The Devil and the Flower

What does the devil look like?

No one could tell.

Emperor Jiang at least had the big and small things recorded in the history books, and he could still find some shadows. The devil king only had illusory legends.

People in the world know Qinghui Daojun, but they don't know anything about Demon King.

So they were in awe, fear, and bewildered.

Jiang Huan is not the case.

In his heart, no matter what Feng Yueci looks like, he is his A Yue.

The snow is falling silently all over the sky, the surrounding fields are empty, and the bright moon hangs high in the night sky, unparalleled in brightness.

Everyone fell to the ground.

Feng Yueci brushed Jiang Huan's eyebrows with his hand.

Jiang Huan stared at him closely, quickly held his hand and put it to his lips, kissing eagerly, only when he touched the cold temperature did he feel a little real.

Feng Yue resigned and returned.

Jiang Huan's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and only this thought remained in his mind-his A Yue is not dead, his A Yue is back.

So good, so good, so good.

The wind blows the hem of the lichen, shakes the long black and black hair, and the silver and white outer gauze flutters, clean and free from smoke and dust.

Feng Yueci looked calm and said nothing.

Jiang Huan couldn't stand the silence, and leaned over to hug him, but in an instant, Feng Yueci turned his palm over and pointed at the center of his brow.

The chill poured in, and the soul trembled.

The green umbrella then fell to the ground, kicking up fine snowflakes.

Jiang Huan paused, froze in place, without any resistance, and the affection in his eyes remained undiminished, and his tone was extremely gentle, he said: "Ah Yue wants to kill me?"

Without waiting for Feng Yueci to answer, a long knife appeared in his palm, and he put it directly in Feng Yueci's hand, pointing at himself and said: "Don't be so troublesome, come, this is the position, Ah Yue stabbed me too, and let me taste it too." Taste your pain."

The Jiang family looked at this scene in the distance, their fear surpassed their awe, and the head of the Jiang family hurriedly shouted: "Your Majesty, no..."

Jiang Huan said: "Shut up!"

The head of the Jiang family was very anxious, and the Jiang family brothers and sisters hurriedly tugged at their father.

Everyone lowered their heads and held their breath, pretending that they did not exist.

Feng Yueci didn't take the knife, and said: "Why should I kill you?"

Jiang Huan only looked at the place where he was pierced by the blade, and said, "A Yue, does it hurt?"

Feng Yue resigned, "It doesn't hurt."

Jiang Huan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't tell whether it was the surge of emotion, or the awakening of another consciousness, he suddenly turned the long knife and pointed it at himself, but was blocked by Feng Yueci.

Jiang Huan said: "I kept saying I wanted to protect you, but in the end I hurt you with my own hands. I kept saying I love you, but in the end I almost killed you! I really... hate myself to death!"

If Feng Yueci was not the devil king, he would have died under that knife!

Just thinking of the consequences, Jiang Huan trembled with fear.

Even if he stabbed himself ten times, it would be difficult to dispel the hatred in his heart.

Feng Yueci slashed down the knife in his hand, and finally there were some waves in his eyes, and he called softly: "Wang Ting."

Jiang Huan came back from the brink of madness only after hearing this "Wang Ting", which was the same as usual.

Feng Yueci touched his forehead with his hand, and said, "Wang Ting, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

Jiang Huan choked for breath, and blood dripped from his tightly clenched palms.

He has always hated people crying, because crying can't solve anything.

It’s so painful that you can’t help it. If you do something wrong and cry, you are using tears to win sympathy and excuse yourself.

Jiang Huan disdains this.

He can repay, he can blame himself, he can do anything, as long as it can bleed, there will be no more tears.

There were blood marks on the palm, the blood splashed on the snow and stained the feet red, Jiang Huan looked at Feng Yueci, and murmured: "A Yue, I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore, I thought you... ..."

Never like me again.

Feng Yueci said indifferently: "You once said that you miss me when you see flowers, and you always miss me when you look at the moon. Huayue can last forever, so how can you let go of it? Wang Ting, I am in love with you, and it has never changed."

There was a flower in Jiang Huan's heart, which withered and withered with the knife, but now it bloomed again like rain.

The long knife fell to the ground.

The light in Jiang Huan's eyes lit up, even more than before, but he smiled and was about to say something, but blood completely covered his eyes.

The blood-eyed Jiang Huan instantly took the lead, stared at Feng Yueci, laughed, and said: "You love him, you love me. Your Majesty the Demon King, you actually love someone, you even love me."

Jiang Huan suppressed him, and said furiously: "Go away! Ah Yue loves me! Not you trash!"

Jiang Huan with bloody eyes said: "We are the same person, loving you is loving me. Your Majesty the Demon King, do you know how beautiful you are? I can't wait to see what you will look like when you die."

"I, say, get out, drive away!"

"Sorry, I, get out, no, it's over!"

The two consciousnesses tore each other apart, and then mingled together in the sea of ​​consciousness. Because of Feng Yueci's return, the golden chains shone brightly, suppressing the blood-eyed Jiang Huan, and Jiang Huan quickly gained the upper hand, regardless of the relationship with the way of heaven. The avatar's life and life are connected, and the beating should be as hard as possible.

Feng Yue said: "Wang Ting, let him come out."

Jiang Huan was furious and said, "Ah Yue, you are mine!"

Feng Yue said: "Your. I have something to ask him."

Jiang Huan with bloody eyes said: "I know what you want to ask, it's okay to tell you, now I am the heavenly way of both sides of the world, if I die, your realm of the devil king will collapse immediately, and everyone will die. What's more, even if you want to It is not so easy to kill me, when you ran out of oil, your soul was gone, and now you have been reincarnated for thousands of years, have you fully recovered?"

"Oh yes, I almost forgot, you lost your soul again seven years ago," Jiang Huan with blood eyes said with a half-smile, "My lord, you are so pitiful and lovely."

Feng Yueci remained calm and looked at him quietly.

Jiang Huan slashed at people frantically in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Go to hell with me!"

The blood-eyed Jiang Huan didn't bother to fight anymore, so he let him chop.

The harder Jiang Huan slashed, the faster his soul would dissipate, but the seal disappeared, and now he is the body of heaven, and the soul reunited faster, at most he would suffer a little injury, and he would not die at all.

Fighting in the sea of ​​consciousness, the appearance looks like a samadhi, only the pupils are sometimes dark and sometimes blood red, which can be used to judge which consciousness is dominant.

Feng Yue resigned: "Wang Ting, the way of heaven is not a living being. If you merge with the way of heaven, you are still yourself."

The world has pros and cons, and people also have pros and cons.

Originally, the two should exist together, but because of the special nature of the "Devil King's Mirror", the two coexist but exist independently.

But this does not mean that the opposite of everyone will appear, but often requires an opportunity.

Those with a low level of cultivation and excessive obsession are easily affected by the negative forces of the world, thus giving birth to their own negative side. On the contrary, those with a high level of cultivation will not be easily affected.

Emperor Jiang's cultivation level was extremely high at that time, and it was purely his own death.

There are pros and cons in the world, but there is only one way of heaven. Emperor Jiang merged with the way of heaven, and the self represents the positive side of the world, so it is normal that a negative side will be born.

The relationship between the pros and cons is hard to tell.

Some are like the good and evil sides of human beings, but they are far more complicated than good and evil.

Because human nature is inherently complex, there are good and evil on the positive side, and good and evil on the negative side, and it is difficult to distinguish.

Jiang Huan said: "How could he be me? I won't hurt you even if I die! Ah Yue, don't listen to his nonsense, I have been chasing you for 6000 years, you are mine, and it has nothing to do with him! I will kill him sooner or later! "

Everyone: "..."

Seeing the present and hearing the present, the smarter people present could guess the situation, and they felt very desperate in their hearts—no wonder Emperor Jiang was cheated, it turned out that Emperor Jiang himself was the one who caused the trouble!

So after hurting himself and beating himself, Emperor Jiang had to kill himself?

Get sick quickly!

Feng Yueci raised his hand, and tapped Jiang Huan's eyebrows again, temporarily suppressing the blood-eyed Jiang Huan.

He swayed imperceptibly, and suddenly turned sideways, with blood spilling from his lips.

Jiang Huan frowned, immediately hugged him and disappeared in place, leaving a group of people looking at each other, at a loss.

Lu Jun, who was hiding behind the crowd, with a dark face, tugged at Luo Bingying, signaling to take the opportunity to leave.

Luo Bingying said: "The devil king is back, where else can he go? Just wait."

Yuan Jun said: "That's right."

Slaughter said: "You..."

He couldn't continue talking, because the four demon generals had surrounded them at some point.

Lu Jun stared at Wu Yi'an and said, "You traitor!"

Yuan Jun tore off the disguise on his face, and said: "What traitor, you are an undercover agent! Yian, Shiyan, Mianxi, Yanlan, I am the principal, and I am also an undercover agent. I have already confessed my relatives, so there is no need to arrest me I am an old man."

Wu Yi'an: "Yes."

Ji Shiyan: "???"

Li Mianxi: "!!!"

Lin Yanlan: "..."

Lu Jun pointed at Yuan Jun, his fingers trembling: "You you you!"

Hundreds of people: "..."

What the hell is this!