Master, I especially hold grudges!

I deliberately wanted to keep a distance from him, I was cowardly, I was afraid, I just didn't want to die silently by his hands one day.

But when you are infinitely afraid of something, you will find that his ghost is lingering around you.

On the day of Guisen's trial, the palaces were supposed to go separately and complete their own trials, but Uncle Seven said that he was going to find a very hard-to-find fairy grass, and asked Yaoguang disciples to follow the others first and not to be separated.

But Duan Heng just followed behind me.

I don't know what his intention is, so I can only walk ahead tremblingly, poking the overgrown weeds with the sword to pay attention to the monsters, while worrying whether Duan Heng will suddenly rush up and stab me with the sword.

Frightened sweat dripped down my forehead, I covered my sleeves and wiped it, but suddenly felt something on my shoulder.

The hand holding the sword turned sideways, and I quickly turned around and slashed with the sword, but Duan Heng clamped my sword with two fingers before the people around him found out. He looked relaxed as if I didn't use any force at all. All dissipated.

The smile in Duan Heng's eyes was deep and cold, he let go of his two fingers, took a step forward, and lowered his voice, "You seem to be... afraid of me?"

My heart shuddered, and my eardrums were stimulated by his sudden change of attitude.Putting the sword behind my back, I looked at him coldly, without saying a word from beginning to end.

I was afraid that if I spoke, my trembling voice would reveal my fear.

He stretched his hand behind my back, held my wrist and slowly sheathed the sword, as if he was doing a very ordinary thing, but I was already breaking out in cold sweat.

"Duan Ting, I know you've been watching me," he brushed off the non-existent dust on my shoulders, "since you first saw me."

"You are right. I killed all the people in Yanyunyuan of the Duan family in Lingxu."

In his sinister tone, I heard a kind of excited madness.

Yanyun Courtyard is the backyard where the woman was. Thinking of Duan Xiao's description of those corpses to me, I felt a sudden cramping pain in my abdomen.I raised my eyes to look at him, and only clenched my fists tightly could I insist on not avoiding his sight.

"Duan You disappeared in Mingbojian some time ago, and now everyone in the Lingxu Market is looking for him. What do you think happened to him?"

Duan Yan, these two words were pronounced by Duan Heng, as if talking about a dead person.It was the first time I heard him call his cousin's name directly. He seemed to cast a big net, and then waited for the prey that strangled and devoured the net one by one.

Those who abused his mother, those who abused him, were being paid back one by one by him.

I sneaked onto the hilt of the sword, looking for an opportunity to strike first, but Duan Heng seemed to understand my thoughts very well.

"Don't be afraid..." He said softly, and as the breeze blown away from his ears, it made people think it was an illusion, "I won't kill you."

There was a slight smile on his face, but the eyes of a young animal were emitting a fierce light at this moment. The more I looked at each other, the more I felt that I was small and pitiful.The way he looked at me was just like the way my cousin looked at him back then.

I was suddenly on fire.

Before I had time to think about whether what he said was sincere, I was about to wave my sword to brush his hand away, but suddenly I heard a roar that shook the sky, and a gust of wind blew in the forest, blinding people's eyes.

I hurriedly blocked my eyes, and I heard someone shouting not far away: "It's Chaos! Run away!"

Of course, I have heard the name of the chaotic beast. Even if the seven sons of the Tianmen are here, they may not be able to retreat unscathed, let alone us disciples.He didn't think about it, I pulled out the sword and wanted to flee with the sword, and I was about to start accelerating, but suddenly I felt the sword sink.

Duan Heng held my shoulder, and I just realized that he didn't bring a sword today, and he didn't make a move on the difficult monster encountered on the way.

Is it because the injury from the last Tianmen general election has not recovered yet?

I just thought of this, and I couldn't help laughing in my heart. Chaos is chasing after him, and Duan Heng is still injured. This is an excellent opportunity. As long as he dies, not only will the Duan family not hold him accountable, we will You don't have to be at his mercy forever in the future.

I even feel that Duan Heng's actions today are God helping me.

Controlling the direction, I noticed that there was a big tree blocking the way right in front of me. I didn't seem to dodge in that direction at all. Chaos behind me seemed to be looking for the two of us, and rushed towards us.

Just when I was about to hit the big tree, I used all my spiritual power to change direction and rushed straight up. Duan Heng lost his center of gravity and instinctively wanted to grab my clothes.

But I turned around and shook him away with my spiritual power, and Chaos under the tree also jumped up, opening its mouth wide to swallow him in one gulp.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still and become extremely slow. I grinned uncontrollably and looked at Duan Heng, as if I was proclaiming victory to him.

But Duan Heng, who fell extremely fast, not only did not have a frightened expression, he even wore a mocking smile.

Could it be that he wasn't seriously injured, could it be that he had a way to escape from the mouth of Chaos?

I keep making assumptions, I'm afraid he will have a chance to stand up.

But there are many surprises in this world, even for a person like Duan Heng, there will be many surprises.

Things didn't go the way either of us wanted.

Uncle Seven who just came over used that trick, he was as stupid as me, thought that Duan Heng was in danger, and personally took the blow of Chaos instead of him.

Blood spattered all over my face, I wiped my eyes, and saw Uncle Seven's exposed half of his body, with the last bit of consciousness, he swung his sword and left a long scar on Chaos' face.

I can't remember how the seven sons of Tianmen who dared to come after hearing the sound angrily sealed the chaotic beast, I just remember Duan Heng's expression deeply at that time.

I've never seen him so frightened.

He ran over to pick up Uncle Seven, trying to cover Uncle Seven's wound, but the bite on the waist almost bit Uncle Seven in two.

I numbly jumped off the sword, completely unaware of the terrifying battle behind me, and when I walked right in front of Duan Heng, I saw tears on his distorted face.

He actually cried.

I took two steps back and looked at Duan Heng whose shoulders were shaking in horror. Before he raised his head, he ran desperately in the opposite direction, and even forgot Yujian.

After that day, I never went back to Tianmen Mountain, not even to Lingxu.

I curled up on the cliff at the edge of Ghost Forest, hidden in one of the countless caves, and dared not take a step out.

If I just harmed Duan Heng and got revenge from him, I might not be so afraid, but in the accident, I did not know whether the Seventh Master Uncle was alive or not. For Duan Heng, it was more serious than hurting himself.

He will never let me go.

In the cold cave, I don’t know how many days I slept in a drowsy state. When I woke up, I stared at the dark cave entrance suspiciously, fearing that the devil would suddenly appear there.

That day, the sound of the pattering rain woke me up, and the water droplets formed by the moisture on the roof of the cave dripped onto my face. I wiped it off, leaned against the cold rock, and suddenly felt strong regret.

If I could have treated him better the day I saved him from my cousin, even if it wasn't sincere, I'm sure I wouldn't have ended up where I am today.

Crawling on the rocks, I understood for the first time what despair is, crying silently with the rain in the dark cave.Just when all my thoughts were lost, I heard the slow footsteps hidden under the sound of rain.

Drop by drop, step by step.

Also beating in my heart.

Like the sound of death.

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