This righteous way always wants to die

"Why don't you cultivate demons? Is it fear? Or disgust?" Duan Fanchen knew that his tone was bad, but he couldn't help asking sarcastically.

That day, when Lei Jie was possessed by the demon, the spiritual root of Bu Ji was infected, and after Bu Ji knew the demon seed, he simply cut off his spiritual root.

"...Bu Ji cannot repair demons." Bu Ji answered him calmly.

"Huh?! I'm afraid he has become a big devil, bloodthirsty and meat-eating? Or is it a big kill?" Duan Fanchen asked this question as if he was laughing.

"No, no, no, this is my father's order." Bu Ji took another sip of ginger soup.

"What? Could it be that you are still a milk baby! Are you making me laugh when such a big man listens to his father?!" The word father seemed to have stimulated Duan Fanchen, and he couldn't help but yelled loudly.

"...Mr. Fanchen clearly knows that Bu Ji doesn't mean that." Bu Ji put down the ginger soup and sighed slightly.

Duan Fanchen was surprised for a moment, he obviously wanted to apologize or say sorry, but the words became insincere when the words came to his lips.

He carefully observed Bu Ji's face, and there was no trace of injury in the face that seemed to have never melted for thousands of years, just like he had never shown a smile.

Duan Fanchen found that he couldn't even imagine Bu Ji smiling.

"Father said that there is no need to hide some words. It may hurt someone if you explain it clearly, but covering it will only make the wound fester." Bu Ji beckoned, and Duan Fanchen sat down.

He resisted the discomfort of hearing the title 'father', and looked at Bu Ji with a cold face.

"First of all, I want to apologize to you." Bu Ji looked at Duan Fanchen, and his ice-blue eyes seemed to be shining with gentle light because of the light.

"Promise to be your Taoist companion, I just don't think it matters."

"Because... I was born with no emotions and desires..." Bu Ji said lightly, but it seemed like the most impossible thing to happen.

"...It's impossible, if you don't have the seven emotions and six desires, how can you be contaminated by the devil's energy!" Duan Fanchen slapped the table hard and stood up.

"If you don't believe me." Bu Ji stretched out his wrist.

Duan Fanchen pressed it, and the seven souls corresponding to the seven emotions that normal people should have did not exist.

"My father has been teaching me since I was born that Bu Ji is God's chosen devil. Once he becomes a demon, everything in the world will be lost." Bu Ji withdrew his hand and took another sip of the slightly cold ginger soup.

He can't even tell whether he likes it or not, so what about love?

"Sorry, Bu Ji can't understand the mood of Lord Fanchen, nor can he understand the reason why Lord Fanchen must fight. I'm sorry that I can only use sorry to prevaricate Lord Fanchen, although Bu Ji's even prevarication of this mood is only made by his father's agreement It's just words." Bu Ji said something that made people feel extremely sad, but the person who said it really couldn't feel it.

He couldn't understand the dim and flickering light in Fan Chenjun's eyes at the moment, and he couldn't understand the turmoil on his calm face at the moment.

He guessed other people's hearts and thoughts for too long, even if he didn't feel the so-called 'tired', he wouldn't be 'annoyed', but the time has come, right?

He will be a mortal, so it's not bad to die of old age.

"In this case……"

He is heartless.

"Lord Fanchen no longer..."

He is affectionate and righteous.

"If you need a divination machine..."

He has nothing to worry about.

"Then that's it..."

He cut off the edge.

"Break this contract."

Duan Fanchen seemed to have completely reacted to the words of the divination machine.

Amidst the crisp ringing of jingling bells, pink light emerged from the two of them, and turned into a dirty black color in the next moment.

Bu Ji spat out a mouthful of black blood because he had endured all the backlash from breaching the contract.

"No!" Duan Fanchen wanted to support Bu Ji, but there was another figure standing there before him.

"You didn't hurt Brother Xiaoji enough! Duan Fanchen!" Shu Tu's words rang in his ears like a thunderstorm, forcing Duan Fanchen to flee.

The author has something to say:

00 Small Theater:

Bu Ji: Come on!Hurt each other! (vomit blood)

Duan Fanchen: Do you really have zero EQ? ! (angry!)

Shu Tu: I can finally reach the pinnacle of life, and get married to cancel the possibility of marrying a rich and handsome man! (Smile)

Author: Hahahaha, look at those three idiots!

Everyone: (angry!)

Author: (died)