The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

Broken porcelain fell on the floor tiles, and when I looked inside, I saw window curtains hanging on the bedposts that had been pulled so hard that they couldn't be discerned, and there was a mess everywhere.

Contrary to this mess, there is an eerie silence here.

No matter outside or inside the door, there was no trace of any living creature's movement. Even if you looked carefully, you could see that everything in the house was covered with a thin layer of dust.

Suddenly, there was a flash of rapid breathing, which would be completely unnoticed in other places, but the room seemed to be disturbed, and the whole house shook.

Looking towards the bed, there is a struggling person sitting there cross-legged, but he is clearly sitting, but it makes people feel that a gust of wind can blow him away.

The robe was rumpled and drooped on him, dangling like it was hanging from a branch.

It's just that for a person who is so downcast that he can't bear to look anywhere, his eyelashes are surprisingly thick and curled up, one can almost imagine what a pair of clear eyes there were once.

The expression of the person on the bed became more ferocious, he endured it, and at last it was as if he couldn't bear it anymore, his eyelids opened suddenly, revealing a pair of fierce eyes with dense scarlet bloodshot inside.

Especially against the skinny face, such a pair of eyes looked extraordinarily large, and the size was also extraordinarily terrifying.

If there is a child who sees it, I am afraid that he will not even dare to cry.

After the man opened his eyes, his body was still trembling and holding back, the skeleton could almost be seen on the shoulders under the clothes, just shaking like this made people feel that he would shake himself away.

Only by noticing his skeleton did he realize that this person's skeleton is not wide, at best he can only be regarded as a teenager.

Only his isolation and madness make people notice nothing but fear.

Some blood fell from above, fell into his dark robes and was never found again.

The young man clenched his fists, and the broken bedcloth was entangled between his fingers. He didn't know how long it took before he finally calmed down, and his body collapsed on those skinny arms.

After accumulating strength, the boy dragged his body and half-crawled towards the head of the bed, but his arms seemed to be filled with lead, and he was out of breath after only a few crawls.

After one more time, the boy finally climbed to the head of the bed, and saw another boy sleeping soundly on the side as he wished. His face and the half of the bed he was lying on were clearly in this room, but they seemed completely different. Belong here as well.

Neat and calm.

It seems that there is a non-existent line lying there, dividing the room into two distinct parts.

Insurmountable to each other.

"Lingyi."

Suddenly there was a voice, but because he hadn't spoken for a long time, the voice was hoarse and deep. The boy himself was startled, and then he laughed at himself.

The involvement made all the skin move, which was indescribably weird.

Now even if Mo Daosang's parents are still alive, they will no longer recognize that this is their proud son.

If you insist on admitting it, you will probably only get a scream.

No one could have imagined that he could last so long under the ravages of the magic kung fu, so when the old leader learned that he had rescued Wen Qionghua, he only came once, and he wanted to stop him when he saw that his tendons were all broken. Modusang left.

He didn't want to completely destroy the seedlings of the future of the Demon Cult, anyway, it was only a matter of time.

"The sword on his body was left by you. If you are with him, he will have a second sword and a third sword in a short time. Do you think you can escape?"

The previous warning words were still in my ears, and Mo Daosang got closer and said: "It's been a year, I really don't know how long I can last, Ling Yi, why are you still awake, you have slept enough."

Every time he said a word, it made his throat burn with pain, but he didn't know what happened today, but he didn't want to stop: "They said that I was actually crazy, and I think so, otherwise I should give you one now. Sword, give myself a sword, and everything will be fine, but I am not reconciled, I have waited for too long, and I can't stop."

"It's the second time, Ling Yi, you just like to look at me so much, do you collapse in front of you? You fall asleep every time, but can you actually see it? Are you laughing at me?"

"Why, why, I didn't ask you to pay me back, you don't owe me, you don't owe me."

"You are so cruel."

Suddenly, Mo Daosang's face was distorted again, his eyes were absent-minded, and a few blue lines floated up on his neck, but no one could see it at this time, his fingers became claws, and he was about to grab To the person in front of you.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, those hands that don't look like teenagers are covering the slender and beautiful neck below, just looking at it, it feels like a blasphemy to the person lying down, but in the end, the strength is just tightly clasped, not even half of it. impose it.

Mo Daosang then pulled his hand back and slammed it heavily on the bed in front of him, but with his current strength, the bed only shook slightly and then remained silent.

"Ah," Mo Daosang shouted while grabbing his hair, as if tearing at his uncontrollable soul, "If you dare to die, I will dare to chase you down and kill you again. Even if you die, don't even think about it rest in peace."

Severely, it turned into whimpering and sobbing again in vain.

"Lingyi, wake up."

"I hate you so much."

"I miss you so much."

"I only have you left."

After all, no one can give him a response, even a few words.

As the sun was setting, a gust of wind blew past the door. The young man held his sword and looked at the ruins in front of him, and walked out through the threshold. Then, without turning his eyes, he walked down the mountain.

It can be seen that the young man is not worried about being discovered at all, and it is obviously not the first time he has gone down the mountain. After all, in such a rare place, unless he is really dying or completely crazy, there will be no movement.

Mo Daosang went down the mountain in the chaos of blood in his mind based on intuition, raised his sword to stop people when he saw them, and savagely searched for what he was looking for from them.

As usual, there were not many obstacles.

It's just that in the past year, all the things he found had the same final result, that is, when he was out of control, he shattered into dust, and he couldn't find them again when the wind blew.

"Young Master, there is something that reassures the soul, can you borrow it for the next time." Such words should be said in a joking tone, but he is more than that. How to do it.

He speaks human language, but it is more like the roar of wild animals to others' ears.

Mo Daosang stopped the child who was younger than him, but looked at the person next to him whose expression hadn't changed from beginning to end.

Although he could not even see their faces clearly due to the intrusion into his sanity due to the magic power, he could feel their unique demeanor, maybe there was something on them that could be suppressed, Mo Daosang rarely gave birth joy.

But for him now, even joy will only fuel his tyranny and murderous intent.

"Brother, this is not a posture of borrowing something." The boy who was being held by him said something, and then fell silent after Modasang's sword approached.

"There are such things in the world, but in your situation, it's best to use up your skills. We have a method that doesn't hurt the foundation." This is what the older boy said.

Look, it's another upright gentleman, isn't it tiring to learn these things at a young age?He didn't know how many people like him he had seen.

It's that simple, he's already dead.

"Don't talk about those useless things, take it or not, if you don't take it, I will kill this brat."

Almost at the moment when he shouted, Mo Daosang felt the world spinning again, and the premonition that he would not be able to control it became stronger and stronger. Now all he had left was his heart and eyes, crazily thirsting for blood.

So that his nerves that have accumulated over the years can be completely indulged.

Relying on his remaining rationality, Mo Daosang bit his forearm with one bite, waves of instant gratification hit one after another, every skin was trembling with comfort, trembling trying to cover up his humanity and conscience .

His self-restraint only made him suffer even more, and made his body tremble violently again, and even the sword in his hand trembled, and the neck of the child pressed by him immediately bled.

The young boy felt movement behind him, his neck turned cold, his face turned pale with fright, and he said in a trembling voice, "Brother, be careful."

Another voice reminded him, "Stay calm and don't give up."

Mo Daosang vomited casually after the out of control, and the piece of flesh on his forearm was spat out by him. Now his red eyes, jaw, shoulders and neck covered in blood are like that man-eating monster. It looks terrible.

"Give it or not, otherwise none of the people here today will even want to live."

When Mo Daosang said that, he really wanted to get that thing. He didn't even know what it was and whether it was useful, just like a person trapped at the bottom of a well who sees a ray of light and knows he can't grasp it, but he doesn't want to let go.

But the headache got worse, and he was dazed for a while, and his eyes suddenly turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. His eyes opened to the extreme, as if they were about to open the eyeballs inside.

No, I can't wait any longer.

At this juncture, his mind finally became clearer than ever before. He knew that he had hallucinations more and more frequently recently. He was really, really going to lose control completely, and he couldn't waste time here anymore.

With the last will, he kicked the person in front of him, and rushed straight to Fengshan.

Carrying the sword all the way into the Chengze Palace, countless faces, either unfamiliar or familiar, fell down at his feet, among them, naturally including the face that created all his sins and despair, which he would never forget even in death.

Mo Daosang finally killed his enemy, but he didn't kill someone to get what he wanted, so he completely lost control.

But when he realized that he was going to lose control, and his wish might never come true, he rushed into this temple and killed the previous leader with all his might.

When he stepped up to Chengze and lost the chief seat, other people's blood on his body was piled with his own blood, and the pungent smell filled the entire hall.

Mo Daosang woke up from a deep sleep, and couldn't completely shake off that deep emotion for a while.

It was too real, so real, as if he had really experienced it once.

He could even feel the last thought in that person's heart. He didn't know where the strength came from stealing it for such a long time. It was really a gift from heaven, but he was still not reconciled.

"Master Host?" Xiao Yanzi called out tentatively.

Mo Daosang came back to his senses and responded to him in his mind: "I'm fine."

Xiao Yanzi finally calmed down: "The genius doctor said that the Evil Grass is the only thing in the world that is neither medicine nor poison, that is, the only thing that can affect the magic power. I am really worried about what will happen to you, Lord Host."

"The deity has been silent for so long, but just came out to breathe, what can happen?"

"Ah?" The moment Xiao Yanzi heard this, he really suspected that the original owner of the body had woken up, and he was extremely worried.

But the muffled laughter came over immediately, and he knew that he was probably being played by the host again.

Xiao Yanzi was speechless again, very angry, he shouldn't worry about the host at all.