Quick Transmigration, the Male Lead is Not Easy to Top

He didn't dare to think about Liang Yu's name.

Just thinking about it makes my heart bloody.

He especially couldn't forget the last look in Liang Yu's eyes. He wanted to die with all his heart, and he didn't have to. He knew everything, his hatred, and his plan for revenge.

So he fulfilled himself.

He finally avenged his parents, but Liang Yu's death also killed him.

He just misses that devil so much, and really wants to see him again.

That man was the gentlest person in the world, but he was also the cruelest person in the world. He chose such a way of death, and he would never forget him for the rest of his life.

A lifetime of regret and pain.

If that was his punishment for himself, then he succeeded.

He died so badly that he didn't even have a chance to offer his condolences.

Devil, devil, sometimes I really hate you!

Why, why didn't he just be more cruel and just kill himself?

There is no interest in living, how can I have the strength to avenge the rest?

Thinking of this, Yan Juefei burst into tears.

He just, really wanted to see him again.

Even if it is a dead person.

"Junior Brother, Master Liang likes you so much. If he knows it, he will hope that you will live a good life. If he sees you like this all day long, he will be sad." Chu Yuan really couldn't stand him like this, so he suppressed the pain in his heart and comforted him .

He is so jealous of that devil, even though he is dead, he will always live in the heart of his junior brother.

How can the living beat the dead?

But he didn't want to see him sad like this.

The two of them traveled through more than a dozen towns, and the condition of this person has not changed at all. He seems to have lost his soul all day long. He doesn't know how long it will take him to get out.

"Well, you're right, I want to live well." Yan Juefei responded lightly, then looked up at the house in front of him and said, "Here we are."

Chu Yuan hurriedly jumped off the horse.

This is the entrance of the Devil's Cult in Xicheng. Hall Master Chen immediately came to greet him when he heard the report from his subordinates. When he saw him, his expression was also a little sad. The news of Liang Yu's death has now spread throughout the world.

Yan Juefei's face was neither happy nor sad, and he entered the courtyard and asked directly: "Master Chen, did you have a clue about the matter of sending someone to find him?"

Hall Master Chen hurriedly said: "Reporting to the Master, after receiving the order from the Master, the disciples of the nine Hall Masters have already inquired around, and they have found many men named Ding Yi, but none of them are suitable for the Master. Require."

People with the same name and surname are common, but none of them match.

"Then keep looking." Yan Juefei said coldly, then frowned: "What about Yaofeng?"

"Master Yaofeng is still here."

"Very good, I'm going to see him now." Yan Juefei nodded, and walked straight to the yard where Yaofeng was. Just as he opened the door of the room, a sharp sword stabbed him.

Chief Chen was shocked, he slapped it away with his palm, Yaofeng's hand went numb, and the long sword fell to the ground.

Yan Juefei glanced at him and motioned him to go down.

Yaofeng picked up the sword again, with gloomy eyes, pointed at him with the sword: "He is dead? He died in your hands, right?"

I heard a few young men talking about it before.

"Young master, the devil's death was his own fault, and it has nothing to do with my junior brother." Seeing the hatred in the man's eyes, Chu Yuan explained with a frown.

Yan Juefei laughed: "Yes, he died in my hands. The funny thing is that I didn't know that I loved him until after he died."

Chu Yuan felt that his smile was uglier than crying.

Yaofeng's eyes froze, and the hand holding the sword suddenly thrust out. Chu Yuan's face changed drastically and he was about to block him, but Yan Juefei blocked him with a stretch of his arm, and the sword in Yaofeng's hand pierced his shoulder.

"You love him, so why don't you just accompany him to die?" Yaofeng glared at him, pushed the sword hard and stabbed deeper, blood gushed out instantly, dyeing Yan Juefei's snow-white clothes red .

He used to love red.

After Liang Yu died, his clothes were all white.

He will honor him for the rest of his life.

"Junior brother!" Chu Yuan stared at the blood, looking at him with a pale face.

Yan Juefei looked at the hatred in Yaofeng's eyes, and felt that he saw his former self. He couldn't help but smiled, "I want to die with him, but he wants me to live"

Yaofeng stared at him, this Yan Juefei was no longer the Yan Juefei from before.

There is no light in those eyes, and there is no heat. He is already a dead man. What's the point of killing a dead man? Me, let me go."

Yan Juefei put one hand on the injured shoulder, enduring the bursts of pain, and slightly raised the other hand: "Let him go"

Yaofeng left without looking back while holding the bleeding sword head.

"Junior brother, why are you bothering?" Chu Yuan dragged him into the room, tore off his shirt and asked someone to deliver the wound medicine, and helped him treat the wound himself.

Yan Juefei didn't move.

The next day, Yan Juefei set off again, preparing to go to Jalin County, where Liang Yu's only thing was left.

At noon, the two found an inn and planned to eat something simple, but found that such a remote town was full of people from the rivers and lakes.

Yan Juefei was suspicious when he heard several Jianghu people in the lobby discussing loudly: "I heard that Liang Yu, the dead leader of the Demon Cult, gave Yan Juefei a divine fruit Bai Zhudan before his death. Zhu Dan can improve his skills for a hundred years, no wonder the master of Cangshan refused to hand over that monster surnamed Yan, presumably because he wanted to embezzle such a treasure for himself."

Yan Juefei's heart skipped a beat when he heard that.

Chu Yuan's expression changed.

Another person said loudly: "Liu, you can't talk nonsense about empty words. The head of Zhang is a decent man, so how could he covet other people's things? Isn't internal strength another great evil in the world, it's definitely not like you said that you want to swallow it for yourself."

"This person is so heartbroken, who knows why?" Several people chuckled.

Yan Juefei frowned, caressing the cup in his hand, he has a fetish like Baizhuguo on his body, no one knows except Liang Yu and himself, who spread the news?

"No matter what his surname Zhang is going to do, if there is no explanation, the whole world will end up with him, but the most important thing right now is to find the devil first." The big man next door had just finished speaking, when suddenly the table in front of him was struck with a sword It was cut in half and fell down.

Several people were startled and turned their heads to look.

Yan Juefei had a gloomy face, staring at them with a sword in his hand.

"I am the devil you are talking about. I do have what you are talking about, but if you want it, please ask my sword first!"

His face was full of evil spirits, not to mention his identity, but he was also full of the evil spirit of a demon cult monster. This revealing of his identity scared the whole inn's gangsters to stand up and draw their weapons.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Chu Yuan quickly jumped to the middle, and said with a smile, "Everyone, don't get excited. I am Chu Yuan, the chief disciple of the Cangshan School. I can assure you that there is absolutely no treasure in my junior brother."

As he spoke, he winked at him.

His identity is already sensitive, and now he admits that he has Qibao, is it because he is afraid of trouble and not looking for him?

Yan Juefei pursed his lips, glanced slowly, and looked at a group of Jianghu people with greedy eyes, sneered, and was about to teach them a lesson.

Suddenly, a person broke into the door.

A man out of season.

The visitor was holding an umbrella dripping with water. As soon as he came in, he saw a group of people holding up swords. He was so frightened that he yelled, "What's the matter, I didn't go to the wrong place, right?"

This man was dressed in a navy blue gown. He was slender and thin with a clear face. He was holding a few books in his arms.

"Shopkeeper, why are there so many people with knives and guns here today? They're all full of evil spirits, it's really insulting to the gentlemen." The scholar asked the shopkeeper complaining.

The shopkeeper made a bitter face and winked at him.

It's better not to mess with the Jianghu people, who doesn't know that those who run inns are most afraid of meeting Jianghu people?

He only whispered to the scholar: "Mr. Ding, don't talk nonsense, go upstairs and close the door and don't come out."

I just hope these people remember to pay him more money after the fight.

The young master surnamed Ding shook his head and sighed, walked around the two martial arts men, and was about to go upstairs, when he walked, there was a faint sound of bells on his body.

Yan Juefei only caught a glimpse of the man's back before, and didn't worry about it. He just felt that he was a sour scholar. Hearing that it was Ding, he couldn't help but look at the scholar again.

Seeing this, his complexion changed drastically, and he suddenly moved to the scholar in a flash.

The scholar was about to go upstairs, and just as he lifted his feet up the stairs, he almost fell down in fright, but his hands were tightly grasped the next second.

"Your surname is Ding?" Yan Juefei tightly grasped the scholar's hand, his gaze like a hook.

"Yeah? Why can't my surname be Ding?" Seeing his ferocious eyes, Shu asked in a weak voice. "Don't you Jianghu people even care about other people's surnames?"

"Say, what is your name Ding?" Ding Yi is Liang Yu's brother, and Yan Juefei must help him find this brother, so he is extremely sensitive to the surname Ding now.

The scholar wanted to pull out his hand, but the handsome but fierce-eyed martial artist in front of him was too strong, so he couldn't pull it out at all.

I had no choice but to give up and answer honestly, "Xiaosheng's surname is Ding, and his single name is an Yi character. What else do heroes want to ask? What are you doing?"

Before the scholar named Ding Yi could finish speaking, Yan Juefei stretched out his hand to touch him, which made him yell out in fright: "Whatever you do is indecent, don't touch a hero, it's really inappropriate for you to do so."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Juefei pulled open his collar with one hand, took out from inside, and sure enough, he took out a thin gold lock pendant from his neck.

The shape is very delicate, with a T-shaped engraved on the lock surface, the golden lock is a hollow design, and there are a few small golden bells inside, the sound just now is the sound of the golden bells colliding.

"You, I understand, you want to rob! You want to grab my golden lock!" Ding Yi snatched the golden lock from Yan Juefei's hand and held it tightly. Knowing that, he looked at Yan Juefei nervously: "So you are not a hero, you are a robber"

Yan Juefei's face darkened, wishing he could seal the scholar's mouth with a seal.

He directly carried the people upstairs, ignoring the other Jianghu people who were at war.