The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

"Junhui, be careful, that magic skill..."

"Lingyi, it's all right. Although the name of this exercise sounds scary, it's just physical torture. Don't worry, the old man won't let me die."

"I always feel," Wen Qionghua thought for a long time and couldn't tell what was wrong, so he could only say, "Anyway, it's okay to be careful."

"I know Lingyi." Although Mo Daosang was still a child, he already had a soothing charm. To such a degree, it can’t do anything to me.”

"Stop talking about Junhui, it would be bad if they listened to it."

"Lingyi has suffered a lot this year. If I hadn't brought you home back then, I wouldn't be here now..."

"It's not your fault, you don't have to blame yourself."

At this time, the two young boys still naively thought that the devil's sect, which is full of evil, really doesn't know how to tame them from the heart first, and what they have to face is nothing more than this.

Until the night when it happened.

When Wen Qionghua was pulled up from the bed by a force and saw that old face, he thought that the old teacher was mainly doing something stupid, and he was full of dissatisfaction for being disturbed to sleep well.

Although Mo Daosang yelled at each other every day, the etiquette that Wen Qionghua received since he was a child made him really not be too rude to others, so he borrowed an old word and used his status as the leader, Created such a name.

It can be seen from this that Wen Qionghua really hates this leader to the extreme.

Then he was carried upside down like this, up and down all the way out of the house.

This process was really not very pleasant, but fortunately he didn't eat much at night because Junhui didn't come, otherwise he would probably have vomited it up long ago.

With the weak light, Wen Qionghua could see that this was going to the west, and that was the end of the entire Demon Cult, where the old leader's palace was located, and at the same time, it was also the place where Junhui lived.

In Wen Qionghua's heart, an ominous premonition suddenly rose.

Want to go quickly but don't want to go.

But no matter how he struggled and thought about it, the surrounding scenery was always receding. At this time, whether he will arrive or when he will arrive is completely out of his control.

Wen Qionghua couldn't help feeling very frustrated with himself who was powerless at this time. He worked very hard, but it was still not enough, not enough at all.

The Chengze Hall finally appeared in sight, but the first thing that came into view was not the famous plaque hanging high in the past, but the closed gate, through the threshold full of blood seeped through the threshold.

The smell coming along with the wind rushed into the nostrils without hindrance, and there was a fishy smell of water.

Wen Qionghua never thought that he would have such great courage to dare to disobey this ruthless old leader. He stared fiercely at the person who was carrying him with his straightforward eyes that violated his nature, and his voice almost wanted to bite the person in front of him so hard. Take a sip: "What did you do to Junhui?"

"What's the matter? You'll know soon." The voice of the old leader was filled with unspeakable joy, and then, he waved his sleeves, and the door opened immediately.

No matter how calm and precocious Wen Qionghua was at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help trembling all over.

But he himself didn't know whether he was afraid of the remnants of the hall, or the young man with blue veins wrapped around his neck and red eyes holding a sword in the middle of the hall.

The black clothes on Mo Daosang's body seemed to be darker, and now it was completely soaked and stuck to his body, showing his tall and straight figure unreservedly due to his daily martial arts practice despite his young age.

Hearing the movement, he finally turned around from stagnation, however, there was nothing called humanity in those eyes.

So the old leader laughed happily, and threw Wen Qionghua over casually: "It's done hahahaha, magic skill," then he stared obsessively at Mo Daosang, bewitching, "Come on, come on again!" Sword, cut off your last love, as long as you use another sword, you will have nothing to miss when you are a human being."

Mo Daosang didn't know whether he understood or just wanted to destroy it. From the moment Wen Qionghua finally entered the palace, he locked all the energy on him.

Then, he swung his palm mercilessly, smashing the small body in the air to the ground.

After confirming that the prey had no ability to resist, he walked there step by step.

Wen Qionghua didn't know how many times he hated his own weakness tonight, the five internal organs seemed to be displaced and his vision became blurred in pain, but the most painful was in the heart, it was indescribable as if it was about to be torn apart.

He struggled, but in the end he only called out the word Junhui, which was still so tiny.

He was lying on the floor unable to move, and his eyes were useless. Even if he stared at the outline of that figure, he couldn't clearly see the expression on his friend's face at the moment, but because he was close to the floor, the sword blade slashed. The rubbing sound of bricks and stones became very clear in his ears.

He wanted to laugh instead, he had joked about Junhui's sword that was taller than himself, now, is he going to die by this sword?

The old leader seemed to be crazy with excitement, and his laughter finally choked up. He kept guarding this room of purgatory, as if he was guarding some rare treasure.

Mo Daosang finally approached the lying person, and all kinds of voices in his head stimulated him to feel a moment of relief only when he saw other people's flesh and blood being separated. Naturally, this person in front of him was no exception.

He could see his lips moving, but he couldn't understand it.

Pulling Long Yuan off the ground with his hands, an expression finally appeared on his face, but it was madness and anticipation.

Wen Qionghua's lips, which had been trying to say something, finally closed. At the same time, her heart sank completely, and her body was as cold as ice.

He just stared at the sword, it fell little by little, and scratched at his body, so serious that he could even predict how big a wound the sword would leave on his body.

He was afraid that he was really going to die.

When the severe pain spread from his chest to his whole body, unexpectedly, apart from his bewilderment and hatred, he even felt a sense of relief.

They shouldn't have met in the first place. If they hadn't met, both of them would have experienced this relaxed feeling long ago.

Wen Qionghua closed her eyes, at this moment, the pain can be ignored instead.

He was waiting, waiting for himself to be completely terminated like the others in the hall, but finally he waited for the sound of the sword falling to the ground.

So he opened his eyes again, he couldn't see what kind of expression Mo Daosang was on, he only felt a continuous flow of thick internal force into his body.

This kind of rescue that didn't care about the consequences at all finally allowed his declining vitality to be maintained.

Even Wen Qionghua could think about it, maybe the old leader would leave when he saw the sword being drawn, otherwise, he would definitely not allow such a scene.

He wanted to touch the head of the child kneeling next to him, and tell him not to be so sad, but his fingers couldn't move at all, and he couldn't even speak.

There seems to be hallucinations in front of my eyes, and my consciousness is floating and not very clear.

When he was fully awake, there was an unfamiliar bed cover embroidered with cloud patterns in front of him.

His chest was well bandaged and his body was dry. Although he was still weak, he could feel that he was gone and his life was not in danger. It was hard to imagine how anyone could save him from such a wound.

He really wanted to ask what happened, what happened to the extra power in his body, and if he didn't die, Junhui would be embarrassing.

He has also experienced how vicious the old leader's way of torturing people is.

He wanted to wait for Junhui to come to see him and explain his doubts, but he just kept it like this day after day, with only a few maids and guards around him.

He didn't know anything about the question, and he was already going crazy.

But with such a body, he couldn't even get off the bed.

Then suddenly one day, they started calling him Guardian Zuo, and the respect between words and deeds became more obvious.

He had a premonition of something, so he stopped asking.

After a year of this, when he finally recovered his health and was able to go out, the first place he received the order to go was a newly built gorgeous palace on the top of the mountain.

The leader's palace that is far away from everyone in the Demon Cult.

There, for the first time, he bowed down to his childhood friend who he treated like a brother, who is now the evil leader of the Demon Cult.

I also saw the newly promoted right protector who was at the same rank as myself.

Then, he was slapped and lay on the bed for another half a year.

But in the past six months, he also had his own power, so he knew that when he was discovered, there was a congealed scar on his chest, from his shoulder to his lower abdomen.

One night, the leader broke into the Chengze Hall alone, and the next morning everyone was summoned, but there was no one in the seat of the leader. Just when it was strange, he came in from the outside, with blood dripping from his sword, and sat on the leader's seat in a grand manner. seat.

When he is in power, if the people below are disobedient, they will be cut with a sword without hesitation.

From then on, the devil's sect became even more silent, and the entire sect practiced severe torture, just like a purgatory on earth.

It wasn't until Wen Qionghua and Lin Wentian gradually took control of the entire sect that the situation improved.

Memories come to an abrupt end here.

Wen Qionghua walked on the mountain path with the person in his arms, and slowly saw the palace standing on the top of the mountain facing the wind.

So gorgeous, but even he felt cold and didn't want to stay longer.

Pushing open the door of the hall, he put the person on his unbelievably spacious bed.

Then he got up, and only when he saw those red timid eyes did he realize that Modusang had woken up.

Or not dizzy at all, after all, there is too much disparity in strength between them.

The atmosphere froze for a while, and no one spoke.

Finally, Wen Qionghua sighed, and patted his head like he did when he was a child: "Junhui, I'll get you some food."

Mo Daosang didn't speak, but his fingers were tightened again. Wen Qionghua followed his palm and saw his crumpled clothes.

So his tone became more gentle: "Junhui, don't be afraid, okay, I'll be back soon." At this moment, he wished that he was the leader of the demon sect who couldn't cry or endure, at least he would be like that, Can't feel pain.

Mo Daosang hesitated, and forced himself to let go of his hand, but he quickly grasped the bed sheet under him.

Wen Qionghua had no choice but to leave cruelly and resolutely, and went to sweep some food as quickly as possible and came back, but it was still too late.

Facing the shivering brocade quilt, he couldn't do anything.