was full of holes dug out big and small, and even the bamboo plaque on the door could not escape the end of being smashed to pieces.

It is estimated that this matter was done by the Demon Lord in all likelihood, because Zuo Hufa gave him a slap before he died, but he was fine with Zhenzhu's protection, and he was guilty of taking revenge on a dead man and destroying his mansion like this what.

Ye Dongli turned back and forth, left and right, and finally jumped in through a window that was still intact. Fortunately, there was not much smell of fireworks in the room, and the ornaments on the bookshelves were basically intact.

He looked through each box carefully, and found that the contents were either calligraphy and painting scrolls, or antique vases, and there was nothing that could be called a weapon.

Ye Dongli sighed, thinking that this trip was probably in vain.

He sat slumped on the grand teacher's chair in front of the desk, lay back, raised the front legs of the chair, and hummed a tune, shaking it once and for all.

Suddenly there was a click sound from both sides of the desk, a palm-wide gap was split in the middle, and a long brocade box slowly rose up from the gap.

Ye Dongli looked at the brocade box and held his breath. Could it be that the legendary car must have a way to the front of the mountain?God knew that he was in a desperate situation, so he purposely asked him to unintentionally open the mechanism left by Guardian Zuo to obtain the magic weapon that can conquer Zhenzhu?

This thought flashed in Ye Dongli's mind, and he couldn't help laughing himself.If it is really such a powerful thing, why doesn't Guardian Zuo use it himself, who is not a fool.

Ye Dongli sighed, forget it, even if it was useless, it was discovered by him by coincidence, and it was also a kind of fate, he must not let down the arrangement of heaven.

He got up and slowly pushed open the lid of the brocade box, and saw a scroll painting lying inside, the paper was snow-white, with a faint fragrance.

Ye Dongli held up the scroll with both hands and unfolded it carefully, and found that this painting was the same as the picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains painted on the wall and vase, except that there were two more people standing on a lone boat in the painting on this scroll, They stood shoulder to shoulder with their backs to the screen, one in white clothes fluttering and proud, the other in a tall, steady and deep figure, obviously the left and right Dharma protectors.

Ye Dongli looked down and saw the inscription under the scroll, 'Fanjia'. He didn't expect that this painting was actually painted by the right protector himself.

Thinking of the way the two cuddled up to each other when the night was dying, Ye Dongli suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.Could it be that between them...

But they are obviously men. Although the left protector's usual attire is indeed a bit feminine, but he is also a strong man. Man, it is impossible to see that he still likes people.

Why are they in that relationship?

Ye Dongli looked at the paintings on the scroll, then at the wall and the vases on the table, feeling very weird, but he couldn't feel any disgust.Instead, I felt a sense of relief.

It turned out that Zuo Dharma's wish was to go to the human world with Dharma Right to see the sunny and beautiful rivers and mountains.

Although they didn't go to the adult room in the end, at least they were together.I hope that they will not be reborn in the demon clan in their next life. Even if they can't be humans, become monsters, or become monsters, even if they become a tree, a bird, or a worm, they will not become the people of the demon clan again.

In this dark place where no grass grows, it is too painful.

……

Ye Dongli put the scroll away properly and put it back into the brocade box. As a result, the moment the scroll returned to its place, rows of strange lines suddenly appeared on the black desk. So yes.

Holding the fire folder, he lay on the desk and looked at it for a long time, only to realize that there was a piece of music score engraved on it, which was the long-lost 'Bai Hua Zhang'.

"It turns out that Guardian Zuo also understands rhythm."

Ye Dongli fumbled for the "Baihuazhang" on the table with a smile on his lips. He never thought that he would be able to admire such a divine comedy before he died. It is really a blessing for Sansheng, and it is not in vain for him to learn the hole flute for so many years.

But looking at it, Ye Dongli found that something was wrong.The middle part of this 'Bai Hua Zhang' seems to have been changed, and the tone changed sharply from here, and became more and more urgent. If it wasn't for people who reacted quickly enough, they would not be able to keep up with such an ever-changing tone.

In the past, I heard that some people used zither music to integrate exercises to kill people, but he himself has never seen it. Could it be that this modified 'Bai Hua Zhang' also hides some murderous intentions?

Ye Dongli stared at the middle part, fumbled and took out the flute around his waist, and tried to play a section along with the music score displayed on it. At first, he really couldn't keep up, intermittently, and he could play three of the five notes wrong. After trying dozens of times, I finally managed to connect a little bit.

When No.70 was played three times and he was finally able to play the middle part together, an unexpected scene happened, and he heard the muffled sound of thumping against the wall in the room behind him.

Ye Dongli played non-stop, and walked into the next room while playing. When he entered the door, he saw that several ice boxes for raising Gu insects hanging on the roof began to shake automatically without wind.Through the gradually melting ice layer, a few Gu worms wrestling with each other can be vaguely seen, with a dazzling red light shining on their heads.

It suddenly occurred to him that Zuo Hufa said before his death last night that he wanted to help him. Could it be that he was referring to...

Ye Dongli looked at the flute in his hand, and suddenly understood.

Chapter 54 As soon as the gate of the ancestral temple opened, all the princes and princesses waiting outside the gate poured in, all of them dressed up in fresh clothes and furious horses.Only Ye Dongli, who was in the last place, was dressed in black and stood with his hands folded, looking particularly eye-catching.

The eldest princess standing in the first row glanced back, caught a glimpse of Ye Dongli's figure, and pretended to be surprised: "Hey, did you see that the eighteenth brother has also come, and he didn't even wear court clothes. .”

The second princess was standing beside her, and when she heard what the elder sister said, she also hurriedly turned her head, and when she saw Ye Dongli in black, she immediately covered her mouth and sneered.

"Isn't it? If you're dressed in black, it's like a crow standing in a group of phoenixes. It's better not to come."

Last time, because of Ye Dongli, they were caught and humiliated by Mrs. Huasha.They have not dared to step out of the mansion for three whole years, but this time they finally seized the opportunity of revenge and vented their old and new hatreds together.

The eldest princess turned her head to look at Ye Dongli, smiling ambiguously.

"A dog is ashamed to come and run for the crown prince, but the father is pure and kind. I am sorry for you to let you call him father. You really think of yourself as a prince. Since you insist on humiliating yourself, we can't stop it." Stay. Just to remind you that you were able to make waves for so many years because of the protection of Mrs. Warsaw. When the next crown prince comes to the throne, if you don’t tuck your tail and be a dog, don’t blame us for not remembering the old relationship. That poisonous woman in Warsaw is not I will crawl out of the coffin to protect you again."

The eldest princess thought she was quite intimidating and threatened Ye Dongli, but she didn't expect that the latter didn't respond, but just looked at her without blinking, her eyes were stern, as if looking at a dead person.

The eldest princess shivered involuntarily. After the fear dissipated, she gritted her teeth angrily, thinking that when she wins the crown prince, she must put Ye Dongli on an iron chain and cut off her limbs to become a real dog. !

When the throne slowly rose from the ground and the demon king appeared in front of everyone, all the heirs knelt and kowtowed together, except Ye Dongli stood at the end of the ancestral temple, looking at the man on the throne, showing a treacherous smile .

Mozun looked at him and also smiled.It seems that he was not surprised by his appearance.

"Today I will elect the crown prince from among you. As for the Seventeenth who is not present, I will regard him as giving up his right of succession automatically. Do you have any objections?"

As soon as the words came out, the princes and princesses below couldn't wait to agree with both hands. Although the seventeenth prince had always shown mediocre aptitude, his father always cared for him, and he would be the first to think of almost any good thing.This made the young master's brothers and sisters quite displeased, but because of their father's love for the young master, they only dared to complain in their hearts, and they still had to pretend to be brothers and sisters.

Now Seventeen is regarded as an abstention. Today's battle for the reserve undoubtedly lacks a strong opponent, and they can give it a go without any scruples.

Pairs of scorching eyes stared at Mozun as he took out the Zhenzhu from the box, and announced: "Whoever of you can snatch this treasure that unifies the six worlds today, I will pass the throne to him along with the Zhenzhu. "

After finishing speaking, he threw Zhen Zhuchao's royal heirs away.

Looking at the dazzling Zhenzhu, emitting a strong spiritual breath, the princes and princesses who were sitting upright just now rushed towards Zhenzhu like crazy, and the ear-piercing curses and fighting sounds were endless. Only Mozun and Ye Dongli looked at each other from a distance across the chaotic wrestling crowd.

In the end, the second princess snatched Zhenzhu. Her cultivation is not the worst here, but it is also inferior. She usually practices kung fu either by pretending to be sick or stealing and cheating. Pushed out, finally fell a few times and simply gave up, standing outside the circle and watching the eldest princess rob.

But I didn't expect that there would be pies in the sky.When the eldest princess and the seventh prince snatched the town bead, unexpectedly the slippery bead shot out from the fingertips and hit the head of the second princess outside the circle.

In this way, Zhenzhu was taken advantage of by the inactive second princess.

She happily held the bead, "Sister, look, I've snatched the Zhenzhu!"

The eldest princess looked at the younger sister holding Zhenzhu high, her expression froze, she looked at her dumbfounded younger sister, and then at the dazzling Zhenzhu, she slowly clenched the poisoned short knife, and immediately the corners of her mouth curled up. Smiling happily, she pretended to be careless and walked towards the second princess.

"Yu'er is so powerful, show my sister."

The second princess only thought it was the eldest princess who was happy for her, and without thinking otherwise, proudly handed Zhenzhu over. She didn't expect that the elder sister who had been taking care of her would actually stab her in the chest with a knife.

Watching the toxin-soaked blood turn black, dripping on the garnet skirt, a black river of blood flowed out.The second princess opened her mouth wide.

"elder sister……"

The eldest princess held the Zhenzhu, with tears in her eyes, "You know, my sister has always wanted to be the queen of the demon clan, and my sister has always loved you so much since she was a child. This time, will you fulfill my sister's wish?"

The second princess opened her mouth, her throat was sealed by the continuous gushing of poisonous blood, she clutched her chest in pain and could only shake her head helplessly, but her refusal was powerless.

The eldest princess stepped over the corpse of the second princess, stood under the throne and held Zhenzhu up with both hands, "My father and son have snatched Zhenzhu!"

Mozun looked at the eldest princess whose hands were trembling with excitement, smiled and nodded.

"Very good, as the king of the demon clan, you must have such courage."

It was the first time for the eldest princess to be praised by the demon, and she burst into a smile overjoyed, but after a while, her face began to distort, and her hand holding the pearl fell down feebly, and she let out a clatter. The beads fell to the ground.

Seeing the strange situation, the other princes and princesses, instead of caring about the eldest princess's life and death, began to rush into a new round of snatching battle.And the eldest princess who fell on the ground watched her flesh wither little by little into the shape of dry bark, touched her same old face in horror, and cried helplessly.

It's a pity that it was too late, she was sucked up by Zhenzhu little by little all her spiritual power, turned into a mummy and fell to the ground, and was trampled to pieces by other brothers and sisters, and ended up being crushed to pieces.

Everyone seemed to be performing an absurd farce, people kept getting Zhenzhu, and people died constantly, but those who witnessed were indifferent, they continued to snatch Zhenzhu without fear of death.It's like being under a terrible spell, and you can't extricate yourself.

When the last prince turned into a mummy and fell down, Mozun got up from the throne, walked to Ye Dongli step by step, spread the Zhenzhu in his hand, showing a surprised expression.

"They all want Zhenzhu, why don't you want it?"

Ye Dongli looked at him and sneered, "Because I'm not sick."

"..."

Meeting his cold eyes, Mozun laughed, Zhenzhu slowly flew up from the palm of his hand, a ray of seven-colored light flashed, and the surrounding spiritual pressure began to increase, Ye Dongli groaned, his legs seemed to be twitched After exhausting his strength, he became numb and weak, and was patted on the shoulder by the Mozun, almost kneeling on the ground on one knee.

Ye Dongli firmly supported the ground with both hands, his fingertips rubbed bloody.He looked up at Mozun, and slowly took out the white flute from his waist.

The moment Mozun saw it, he paused and looked at Ye Dongli.

"Who gave it to you?"

"Of course my mother gave it to me. Why, do you recognize it?"

He smiled meaningfully, brought the flute to his mouth and began to play it slowly, at first Mozun still had a scrutinizing look, as if to see what kind of tricks he was playing, but then he realized something was wrong, as the sound of the flute became more and more The more urgent it became, the uncontrollable cramps in his chest began, as if a hand was tightly grasping his heart in his chest.

When the "Hundred Flowers Chapter" was in the middle of the modified part, Mozun couldn't bear the pain and knelt in front of Ye Dongli, and Zhenzhu, who used him as the medium, began to emit dazzling light to the surroundings, uncontrollable Spirit power burst out one after another from the Zhenzhu, and the entire Ancestral Temple was shaken into confusion.

The solemn stone statues continued to collapse one after another, falling to the ground and separating their heads. The jade pillars, gold bricks and glazed tiles were blown into countless powders and ashes by the wave of spiritual power.

Mozun's eyes were red, and he pointed at Ye Dongli's Yuxiao, "So...he told you how to control Gu worms..."

Ye Dongli just got up slowly, played the flute, and looked down at him.

Mozun was in so much pain that he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't use Zhenzhu to attack Ye Dongli. In the end, he could only be bitten through his heart by a Gu insect, and fell to the ground in a slump waiting to die.

Zhenzhu, who used him as a matchmaker, also lost its luster and fell to the ground like an ordinary red stone, without any response.

Ye Dongli put down the flute, knelt down in front of the dying Mozun, picked up the Zhenzhu, and weighed it in his hand.

"Zhenzhu is really powerful, but it's a pity that none of you can control it, and in the end you can only be manipulated by it to take your life."

Mozun used his internal force to suppress the bleeding port of his heart, but he was injured, even if he had 10 years of cultivation, his body protection would be at the end of his strength.

He looked at the restraint in Ye Dongli's hand, with the last trace of extravagance in his eyes.

"Give Zhenzhu to Wuju, tell him that I want to pass the throne to him..."

Seeing his begging appearance, Ye Dongli suddenly burst out laughing.However, he didn't notice that a small figure was standing behind the door of the Ancestral Temple, quietly watching all of this through the gap blasted by Zhenzhu.

"You seem to have forgotten that the oath I swore at the beginning was to be loyal to His Royal Highness the Seventeenth. But I never said that I would be loyal to you. So I don't need to listen to your words, and I don't want to hear them."

He lowered his head and fiddled with the cherry-sized pearl in his hand, "As for this pearl." He raised his hand and threw it into his open mouth, "Just treat it as a poop in my stomach."

Mozun saw that Zhenzhu, which he had planned so hard, was taken by Ye Dongli as his own, and instantly became furious.

"I adopted you back then, and that's how you repayed your kindness..."

Ye Dongli took out a short knife from his sleeve, and squatted down with a smile, "Of course not, you still have Xiaoyu's kindness to me, and I will keep it in my heart. I just wait for one day to return it together. for you."

Under the terrified gaze of the Demon Lord, he raised the saber in his hand and cut off the opponent's gate of life directly.

He threw the bloody knife aside, tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve, and covered the devil's ferocious face.

In fact, it would be more satisfying to let the Gu worms torture him to death, but since he is the biological father of the young master, it is better to give it a good time, and let him go to the underworld to pay for the rest.

Ye Dongli looked at the dark sky outside the window and felt his whole body trembling. He couldn't believe that he had defeated the Demon Lord and saved the common people. How ridiculous, he, a stinky beggar, saved the Six Realms.

But he didn't feel a sense of relief, instead, he was overwhelmed by even greater exhaustion, and he felt that he might be turned into a mummy if his spiritual power was sucked out of him by the Zhenzhu.

Stepping out of the ancestral temple where corpses were strewn all over the place, Ye Dongli just wanted to just fall straight down and never wake up again. When he looked up, he saw the young master facing him, with a pair of blood-red eyes, standing motionless with.

"Where is my father?"

Ye Dongli walked over to hold his stiff body in his arms, and ran one hand down his back.

"The devil was killed by Zhenzhu's backlash and exploded."

The young master rested his head on his shoulder, showing a strange smile, and his tone was like a dead person crawling out of a grave.

"What about Zhenzhu?"

Ye Dongli was taken aback by his strange voice, but he didn't think too much about it, he just thought that he couldn't bear the blow of losing his father for a while, and he was in a trance.

"Zhenzhu was destroyed by me. It is a monster. Anyone who sees it will go crazy for it. It must not be allowed to reappear in the world and cause harm to the Six Realms. We will bury the Demon Lord and them together tomorrow."

The young master put his arms around his neck, and bent his nails over and over again into sharp claws against Ye Dongli's back neck, but he slowed down and put down his hands.

It's okay, brother Dongli, we will have a long time in Japan.

……

Later, the demon king failed to refine the Zhenzhu, and the news of his death in the end exploded spread throughout the demon world.This country cannot be left without a master for a day, and he tried his best to turn the tide and saved Ye Dongli, who was up and down the demon clan, and was naturally elected as the next demon king.

But Ye Dongli tried his best to shirk it, not only for himself, but also for the young master to be the next king of the demon clan.

So the position of Demon Lord has been vacant, but everyone seems to have regarded Ye Dongli as the backbone of the entire Demon Race, and they basically come to him for anything serious.And Ye Dongli is also a master who never refuses, as long as someone asks him, he will do it himself.

Over time, he has been able to do everything from building houses to delivering cats and dogs, and he is a well-known jack-of-all-trades in Ban Zehuang.

It's just that the young master became more and more strange, often disappearing for no reason, and then came back with injuries all over his body, and he didn't say a word when he asked him where he was going.

Ye Dongli knew that Mrs. Huasha and Mozun passed away one after another, which made the young master unable to bear it for a while.Maybe after a long time, the wound will heal slowly.

But he didn't know that there was a sharp nail buried in the wound, and as long as it wasn't pulled out for a day, the wound would never heal.

That night Dongli was washing rice and cooking, when he heard the door open, he turned his head to see the young master covering his face, blood trickling down his fingers.

With a bang, the rice and clay pots fell to the ground.

Ye Dongli grabbed the young master's wrist and slowly moved away, only to see a deep scar with bone visible, from the right ear to the left corner of the mouth, almost the entire lower half of the face was pierced.

"Who made it for you!"

His eyes were red with anger.

The young master sneered, and pushed his hand away, "They insisted on engraving my name on my face after losing the fight, but I just pushed the knife, and it became like this. It's no big deal."

Seeing the young master's disapproving attitude, Ye Dongli felt his hands were shaking.

"After dinner, go back to the Demon Palace with me. There are still some Gu worms left in Guardian Zuo's house. Let me see if I can heal the scar on your face."

"No need." The young master pointed to the scar on his face and smiled suddenly: "Don't you think this is very similar to the original you, brother Dongli?"

Ye Dongli looked at the young master and suddenly felt powerless. He had never seen his parents since he was a child, so he didn't know how painful it was to lose his parents.

He originally thought that as long as he was good enough to the young master, time would make him gradually forget the pain of the past and welcome a better life, but after these years he found that he was wrong.There is simply no cure for that kind of pain.

He picked up the clay pot from the ground, walked up to the young master, touched the scar on his face, and made a small white flower stuck in his hair.

"Go and wash your face with the basin of water, and after applying the medicine, let's go out to eat grilled chicken, shall we?"

Although Ye Dongli has been the young master's brother for several years, when he gets along with the young master, the young master will always endure him and let him go. Only after the destruction of the Demon Palace in the past few years, he finally has some brother look.

But the young master no longer wanted to be his younger brother.

Looking at Ye Dongli's back as he turned to go to the medicine box, the young master tore off the little white flower on his head and held it in his hands, squeezing out white juice that overflowed between his fingers.

This pain is far less than one ten-thousandth of what you gave me.

**

The water surface of Wangsi Pond stirred up huge splashes, and a black figure leaped ashore from the bottom of the pool.

Ye Wuzhi choked out a big mouthful of water in pain, knelt on the bank, hunched over and coughed for a long time before he was able to catch his breath.He opened his eyes and looked