Master, I especially hold grudges!

"The plum blossoms in Lingxu really deserve their reputation!"

Shi Fangyu stepped on the soft snow, looking at the well-bloomed plum garden in front of him with his hands behind his back, the complicated branches were dotted with strings of plum blossoms, it looked as if they were tied to it, it was not real at all.

The snowflakes were scattered by the cold wind, and the plum red was reflected in a piece of silvery white, suppressing all the mysterious atmosphere of Lingxu.

Shi Fangyu couldn't help stretching out his hand, picked off the snow-covered plum blossoms on the plum tree, put them to his mouth and blew, then turned around and sighed to Duan Heng: "Tianmen Mountain doesn't have such a thing."

Duan Heng lowered his head and smiled, then looked up at Shi Fangyu, and asked slowly, "Master likes it, why don't you plant it?"

But Shi Fangyu shrugged his shoulders, pouted his lips, pointed at the flying snow all over the sky and said, "Tianmen Mountain doesn't snow."

He put the plum blossom in his hand back to its original position, moved cautiously, and finally patted it lightly, "It looks better in the snow."

Duan Heng stared intently at Shi Fangyu, neither at the snow nor at the plum blossoms, as if the only person in front of him was left in the world.

However, he had never seen such an aggressive look in Master's eyes.

Does he know what's on his mind?

"This is cinnabar plum. Lingxu is cold all year round. The flowers bloom for a short time, but it blooms the longest." Duan Heng passed by, as if he didn't care if anyone was listening, "I don't know if plum blossoms are in their early years. I'm afraid that in this cold weather, the world is less colorful, and it always blooms so early."

Shi Fangyu looked at Duan Heng's back and felt that he was too far away from him. He quickened his pace, quickly passed Duan Heng, and then slowed down, walking with his hands behind his back like a normal walk: "It's fine as long as it looks good, don't worry about it. What!"

Walking and walking, I realized something was wrong, and I was led away by the nose again, "So, do you still want to answer the teacher's words? Hmm? What relationship do you have with Yinshazong?" He turned around, this There is an unavoidable firmness in the eyes of the second time.

But Duan Heng lowered his eyebrows and didn't answer.

"As a teacher, I don't know how the third senior brother fell into the devil's way, but you also know the attitude of the world towards demon cultivators. Even if he was the lord of the first palace before? As long as he is a demon, there is a reason to get rid of it. What's more, you-"

"What's wrong with me?" Duan Heng raised his head suddenly.

He interrupted Shi Fangyu, stared at him, and asked this sentence.At that moment, Shi Fangyu felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a thorn.

He stroked his heart, let out a breath, the cold air dissipated immediately, then turned around with a smile, and continued to walk forward as if he didn't care, and said: "What's more, if you are a disciple of Tianmen, if you have something to do with the Yin Brah Sect, I can’t tell you anything in the future, who can save you?”

Hearing the footsteps behind, but no one answered, Shi Fangyu was a little annoyed, but he didn't intend to let this question go.

"Not to mention the third senior brother, do you know all the demon cultivators in the Yinsha sect? People's hearts are unpredictable, let alone demon cultivators?"

……

Shi Fangyu chattered like an old woman, talking about his safety, Duan Heng thought that his master should be most concerned about what he did with the Yinsha sect.

However, he clearly knew that he had never been a kind person, and even cut his chest open, and the heart inside was black, and those Shi Fangyu had always known it.

But don't say it.

Everything is for his own good?

Duan Heng clenched the corner of his clothes tightly, his eyes were sore, and the back in front of him was blurred. The somewhat thin figure gradually overlapped with the figure from back then, always standing in front of him. Linghu was that time, Duan Ting was The second is, before dying, also.

Duan Heng's obsidian-like pupils were gradually stained with a layer of scarlet, and the snowflakes that fell on the top of his head melted instantly. There were also spots on his face and the corners of his eyes, mixed with something, it was very bitter.

Everything happens in one breath.

Holding the long sword condensed with spiritual power in his palm, he stabbed towards Shi Fangyu's back, and he didn't stop until he was less than an inch away from his master's back.

But almost instinctively, Shi Fangyu turned around abruptly, channeled his spiritual power and blasted the bloody long sword into nothingness.

Realizing what he had done, Shi Fangyu stood in a daze for a moment, and looked at Duan Heng in disbelief: "Ah Heng, this is—"

"Can you feel it?"

Duan Heng's hand was shaken by Shi Fangyu's strength, and the tiger's mouth was split open. Drops of blood fell on the snow, and plum blossoms bloomed.

It looks better than the one on the tree.

But he didn't realize it, and just looked at Shi Fangyu with that kind of extremely painful eyes, as if a child had been wronged.

"You can sense that I will kill you, right?"

he asked again.

Shi Fangyu retreated, and was forced to retreat by Duan Heng's eyes.

But Duan Heng didn't allow it.

He stepped forward and grabbed Shi Fangyu's skirt tightly, and slammed him into the plum tree behind him, causing all the snow on the tree to scatter in an instant.

"Use my hand to kill yourself, for what?" Duan Heng pressed against him tightly, his fingers creaking, and he changed from grievance to anger again, uttering the words suppressed in his throat, Like a sharp knife, Shi Fangyu's heart ached.

"Aheng, you know, the master is—"

"For me?" Duan Heng moved closer, the coldness in his eyes became more intense, and he smiled suddenly, but those scarlet eyes were covered with mist, and then two lines of tears were drawn.

"In order to let the people of Tianmen think that you are the reincarnation of the demon king, and that it will be over once you die, and then the real demon king is reincarnated, your apprentice! Then he can live in this world without any worries, yes ?"

Duan Heng's roar made Shi Fangyu's ears roar, and he couldn't hear a word, but he knew what Duan Heng was talking about.

He had never seen Duan Heng like this before, he was by his side before, like a docile little sheep, under his protection, following his mind, never changing.

"No, Ah Heng," Shi Fangyu didn't know why Duan Heng was so angry, but he thought he should explain, "That day, you lost control, do you remember? You don't know Master anymore, I have nothing else to do." He can't... You have never done anything wrong, and you have never hurt any innocent people. How bloodthirsty Yan Sha is, what does it have to do with you? Just let the master look at it like this, and look at his disciples because of the troubled son, the demon king Yuanpo , died at the hands of the immortal sect, and was divided up so that there is nothing left?"

"Isn't that okay?" Duan Heng asked back, "If you die like this, won't you be clean?"

"No!" Shi Fangyu swallowed a mouthful of spit, his eyes widened, as if he suddenly thought of something bad.

"Then why?" Duan Heng yelled after hearing those two words, and threw Shi Fangyu onto the snow. The biting cold instantly invaded his body, but the strange thing was that he couldn't feel anything.

"Why do you let me endure such a thing as Master's death?" Duan Heng still grabbed Shi Fangyu's lapel, but slowly fell to his chest, suppressing crying, the crying seemed to squeeze from his heart. pressed out.

It was warm there, but his heart felt a little cold. Shi Fangyu reached out and touched the top of Duan Heng's head. He wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't.

"Aheng, are you blaming Master?"

Shi Fangyu didn't want to admit that he was wrong, but isn't Duan Heng just blaming him?Blame him for doing wrong, blame him for protecting him, blame him for leaving all the endless pain behind to him.

Killing Master is too heavy a burden.

But killing the enemy, isn't that justified?What is there to regret?

"But, originally, didn't you just suspect that Master did it?"

Shi Fangyu was lying on the snow, looking at the sky blankly, it was gray and there was nothing but snow, he said coldly.

Duan Heng suddenly became quiet.

"The best ending of this story should not be that you kill your enemy with your own hands, and the soul of Yan Sha disappears from this world. Everyone is happy, right?"

Duan Heng raised his head and looked at the expressionless Shi Fangyu. He really wanted to say, no, that's not the case, but the words stuck in his throat.

"You believe that you killed your mother because of your teacher, or you doubted it, so you were shaken, so the Yansha soul awakened in your body, so you lost control, right?"

Perhaps guided by Duan Heng's emotions, Shi Fangyu suddenly remembered, from before death, rebirth, to now, that hatred that has been buried in his heart all the time.

Or rather, disappointment.

No matter what choice he made to cut off Duan Heng in the end, what kind of life he chose for him, but at that moment, Duan Heng didn't believe him, and his hatred for him instantly aroused the soul of the Demon Venerable, these are all facts.

If you believed in Him, all these things would not happen.

He clearly knew this, but he excused Duan Heng: Anyone would doubt it, right?Everyone will be angry, right?Everyone will be deceived by illusions, right?

Then he roared again: But, he is the master...

"Master, you kill me."

Suddenly a crazy voice broke into Shi Fangyu's ears, he suddenly came back to reality from the trance, and realized what he said, and he regretted it.

Duan Heng in front of him was entwined with red spiritual power, and he fell into deep self-blame, he kept repeating "Kill me", as if he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, just looked at his hands, Terrified beyond measure.

That day was a nightmare, the nightmare of two people, each with their own hatred and remorse, and tormenting themselves with these two intertwined emotions.

They are always tormenting themselves.

Because, they seem to have no choice but to really blame each other.

Shi Fangyu grabbed Duan Heng's hand, pressed him to his chest, and followed his back one by one, softly and slowly.

"Aheng, I made a mistake because of my teacher. I'm sorry. Master doesn't blame you for doubting me, so please forgive me for making decisions about your life for you, okay?"

The author has something to say:

I couldn't update it yesterday because... the stupid author wanted to fall in love (watched a Korean drama), and then knelt down today to return two updates.

I hope the adults will forgive the little...