Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

After the monk finished bleeding, his lips turned as white as paper. It seemed that he was indeed very weak and needed a lot of medicine.

Fortunately, this talisman paper is still useful, barely enough to last for 2 minutes, but only 2 minutes.

The Demon Lord has entered the violent mode, and a long scimitar strikes the densely packed talisman paper heavily with every blow.

After two more blows, the Demon Lord gritted his teeth viciously and was about to accumulate strength for the final blow. Suddenly, his eyes glanced and he paused for an instant.

The young man inside is wearing snow-white clothes?Isn’t that Qi Hanzhi’s costume?

Looking up again, who is that young man if not his junior brother?

"Thank you Xingchen." Demon Lord chewed on these three words. After he betrayed his master, he heard that Qi Hanzhi had accepted another disciple.

He betrayed his master at that time and was extremely disgusted with Qi Hanzhi. With a gloating attitude, he went to find out the identity of Qi Hanzhi's new apprentice.

I want to know which fool is the one who fell into the trap of this pervert.

Later, I inquired and learned that the fool's name was Xie Xingchen. He was born into a poor and famous family, and he had some status.

It's a pity that his father probably didn't care for his mother, so he sent her to the Qihan Peak of the Yulun Sect without caring about Xie Xingchen's life or death.

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The sky in the Demon Realm suddenly darkened, the strong wind carried drizzle and beat on the leaves, and the air was damp and cold.

The talisman paper wetted by the rain floated in the air, forming a large circle around the monk, glowing with golden light.

After being hit by the rain and attacked by the demon king, the golden light of the talisman paper was gradually disappearing.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, why hasn't your master come yet?" The monk covered the opening on his fingertips to prevent the rain from getting wet, and he was spinning in circles anxiously.

Xie Xingchen sat cross-legged under the tree and said calmly: "Don't worry, my master will come."

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, I believe your master will come, but this talisman is about to die. Whether it will be late or not is a question."

Xie Xingchen opened his eyes and saw that the talisman was about to fall from the sky. He held out his natal sword and said, "That's a good question."

Seeing him sacrificing his natal sword, the young monk was afraid that he would overestimate his own abilities, so he couldn't bear to say: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, there is a [-]% chance of winning, so don't let yourself die."

Rain hit Xie Xingchen's eyelashes.

He smiled, his pupils seemed to be covered with mist, and a bit of cunning flashed through his eyes, and he said: "That's a lie to you. In fact, the chance of winning is [-]%."

"you!"

Xie Xingchen didn't like to lie, but it was quite fun to tease the monks who were younger than him occasionally.

The taste of joy in suffering is not bad.

The drizzle formed a fine net, covering all life.

Xie Xingchen stood up with his sword in hand and broke into the rain curtain.

He walked lightly, stepping on the leaves to wet them. In a few steps, he flew up and arrived in front of the Demon Lord.

"Second senior brother." Xie Xingchen bowed in vain.

The Demon Lord was cold and blunt, saying: "Don't try to get close to me. I have betrayed my master now and am not your second senior brother."

Xie Xingchen: "Oh."

The Demon Lord clicked his tongue, glanced at the monk below, and asked Xie Xingchen: "You came up here alone to challenge me in a duel? Do you think you can beat me?"

Xie Xingchen shook his head and said honestly: "No."

The Demon Lord clicked his tongue again, "Then what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be together with those monks who are greedy for life and afraid of death?"

Xie Xingchen glanced behind him. The talisman hanging in the air could not withstand the erosion of the demonic energy and the rain from the demonic realm, and finally fell into the mud under the load.

"The talisman couldn't hold on any longer, so I came up."

The Demon Lord couldn't figure out what nonsense Xie Xingchen was talking about, yet he actually started chatting with him at all times?

Demon Lord: "So what are you doing here?"

Xie Xingchen raised his hand to block the rain in front of his eyes, and the rain dripped down his fingertips.

He looked towards the distant mountains, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, paused for two or three seconds, and deliberately lengthened his voice: "I..."

"Yes..."

The demon king's patience was exhausted, and the veins on the back of his hands were throbbing. The man spoke in a garrulous manner and interrupted: "Okay! I don't want to hear it anymore. It doesn't matter what you are here for. Breaking into the secret prison and robbing the prison without my permission is all right. Gotta die.”

Just when he finished speaking angrily and struck with a knife, Xie Xingchen avoided the knife and said with a smile: "I'm here to delay time."

Immediately afterwards, Xie Xingchen turned around, his smile immediately disappeared, and he looked aggrieved: "Master! I am here, and my disciple was bullied so miserably by the Demon Lord!"

The rain was still falling, hitting Xie Xingchen's eyelashes with water, as if he was really being bullied and crying.

The Demon King first cursed: "Shameless!"

Then he realized something and his expression changed drastically.

Is Qi Hanzhi coming?What does it mean?His barrier was broken again! !

Thinking of the barrier that had been repaired not long ago and was once again heading west, the devil's blood surged in his chest. He was so angry that he tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"As expected of Master Qi, the Demon Lord vomited blood before the fight even started."

"It must be Master Qi."

"Sure enough, the ginger is still old and spicy."

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the waves ahead are always on the mountain."

The drizzle in the Demon Realm was continuous, but Qi Hanzhi still hated the rain. He held a sword in one hand and a white jade umbrella frame in the other, and came gracefully.

The rainwater poured out obliquely from the umbrella, but did not touch Qi Han's clothes at all.

The frost sword was struck out, carrying the cold air, and chased directly towards the demon king who was vomiting blood; but when the demon king saw the sword coming, he was busy retreating and slashing, and had no time to take care of Xie Xingchen.

Qi Hanzhi stood under the umbrella.

Holding the handle of the umbrella with clear-cut fingers, he tapped his plain white fingertips. He raised his eyes and stretched out his hand towards Xie Xingchen: "Why are you getting wet like this? Are you deliberately making me feel distressed?"

The young monks turned around and pretended not to see him.

Xie Xingchen smiled nonchalantly, jumped down on the leaves, held Qi Hanzhi's hand, and got under the white jade umbrella.

Xie Xingchen wrung out his sleeves and said, "It's not intentional, it's because the disciple is too weak to win."

Qi Hanzhi stared at the soaked Xie Xingchen, seeing how hard he was twisting, and pinched him to remove the water from his body. "If you can't win, you will find the master. You are not too weak."

Xie Xingchen was amused by his logic, "Wouldn't this disciple become a loser who only relies on his master?"

Qi Hanzhi really hoped that he would become a little loser who would only rely on him, so that he would not be uneasy and afraid of losing Xie Xingchen.

Qi Hanzhi raised his eyebrows: "I hope so."

Xie Xingchen kissed the corner of his lips: "Master, this disciple doesn't want to become a waste."

Qi Hanzhi kissed his forehead and said, "Okay."

After some charming moments, Qi Hanzhi looked past Xie Xingchen and looked at the monks in the distance who were using them as backgrounds to minimize their presence, and suddenly said: "Turn around, am I so scary?"

The monk was trembling with fear, his body was stiff, and he turned around almost with hands and feet. His smile was uglier than crying: "Master Qi."

The rain is cold and my heart is even colder.

Qi Hanzhi caught them and asked, regardless of whether they were scared or not, "Which sect are they from?"

"Qing...Qingfeng Sect."

Qi Hanzhi chuckled: "The Japanese will come to visit me instead."

Xie Xingchen didn't understand: "Master, why do you want to go to Qingfeng Sect?"

Qi Hanzhi's cold fingertips rubbed the handle of the white jade umbrella, and he went down to the ground, "Of course it's to visit a friend I haven't seen for many years and reminisce about old times."

Xie Xingchen faked a smile, he didn't believe it.

Whoever believes is stupid.