After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

Heavy fog, at first glance, looks like real fog.He could barely breathe in the fog.The shadow of the tree is hazy, like a ghost standing in the fog, hideous and empty.

Is this hell, or the world of smog?All in all, it's not heaven, and heaven should never be so foggy.

Zhang Yan was thinking wildly, a burst of sly laughter came to his ears, and the sound of footsteps came to a stop not far from him.

Who?

"Haha, it's been 100 years, and finally a living person has come down to accompany me!"

It's so cold and it hurts.If he could control this body, he should be trembling desperately, but Helan Yanqing didn't.He was lying on the frozen ground with bruises all over his body, but he could still ask calmly, "Who are you?"

This place, this state, Zhang Yan suddenly understood that this was what happened after Yan Qing fell off the cliff of love.

The visitor squatted down, and an old face covered by disheveled hair jumped into view: "If you ask me who I am, then who are you?"

Yan Qing pursed her lips tightly and chose to remain silent.

"Young man, you don't need to tell me, I can also throw you here and let you destroy yourself." The middle-aged man got up while talking, and it seemed that he was going to throw him here again.

Helan Yanqing gritted her teeth, struggled a bit, and finally said, "Yan Qing."

The middle-aged man stopped walking away.

"My name is Helan Yanqing."

"Helan?" The voice of the middle-aged man trembled. He walked back, helped Yan Qing up from the ground, and pulled his shoulders. His eyes hidden behind his messy hair shone brightly: "You are a descendant of the Helan clan. ?”

Yan Qing immediately asked: "Do you know the Helan clan?"

"Naturally!" The man laughed a few times, and took out a elixir from his bosom: "Come on, eat this. All you suffered were traumatic injuries, take the elixir, and you will recover soon."

Of course, you can't eat whatever a stranger gives you. Zhang Yan understands this truth, and Yan Qing understands it even more.

"What? Are you afraid that I will poison you?" The middle-aged man's face darkened. "If I want you to die, I don't care about you. Your physical body is so badly injured that you will die within a few days."

After hesitating for a while, Yan Qing opened her mouth and obediently swallowed the elixir.Soon, a strange spiritual power rose from the dantian and slowly flowed through the whole body. After less than an hour, all the injuries on this body were healed.

As soon as she gained strength, Yan Qing immediately stood up and distanced herself from the middle-aged man: "Who are you? Why did you help me?"

The middle-aged man didn't care about this, and sneered: "Look, you only have some strength, so you know how to question me? In the past hundred years, I have only refined three Huanyang pills, and you ate one." , You don’t thank me for saving my life, but you have this attitude. Heartless brat, hum.”

Yan Qing's experience in the first half of his life really made him dare not trust anyone, even his childhood playmates betrayed him, let alone a stranger who had never met before, and he was still at the bottom of the cliff.

"This junior is offended." He pondered for a moment, then slowed down his tone, "I don't know your senior's name?"

"Helan Hongsheng." The middle-aged man said, "Silly boy, I am your uncle."

Helan Hongsheng?My heart jumped up: "Isn't the Helan clan..."

"They're all dead?" The middle-aged man interrupted him: "Hmph, these old bastards don't think my death is enough, and they want me to never be reborn forever, abolishing my cultivation and throwing me down from above. I didn't expect that I didn't die, but survived at the bottom of this cliff. Hahahahaha..." He Lan Hongsheng laughed wildly, "Heaven has eyes! I didn't expect that our uncle and nephew would meet each other. It seems that these old guys are so good. The day is over!"

Yan Qing still had doubts, and his words were guarded: "How can I trust you so easily? Is there any proof?"

"Take a good look at my face! What proof do you need?!" He Lan Hongsheng violently pushed back his messy hair, his face was as pale as a dead man's because he hadn't seen the sun all year round, but under the dim light, Yan Qing could still tell the difference. His facial contours are indeed five points similar to his own.Especially those eyes, they are exactly the same.

Could it be that in this world, I really still have relatives left?For a while, Yan Qing had mixed feelings in his heart.

"I've waited for 100 years, a full 100 years!" He Lan Hongsheng said, his expression a little crazy, "Finally let me wait until the time for revenge."

"Revenge?" This time it was Yan Qing's turn to sneer: "You have been trapped under the cliff for 100 years, and you have not escaped from this place, and I," he looked down at his hands, which used to be able to hold everyone together. A bow can hold a long sword, but now I am afraid that even holding a hatchet is difficult, "I am already a useless person with no meridians, even if there are a few more people like you and me, what is the use?"

"Did you know that the Helan clan has a secret book that can cleanse the muscles? It is because of this secret book that we, who are indifferent to the world, will be attacked by the so-called righteous people with evil intentions and end up exterminating the clan."

This is the first time Yan Qing heard what happened back then from the mouth of a person who witnessed it: "You mean? The Helan clan is not a demon cultivator?"

For many years, he has been living in the humiliation brought about by his life experience, but someone told him that he is not a demon queen at all.

"Of course not!" He Lan Hongsheng said sonorously.

Joy, resentment, bitterness, sadness, hatred...Countless emotions collided in Yan Qing's heart, and even Zhang Yan, who was a bystander, became sad.

"That's what they told you?" He Lanhong raised his eyes sharply, and let out some coldness again: "These bull-nosed people are really hypocritical, hum. Come on, Yan Qing, take revenge with me..." His tone was full of delusion.

This is his uncle, his only relative in this world.

Yan Qing took a step back, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his body was ahead of his reason, he stretched out his hand...

In an instant, countless blurry images flashed before his eyes, almost making Zhang Yan dizzy. Suddenly, the flashing image stopped, and it was fixed on a child's wide-open eyes.

A boy about three or four years old, curled up in his mother's increasingly cold arms, was looking at him in horror, with a pleading look in his eyes, and his little hands were tightly clutching the clothes on his mother's chest.

He was pinned down and couldn't run far.

The blood flowed out from the woman's wound piercing through the body, seemingly endlessly, smeared on the ground in large patches.

The courtyard was strewn with corpses of men and women, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was suffocating.Everyone is slaughtering crazily, dominated by the desire to kill, and the scene is like hell.

Yan Qing held the long sword, looked at the child, but hesitated with his rock-steady hand.

kill him!The thrill of killing swayed in his ears.

But he is just an innocent child, what's wrong with him?In Yan Qing's mind, the self when he was young, kneeling in the heavy snow, wasn't he the same at that time?

Then let him go.said another voice.Yan Qing put away her long sword, turned around and was about to leave.

The child behind him exclaimed.When Yan Qing went to look again, he was already lying in a pool of blood with his mother. A long sword pierced through him from behind. The child did not die immediately. He opened his mouth and tried his best to breathe. Pink foam gushed from the corner of his mouth. It came out, and then there was blood. With a cough, it was a big mouthful of blood, and he still struggled for a while.

"Uncle!" Yan Qing exclaimed in shock, "He is innocent."

"Cutting weeds has to get rid of the roots." The man said indifferently, "Besides, if you don't kill him, he won't be able to survive at all. This is kindness to him."

No, it's not like that.

Yan Qing stood there, feeling cold all over.

Zhang Yan woke up from the dream, already drenched in cold sweat.

With his heart beating uneasily in his chest, he got out of bed and ran all the way to the bathroom, retching into the sink, as if he wanted to vomit out his internal organs.

He looked at his hands, which had been stained with countless blood.

devil.

Suddenly a voice jumped out of his head.

You are a devil.

He hugged his painful head in a broken state.

With a "snap", the light in the bathroom turned on, and the mirror in front of the washstand suddenly reflected Zhang Yan's ashen-ashen face.

He turned his head and met He Lanjue's gaze. He was standing at the door with one hand still on the switch by the door.

He Lanjue's face was full of concern and worry: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yan wiped the bitten corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands with his head down: "He Lanjue, you said Yan Qing is a very good person, are you lying to me?"

He Lanjue walked behind him and said softly, "How could I lie to you?"

"Liar!" Zhang Yan yelled, and punched the black marble washstand.The dull sound of flesh hitting the stone echoed in the narrow space, and his hand swelled rapidly, but he couldn't feel any pain.

The trembling pleading eyes of the child in the dream were lingering, Zhang Yan was overwhelmed by the heavy guilt, and a strong self-loathing overwhelmed him.

"You lied to me." His shoulders trembled, "Helan Yanqing is obviously an executioner. A heinous murderer!"

"He did kill a lot of people." A hand pressed down on his shoulder, and a warm feeling was transmitted through the palm of his hand. He Lanjue's body leaned against him, as if giving him support all at once. "But that's not Yan Qing's original intention. He was deceived by people, mistakenly thinking that those people were enemies who slaughtered his relatives and killed his parents, and they only wanted revenge."

He spoke slowly, with a gentle voice: "It's because I didn't protect him well, made him suffer from bullying, and almost lost his life. It's all my fault."

Zhang Yan turned his head and looked at He Lanjue, only to see that his lips were pale, and his expression was more self-blame and flustered than him. For some reason, tears welled up all at once.

For the past six months, he has been haunted by Yan Qing's nightmare day and night, and he feels the joy and pain of Yan Qing, but he is only 25 years old, and Yan Qing's life is much longer, and there are too many things in his life. Heavy things, these dreams are about to make him collapse.

"You can always dream of Yan Qing, don't you?" He Lanjue asked, carefully took Zhang Yan's injured hand, and began to apply the healing technique.

Zhang Yan nodded hesitantly.

He Lanjue sighed: "When did it start?"

"The night we slept in Tiancheng Mountain, I dreamed of the scene where Helan Yanqing saw you for the first time."

He Lanjue's eyes moved, as if he could see directly into the depths of his heart: "How much have you read?"

"Until... until Yan Qing and you meet again..." Zhang Yan's voice became lower and lower.

He Lanjue breathed a sigh of relief, "Why didn't you tell me? Yan Qing's memory returned in such a short period of time, your body can't bear it at all, and it will get worse after a while."

"I want to know what happened, and tell you, you will definitely stop these dreams." Zhang Yan said awkwardly.

He Lanjue smiled slightly, and raised his hand to wipe away his tears: "Zhang Yan, Yan Qing has been dead for many years, all these things are in the past. And the past is no longer important."

He stretched out his arms to hug Zhang Yan, "I love you. I love you named Zhang Yan. You haven't done anything bad, why should you feel guilty and sad?"

Zhang Yan looked at He Lanjue, and slowly embraced him with both hands.

"Stop being obsessed with Yan Qing's memory, okay? Just be yourself and leave the rest to me, huh?" Zhang Yan met He Lanjue's eyes, which were as dark as the night and turned deep red, as if opened. The endless manjushahua is enchanting, passionate and decisive.

"Forget it, forget everything about Yan Qing." The murmur in his ear was like a banshee's seductive spell, and Zhang Yan's eyes gradually lost their luster, "Ah Jue..." He whimpered and stretched his tense body The child softened and fell into He Lanjue's arms.

"Go to sleep." He Lanjue lightly touched Zhang Yan's lips, with sadness in his eyes.