Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

It was a beautiful spring day, and Chi Weiming, who had been lying in bed for several days, was finally able to get out of bed and move around.

On his chest, the bright red formation was like a red spider web, tightly binding his heart. That was the mark that Yan Wenmo specially left for him.

A few days ago, the first thing Yan Wenmo did after returning from the West Sea was to go to the Wanmo Sect and the Wanmo Palace. She stripped off his clothes in an extremely simple, rough and irresistible manner, leaving this mark on him.

At that time, he felt a heart-wrenching pain, so severe that he almost fainted. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in Wanmo Palace. His clothes had been changed into men's clothes. Next to him was the drowsy Chu Yanhong.

He didn't know whether Chu Yanhong had seen his women's clothing, so he looked a little alert when he woke up. He subconsciously wanted to get up, but he couldn't move at all.

He wanted to guess what Yan Wenmo had done to him, but he keenly discovered that he seemed to remember something, something he had forgotten for a long, long time.

But at this moment he was too weak to even leave the bed, so he could only stay still and pretend to continue sleeping.

He lay in bed for three days, and was anxious for three days. His mind was always thinking about that thing, that very important thing, that thing he had forgotten for nearly ten years.

The memory that had inexplicably intruded upon him before disappeared inexplicably again, and the emotion that was so strong that it almost affected his mind was also gone.

Now, in his heart and mind, there are only the simplest, most honest and even primitive desires that he should have.

He wanted to see that person, the person he hadn't seen for a long, long time, so long that he almost forgot what that person looked like, so long that he had forgotten all his past memories and only remembered the words "live well".

Live, yes, live well, no matter what situation you encounter, live well, this was the last sentence the man told him, and it was also the most important advice.

Because of this sentence, he has been trying hard to live, very hard, in the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, like an animal, surviving in a humiliating and shameless manner.

But now, he holds the power of life and death, second only to one man and above everyone else. In the Wanmo Sect, no one can bully him, force him, or order him around. But that person will never be seen again.

Chi Weiming waved away the followers following him, quietly left the Wanmo Palace, left Wanmo Town, came to a small courtyard on the edge of Wanmo Town, quietly pushed open the dilapidated door, and walked in.

Chi Weiming's expression softened a lot, just like a wanderer who had not returned home for a long time, even though this small courtyard was extremely dilapidated and located in the corner of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, where no one cared about it, and even the courtyard was overgrown with weeds. He looked relaxed, as if he had let down all his defenses.

Perhaps because no one was watching over it, this place was occupied by insects, ants, birds and beasts. Looking at the weeds that were more than a meter tall, his heart suddenly panicked and he rushed in. He saw a skeleton with its hands folded lying in the thinnest coffin.

The moment he saw the white bones, Chi Weiming's heart instantly settled down. He sat on the ground without any concern, letting his robe get stained with dust. He sat next to the thin coffin, staring at the white bones in the coffin in a daze, just like when he was a child.

Even though the body had decayed, even though the bones had begun to rot, Chi Weiming stared at the bones with admiration in his eyes and a respectful expression, without any of the domineering and cold look he had when treating outsiders.

The person in the coffin was his father, his biological father, and the person he had killed with his own hands.

In fact, to be precise, it was his father who bumped into the dagger in order to keep him alive, and the blood splattered all over his face and body, and there was no way to wash it off.

From then on, he began to have hallucinations. He felt that his body and face were covered with his father's blood. It was everywhere, and he could not get rid of it or avoid it.

Seeing that Chi Weiming had killed his father, even the people sitting in high positions and the surrounding people began to laugh. They threw down coins and food as if giving alms. Only Chi Weiming stared blankly at the person in front of him who was gradually cooling down, with a dull expression.

He was only seven years old, a child, not very mature, and had no power to resist at all. Killing him was easy, as easy as pie. Even before this, there had been scenes of fathers and sons killing each other.

But his father did not kill him like other fathers. He just touched his face, wiped away his tears of fear and terror with love and compassion, and gently told him:

"Tomorrow, live, live well, live like an animal..."

After saying this, he fell heavily to the ground like a puppet that had lost its strength. There was a loud noise, and then the excited applause from the upper position came one after another.

But Chi Weiming could not hear all this. He just looked at the dead person in front of him, and only one sentence echoed in his mind, 'Live, live well'. Therefore, he had to live, live by any means necessary.

It is extremely difficult for a child to survive in the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, not to mention that he is only seven years old and it is easier for him to die than to live.

He had robbed food, killed people, taken money, and looted things. He had done everything to survive. He wanted to survive, to survive in this place where people eat each other.

Many people die in the Wanmo Sect every day, and many slave traders bring in people every day. Perhaps because he killed his father and was stained with his father's blood, Chi Weiming discovered that he could practice magic skills.

He was not lucky. He had to grope his way through every step on his own. He had no guide, no mentor, nothing. He just groped his way forward step by step, becoming stronger little by little, until he was eighteen, until he offended the supervisor of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace.

In fact, it is not an offense, but in the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, killing is just an excuse to improve strength, so the steward wants to kill him to improve his own strength.

He tried hard for a long, long time and lived to be eighteen years old. He was very good-looking and could use his appearance to seduce a few female cultivators from the Demon Sect, and then take their yin to replenish their yang or kill them to cover up the crime.

Anyway, he has a good appearance, he is good at comforting women, he is very good in bed, and not too many women have died in his hands.

It just happened that before the steward got involved with a certain female cultivator, he seized the initiative and got the jackpot first, so he was hunted down.

He escaped for a long time but was finally found. At the critical moment, he wanted to blow himself up in exchange for his own death, but he found that a force that he could not even control was ready to move at this moment.

Then, Gu Hansheng appeared, and he forgot about his father and everything. He only remembered to live and live well.

He really lived a good life, thinking every day about how to kill the enemies and survive, so he became the Demon Lord, so that no one in this world could bully him anymore. But he forgot his father, the father he forgot in the courtyard.

After his father died that year, he dragged his father's body alone, slowly walking back step by step.

He walked from dawn to dusk, and then from dusk to dawn. His hands were covered with blood from friction, but he never gave up, because his father was his only relative.

He walked for three days, brought his father to the hut, and watched silently. He watched the corpse rot, stink, and decay day by day until it turned into bones.

The house was filled with a bad smell, but it belonged to his father, his only relative. He was unwilling to give it up, and even more unwilling to leave.

He was afraid that someone would seek revenge on his father, so the first thing he learned was to protect his father's bones. Fortunately, they were perfectly preserved and they were still well preserved after not seeing them for more than ten years.

That’s really good, Chi Weiming thought, Father, I may see you soon, but will you still wait for me? !