After the rebirth, the dead enemy became my master

After the words fell, the young man shook the bell, and the bell jingled for a while. The storyteller covered his ears in pain, the veins on his arms popped up, and he screamed again and again.

He Yi laughed wantonly, his red eyes were full of smiles, he said: "Don't speak ill of people behind your back, you will be punished."

After speaking, he put away the bell.

"Ah—" The storyteller's name was Xia Ranzhi, and he shrank under the table shaking his body, covering his face with his hands, and a fragmented voice came from between his fingers: "Xuan Zhao...Xuan Zhao...Mozun, ah ah... ..."

"Hey." He Yi squatted down, looked at the person under the table, and said, "You don't need to do this, I just taught you a little lesson, what about it?"

The man shrank in desperately, as if seeing a flood beast,

"Tsk." He Yi was a little impatient, and said, "Okay, keep hiding, I'm leaving."

He Yi just came back from the dead, after all, he didn't understand what was going on.

After being tortured that day and being thrown into the barren hills, He Yi lost consciousness, opened his eyes again, and found that he was already in the Demon Pavilion and regained his mana.

He wanted to go to Shen Yuqing, but he was afraid that the emperor would come to him again, so he kept suppressing his eagerness to move, concentrated on studying spells, successfully reached the level of competing with the emperor, and conveniently created a magic weapon called the soul-destroying bell .

Because there are always people who are not afraid of death to provoke, He Yi had to use this magical weapon once outside the magic pavilion. Many people did fall to the ground that day, but they didn't die, they were just stunned by the dementor bell.

He Yi also said that the bell was useless, but he didn't expect it to be so famous in the world.

Probably because those extremely exaggerated stories were passed on, some people believed them to be true, He Yi thought to himself.

It's okay to pay back the sex... If it really exists.

He left the restaurant and went to Lingwu Mountain with great interest.

I don't know what happened to Shen Yuqing, do you miss him?He Yi couldn't imagine Shen Yuqing's state at this moment, they haven't seen each other for three years.

It was only when He Yi went down to earth this time that he found out that he was "famous" in the mortal world. Shen Yuqing must have heard about him more or less, but He Yi couldn't figure out why he didn't come to look for him.

He was a little apprehensive.

He Yi returned to the familiar foot of the mountain, looked up and saw the cable bridge full of memories.

He hooked his lips and smiled, ready to go up the mountain.

"what--"

A shrill scream came, and He Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. He watched a young man running down the mountain, his white clothes were stained red with blood, his eyes were gouged out, and his face was pale.

He Yi secretly thought something was wrong, he stopped the young man, and before he could ask, the young man tripped over He Yi's feet and fell to the ground, the young man didn't care who the person in front of him was, he hugged He Yi's leg and cried, "Please!" You, save me!"

He Yi squatted down to check the boy's injuries.

A person rushed down from the mountain, walking with the wind, He Yi suddenly raised his head, and saw a familiar face.

The man smiled, showing his white teeth, and his red clothes fluttered in the wind.

——It's Xie Liunan.

Xie Liunan said: "Who dares to take away my things?"

He Yi said angrily, "It's me!"

Xie Liunan was obviously stunned for a moment when he heard this voice, and then he smiled and said, "He Yi? Are you back?"

The young man was quite shocked when he heard the name He Yi, but he didn't have time to think about it so much. He fumbled and grabbed He Yi's arms, and hurriedly said: "Junior brother, is that you? Go find the master!"

After all, two tears of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Master...Master, he..." The young man broke down in tears.

Without saying a word, He Yi picked up the boy and rushed straight up the mountain.

Xie Liunan was behind him, hearing the sound of He Yi leaving in a hurry, he suddenly laughed loudly and said, "You're asking for trouble!"

……

He Yi put the young man under a tree, pasted a talisman on him, made him invisible, and then searched for Shen Yuqing all over the mountain.

First the sleeping hall, then the flower field where the detoxifying flowers were planted, the training ground on the back mountain, the lonely pavilion on the edge of the cliff, I searched all the places I could find, but except for the corpse of the disciple of Lingwu Mountain, no one was alive.

He didn't dare to think about what happened.

He Yi forced himself to calm down, thinking about where else he hadn't been.

…Before she was reborn in the tavern, she woke up on the opposite mountain.

He Yi hurriedly ran towards the cable bridge, but stopped short of taking a few steps.

His eyes were full of surprises, and the big stone in his heart also fell.

He saw it.

He saw Shen Yuqing.

——The man was holding the sword, leaning against the bridge, and fell asleep.

He Yi stepped forward slowly, looking at the face that was getting closer and closer to him, unknowingly lowered his voice, and said, "Master..."

Shen Yuqing's eyes suddenly opened.

Those eyes were full of vigilance, like a frightened animal, he shook his hand to draw the sword, but he couldn't pull it out for a long time.

Shen Yuqing was a little desperate, so she had no choice but to cover her ears and bury her head in her knees.

He Yi sensed that something was wrong with Shen Yuqing, he tentatively took a step forward, and saw Shen Yuqing's body began to tremble.

He Yi didn't dare to go forward.

He could only look at Shen Yuqing, and said softly, "Master?"

"Ah—" Hearing a near-collapse cry, Shen Yuqing backed away frantically, covering her ears with her hands tightly, as if the word "Master" could eat him up.

"Master? Shen Yuqing? What's wrong with you?"

He Yi stood still and didn't dare to move, but seeing Shen Yuqing like this, he couldn't bear the thought of going forward, his whole body was like ice and fire, and it was difficult to move forward or retreat.

Suddenly, a person ran towards Shen Yuqing from the other side of the cable bridge with a bloodless face.

When he arrived at Shen Yuqing's side, he looked like he was about to cry, and said: "Master, Master, wake up, the person in front of you is a younger brother."

"Brother?"

He Yi looked at Xia Xin, but couldn't speak.

——Xia Xin's eyes are too sad.

He Yi has never seen such a pair of eyes in his life, empty but full of despair, as if abandoned by everything in the world.

Xia Xin comforted Shen Yuqing, but in fact he was more helpless than anyone else in his heart.

After hesitating for a long time, He Yi spit out two words, "You..."

Xia Xin laughed suddenly, and his smile made He Yi lose his voice.

He smiled ironically, looked up at He Yi, and said, "I never thought that one day, Lingwu Mountain would end up like this."

His tone was sad and weak, "All the juniors are dead, there is not one left."

He Yi hurriedly said: "No, still—" Before he finished speaking, Xia Xin's next words made He Yi completely lose his ability to speak.

"Master has lost his spiritual consciousness, and he can't even take care of himself."

"..."

He looked at He Yi with a smile, and said, "In the whole sect, I value Junior Brother He the most, but in the end, he turned out to be Demon Venerable Xuanzhao."

"..."

"I'm still wondering why my junior brother disappeared, so I was preparing for such a day..."

He Yi defended, "It's not—"

Xia Xin said slowly: "What do you want to explain? Then Xie Liunan is not one of your subordinates? But he is a demon cultivator, you know?"

He shouted: "Did you know?! I hate demon cultivators the most in my life, because they don't have emotions and desires at all! Just like you!"

He Yi stopped where he was as if he had lost his soul.

He didn't understand why things happened like this.

When He Yi was stunned, Xia Xin dodged the sword in Shen Yuqing's hand with his hands, and without the sword, Shen Yuqing flinched even more.

Xia Xin glanced at Shen Yuqing, his eyes were cold, he raised his hand, and pulled out the sword abruptly.

"Senior brother!" He Yi didn't care about anything, and rushed forward, but saw Xia Xin wiped his neck with his sword without any hesitation.

He rushed to grab the sword, but he didn't touch anything.

The warm blood swept across the cheeks, and the breeze blew, and it was replaced by a piece of ice.

He Yi was completely stunned.

Shen Yuqing, who was pretending to be an ostrich, felt the smell of blood. He quietly opened his eyes to take a peek, and saw Xia Xin who fell to the ground beside him, the expression in his eyes changed from panic to dull.

There was silence on the bridge.

For a moment, a desperate cry of "Ah——" tore through the sky.

Shen Yuqing was weak all over, she tried her best to hug Xia Xin, and muttered: "Apprentice, apprentice, my apprentice..."

He hugged Xia Xin tightly, shaking it gently, tears in the corners of his eyes, "Apprentice..."

He had already forgotten Xia Xin's name, only remembered that the dead person in front of him was his apprentice.

Xie Liunan once said: "He is the kind of person who is willing to protect his apprentice with his life."

Based on this sentence, He Yi was sure that he was finished.

Completely finished.

Shen Yuqing will not turn around to pay attention to him, and Xia Xin will not come back from the dead.

He has nothing.

He stepped forward with the last hope, but Shen Yuqing shouted: "You...don't come here!"

"Master, I am He Yi."

He couldn't speak.

When Shen Yuqing heard the name, a different brilliance burst into her eyes than usual, and she said, "He Yi?"

"Yes." He Yi rekindled hope.

Shen Yuqing pondered for a moment, looked at He Yi, and said with a smirk: "He Yi... my apprentice, my favorite."