After the rebirth, the dead enemy became my master

"..."

He Yi has lived for several lifetimes, but he never expected that one day he would cry so miserably.

These tears may be comparable to the tears when he was thrown in the market in his previous life.

……

He came to the foot of Lingwu Mountain, looked up at the cable bridge, and as soon as the previous memories came to him, He Yi was stunned for a moment, and left the place as if fleeing.

Along the way, he was full of anxiety.

He Yi looked around anxiously, and then went to the market, looking for an inn to stay for the night, when a man suddenly blocked his way.

——This person has a stern face, with anger in his brows.

It's the emperor.

The Emperor said: "Xuan Zhao, I finally found you."

"...Then it's really not easy for you." He Yi said lightly.

In the first life, he was arrested and sent to be punished by heaven during the peak period of mana, but he was still crippled and died a few days later.

In this life, I am afraid that he will die directly on the execution ground.

He Yi thought through all this, and there was almost no disturbance in his heart. The only regret was that he failed to tell Shen Yuqing that he really liked him.

It's not like before, it's just because it's fun, and it's refreshing to see my deadly enemy in the previous life dare not speak out against me.

He Yi wants to spend the rest of his life with Shen Yuqing.

Unfortunately, it is impossible.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, the Emperor sneered, "Do you want me to invite you to the Heavenly Court?"

"No need." He Yi was about to leave when the Emperor said again: "These days, someone has protected you very well."

He Yi's heart trembled, and he withdrew his strided legs, curled his lips and said, "Oh? Really?"

The Emperor: "Of course, that person was tortured for you and tried his best to bring you back to life after you died. Under such circumstances, how could he not hide you?"

When he heard the words "torture for you", a flash of understanding flashed in He Yi's eyes. He looked back and said with a smile: "I'm afraid the emperor was worrying too much. He broke up with me a long time ago. Now that person's thoughts are rushing towards me. On a person surnamed Xie Liunan."

……

Thunder billowed, deafening.

mortal world.

The woman wore a veil, took back the book stall, and ran to one side of the eaves to hide from the rain.

She heard the thunder, her eyes were dark, suddenly there was a pain in her heart, she clutched her heart, bent down, weeping uncontrollably.

"how?"

The woman opened her eyes and saw a pair of black boots.

She trembled suddenly, suppressed her anger, and slowly straightened her waist, her eyes were cold, she looked at the blind man, her breath was disordered, and said: "Is it you?"

Xie Liunan nodded and admitted, "That's right."

The woman shouted: "Why do you tell the emperor that he is still alive?! Why?! Is it because you can't see others living better than you? Then I advise you to kill all the rich and powerful people in this world!"

Xie Liunan laughed a few times, and said in a stern tone, "Okay, you just reminded me."

"You!!" The woman pointed at him angrily, biting every word extremely hard, and cursed: "I will die!"

I thought that Xie Liunan would get angry on the spot and break her neck, but he didn't expect his tone to be light, and said: "The four words of not having a good death don't work on me."

He leaned closer, and sprayed the warm breath on the woman's face, "Because since I was born, I have been written all over my body, from the inside to the outside, with the words "I must die."

After finishing speaking, he pulled out his jade flute, and the woman said in surprise, "What are you going to do!"

Xie Liunan smiled softly: "Kill those damned people, and then put the blame on him."

"..."

……

The rainy night is very long.

By the time Shen Yuqing found out that He Yi had disappeared, two days had passed.

He drowsy after drinking, and has been in a daze for the past few days, half awake, and he didn't expect He Yi to leave.

Shen Yuqing stared at the prayer belt in her hand in a daze.

After a long time, he got up abruptly and walked quickly to the Taoist temple by the Anlin River.

There happened to be a Taoist priest washing his face by the water.

He walked over and said, "Excuse me—"

Before the words fell, the Taoist priest suddenly bounced up, nodded with a smile and said: "This benefactor dares to ask you—"

Shen Yuqing interrupted, and said, "Did your Excellency—"

A voice came from behind him, "He Yi has been taken to Heaven."

"..."

Shen Yuqing turned around and saw Xie Liunan, she raised her hand and slapped her.

Xie Liunan was stunned for a while by the burning pain on his face. Before he could say anything, the person in front of him raised his sword.

The sword qi was chilly, straight to the neck.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the Taoist shouted: "Donors, calm down! If you are not feeling well, you can go to worship the Buddha, and you will have merit—"

Shen Yuqing glanced over coldly, and said, "Shut up!"

Xie Liunan smiled suddenly, "Master, this is the first time I see you being so angry."

The blade had sunk into the skin, and Shen Yuqing trembled, "You said it."

There was not the slightest doubt in his tone.

Xie Liunan sneered, "Why do one or two ask me this question?"

He said: "Then I'll say it again, I told the emperor, and all the magic power in He Yi's body is now on me, he is now a useless person."

"..."

"Master, don't think about killing me, and then create a body for He Yi, because no one can suppress me anymore." Xie Liunan laughed and said, "Now go to the barren mountain where the corpse was thrown, Maybe I can see him for the last time..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Yuqing threw the sword and disappeared without a trace.

"Face." Xie Liunan insisted on finishing his words, then looked at the sword on the ground, and said with a sad voice: "Shen Yuqing, don't go too far."

……

The heavy rain was pouring, and the smell of blood lingered all around, but within a few seconds, it was washed away by the rain, followed by another wave, and so on.

The barren mountains and ridges, the trees are dry, and the wild animals are howling.

——Then I can be called Xianjun Shizun from now on?

——Master, Master, you are so kind.

——Master, I am so lucky...

The soft voice of the boy at that time echoed in his ears.It's obviously the same scene, but at this moment, the person on the back is so weak that his heart palpitations.

Help him... who will help him?

Who will help Thirteen...

Just send him back to Lingwu Mountain...

He's gotten his due...he's never been a complete demon.

Shen Yuqing kept asking and defending in her heart, but there was nothing else around her but ghosts with fangs and claws.

Following He Yi's muffled hum, Shen Yuqing's heart trembled.

The expected thing happened after all.

"Ah, the enchantment on this person is gone! We can start!"

"God! I've been waiting for a century-old dish!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"I want legs!"

"Actually, the head is the most fragrant... especially his eyes, which are very strong at first glance and have endless aftertaste. It's a pity that they were dug out."

do not……

do not do that……

"Let him go..." Shen Yuqing said.

"what?"

"Huh huh huh?"

"You are here."

"Why did your mana disappear?"

"Wow, this is the first time I've seen such a Shen Xianjun!"

"Let him go..." Shen Yuqing's body trembled like chaff.

The ghost smiled: "Ha! Xianjun, what you said is not pleasant. We are ghosts, and we already feed on humans. This is the same as you eat cattle, sheep, fish and chicken!"

"That's right, we won't starve to death if we don't eat him."

"Xianjun, you are a kind person, we are going to starve to death...do you have the heart?"

Shen Yuqing possessed her body, put He Yi under the tree, faced the group of famine ghosts, and swore:

"I'll find you new food."

"what?"

The ghost listened to a joke: "Hahahaha, we ghosts only eat people! Don't try to get us a bunch of Chinese cabbages!"

Shen Yuqing: "I'll find someone for you."

The ghost choked back his laughter and trembled all over: "We don't eat people who are so dirty to death, He Yi is the only one in the world who can compare with him... um, a child from the human world?"

Child……

Shen Yuqing, you have saved thousands of people who have nothing to do with you in this life, why does He Yi suffer because of you again and again?

If it wasn't for him... He Yi wouldn't have become a demon cultivator either.

If it wasn't for him, there wouldn't be so many things going on.

He Yi, must be rescued.

Even if he dies badly, everyone will cast aside him.

Shen Yuqing clenched her fists: "...OK."

"Ouch!"

"Oh my god! Is what you said true, Xianjun?

Shen Yuqing agreed decisively: "Yes."

"..."

"hiss--"

Sighs echoed in the forest.

"Are you still the Shen Xianjun from before?" The ghost asked suspiciously, approached, and smelled it: "It smells right..."

Am I...?

Two hours ago, he was still confronting the Emperor in Heaven.

The emperor was obviously disappointed with him, and warned: "If you choose to save him, there will be no place for you in this heaven, can you think about it?"

Although the man's words were euphemistic, Shen Yuqing knew it very clearly in her heart.

From that moment on, I was no longer a fairy.

I just want to live for myself now, for Thirteen.

Human energy is limited, even God.

If you are tired, you also need to rest.

……

Three years later.

Such a story is widely circulated among the people.

It is said that during the past 200 years, a poor family gave birth to a son named He Yi.

He Yi is a child with a special constitution. When his mother gave birth to him, there was a gust of wind outside the house, and the dogs barked and the flowers fell.

It was very difficult for He Yi to grow up, because the demon cultivator would torture him from time to time, making him go through the darkness of the world. When he was six years old, his mother couldn't stand it anymore——

A fairy named Shen Yuqing, alias Fang Qingze, descended to the world to eliminate demons, happened to pass by He Yi's house, and was entangled by He Yi.

He Yi: "Can the fairy take me in?"

Shen Yuqing declined, he hated the demon Xiu, the child was still young, he couldn't do anything, so he wanted him to fend for himself.

He Yi was sent to another family by Shen Yuqing.

The family saw that He Yi was good-looking, so they took him in, but they didn't expect that He Yi's terrible physique tortured them so much that life was worse than death.

That family threw He Yi away again.

Everyone around knew He Yi's bad luck, so no one dared to adopt him.

He Yi was begging on the street and met Fang Qingze again.

He wanted to go up and beg, but he was afraid that Shen Yuqing would not want him, so he secretly planned for several days.

He knew he was good-looking, so he made himself miserable without hurting his face.

——Extremely scheming.

"Xianjun, can you take me away?"

"I'm so miserable... My father doesn't love me and my mother doesn't love me... So miserable, so miserable..."

And this Xianjun is a soft-hearted person, he said in his heart: "I have saved so many people in my life, why should I give up this child... It is my negligence that caused such consequences..."

"How old are you?" he asked.

Congratulations Surprise: "15 years old! Can do laundry, cook and take care of people!"

"Come back with me."

When the storyteller reached this point, his voice suddenly rose, and he said, "Unexpectedly, this Shen Yuqing thought that what she brought back would be an obedient cat, but she didn't expect to grow up to be a vicious wolf!"

"Oh?" One person raised his head and took a sip of wine, and said, "What kind of wolf?"

The storyteller glanced at the man.

——This is a young man, but he doesn't appear to be full of vigor.

He was dressed in white, with a black cloak outside.When you smile, you show your white teeth, which is harmless to humans and animals; when you don't smile, there is melancholy on the brows and eyes, which arouses pity.

He tapped his fingers on the table, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The storyteller tsk-tsk said: "It's hard to say, you are too young, children can't hear these things well."

The boy grinned and said, "It's okay, I want to hear it. If you don't say anything today, I'm afraid I'll scratch my head and scratch my head tonight, and I won't be able to sleep."

The storyteller hesitated for a while before speaking slowly.

"In short, it was some erotic things. Later, He Yi became a demon king, and his demon cultivators spread all over the world, doing all kinds of bad things. The common people wanted him to die, but he had two weapons in his hand, both of which were very powerful. They were—— "

The boy interrupted: "Xuanzhao Fan and Dementor Bell?"

The storyteller patted the table, "That's right! I didn't expect you to know a lot at such a young age!"

The boy also laughed, and the laughter was long.

He took out a bell from his waist and shook it in the air—the bell jingled continuously.

The voice was sweet and pleasant, but the expression of the storyteller changed.

The sound of the soul-absorbing bell is very clear, and just half a month ago, blood flowed for thousands of miles in the market, and millions of corpses were buried.

Since then, the bell has become an immovable evil in the human world.

The storyteller realized something, and his face suddenly turned pale.

I only heard the young man jokingly say: "Is it this?"