This righteous way always wants to die

"I'm sorry... I can't do anything anymore." Ling Che sighed and left the vortex so far.

"It's okay, Shu Tu needs to thank you sir." Shu Tu cupped his hands slightly, not caring about it for a long time.

If it wasn't for Duan Fanchen, Ling Che would have left long ago.

Shu Tu returned to the quiet room, and Bu Ji was as silent as an ink painting.

It's just that no matter how beautiful it is, it is not a living existence, which is regrettable.

False and true.

"Brother Xiaoji, I'm sorry, Shu Tu has to go to practice, I've arranged for a puppet to bring you food." Shu Tu gently wrapped his arms around the divination machine, even though he knew he couldn't respond.

I still feel heartache because of a little extravagant hope in my heart.

His strength has fallen to the bottom, if he does not become stronger, it will be extremely difficult for him to protect himself, let alone protect the divination machine.

In the seventh year of Buji and Shutu, Shutu retreated.

The quiet time seems to be stretched to infinity.

Bu Ji is like a puppet that has been arranged, spending every day.

Until one day, the clay dolls made by Shu Tu were also deliberately destroyed, and no one cared about the life and death of the divination machine.

Bu Ji sat in front of the table, looking at the tableware that no one put away.

"...Is this what he calls protection?" Duan Fanchen walked over with a basket on his shoulders.

Bu Ji had almost no reaction to anyone except Shu Tu.

It was already past the meal time, so Duan Fanchen swept away the bowls and chopsticks without causing any reaction from him.

The fresh food full of aura was still emitting heat. Bu Ji hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out his hand. When the right hand was stretched out, the left hand still raised the sleeve robe with restraint to avoid contamination of the food.

Bu Ji eats without rush or slowness, which is pleasing to the eye.

Duan Fanchen didn't like this rigid action for a long time, he hesitated to choose a piece of pastry that looked delicious and not difficult to chew, and put it directly to his mouth.

Bu Ji's behavior habits were broken, and he paused for a while before he opened his mouth tentatively.

Duan Fanchen's fingertips brushed his somewhat cold lips, but there was an unspeakable sweetness in his heart.

But this kind of sweetness is like a drop of honey dripping into the bitter gourd juice, and it disappears without a trace, leaving only a more bitter taste.

"Looks like I've been completely defeated... Bu Ji, how can I get you back..." Duan Fanchen muttered to himself.

Shu Tu retreated, Duan Fanchen occasionally took care of Bu Ji, except for meals, he would also accompany Bu Ji when he was sleeping.

He had no intention of practicing.

Such a year, happy and sweet, makes people sad.

Duan Fanchen has already cut off more extravagant hopes, as long as the divination machine still exists, it is the reason for him to continue.

"...You, you are the one who caused Shu Tu to be like this. He was originally a talent from the sky, and it was all because of your harm." Shu Tu's senior brother made a unwilling and angry voice, but faced the divination who was like a living dead. The machine speaks rudely, but it is also hopeless.

Bu Ji was grabbed by him without any response.

Jian Weihua led him into the forbidden area of ​​Wansheng Gate and opened the seal of the Gate of Nether Sea.

Only here is the place of no return where Bu Ji turns into the Demon King of Samsara again and cannot return.

This is the home of the dead, and the place of no return for the living.

Jian Weihua couldn't stand Shu Tu being dragged down by such a waste anymore, even if he was hated, it didn't matter.

Compared with him, a person whose cultivation is only considered superior, Shu Tu is the person who should stand at the top of the righteous path!

The Bu Ji fell into the gray vortex without any response.

This body is nothing but an instinct for survival.

There is no so-called sensibility and rationality, just a place that can make Shu Tu miss the existence.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Bu Ji: ... what?Where have I been?I'm already a third-class cripple, why are you still tossing me? !

Duan Fanchen: Chick! !

Shu Tu: ...I won't retreat next time, it's too nonsense for outsiders to take care of me.

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