The original misunderstood me! ! !

Yu Zheyuan: "...?"

Yu Zheyuan thought he heard it? Wrong.

It wasn't until Wen Yue showed a rigid and bewildered expression, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and rubbed his nose with his knuckles, that Yu Zheyuan didn't understand what he was talking about? Really.

"...Why?" Yu Zheyuan felt the sudden sharp pain in his chest, and had deep doubts and confusion about this almost unfamiliar reaction.

He paused and said, "Yes? Where am I? Is it okay?"

That pain is like? With these words, there are waves, spreading from point to surface, turning into water mixed with sourness and bitterness, filling the entire chest cavity.

Yu Zheyuan pursed his lips.

This feeling is different from the anxiety I experienced some time ago, it is more sharp and painful, and more difficult to control.

Yu Zheyuan raised his eyes and stared at Wenyue, his pupils seemed to be covered with a thick layer of fog, and looked like he was aggrieved or even pitiful.

Only he himself knows that his soul is hiding in the thick fog, like a calm and dormant beast, examining everything in front of him like tearing apart—including himself who has a sore heart and is physically out of control.

And the effect of Tuzhen Dan is still there? Continue.

Wen Yue didn't know what was wrong with him. It seemed that the last line of defense in his heart was broken as soon as he said those words, and all kinds of thoughts poured out like a torrent.

He said: "I am? Wenyue, but I am not? Mozun."

"I don't know where the Demon Venerable has gone, he seems to be gone."

"I didn't seize the house, how did I get here? I'm afraid you will find out that I'm not the Demon Lord."

"But I can no longer lie to you and myself." Wen Yue's eyes were red, his voice trembling, "Yu Zheyuan, are you going to kill me?"

"..."

Yu Zheyuan didn't answer.

He stared at Wen Yue expressionlessly for a long time, until Wen Yue's face turned pale and he was about to cry, so he lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "...you go."

Wen Yue was shocked.

Wen Yue didn't know when Yu Zheyuan left, but he just felt that the burden in his heart was lightened, but the pain was doubled back.

He stayed by the bed and sat for a whole night, until the sky turned pale, then he stood up in a daze and started to pack his things.

This room belongs to the original owner. Looking around, tables, chairs, bed benches, screens, censers, robe ribbons in the closet, and magical artifacts in the Qiankun bag...almost everything is the Demon Lord. of.

Wen Yue picked and picked, and only packed some necessary and worthless daily necessities. He brought the talisman drawn by himself, the front dust mirror and bone sword obtained from the colorless array, and even the Yama knife was placed on the table. Going to take it away.

So alone, coming and going is empty, isn't it the original him?

You can't really regard yourself as the master of Bizhu Peak just because the dove occupies the magpie's nest.

Yu Zheyuan didn't kill him, but drove him away, which was already the best ending Wen Yue imagined.

……

Wen Yue's heart was in a mess and his thinking was extremely chaotic, so he didn't notice it at all. When Yu Zheyuan heard him say, "The Demon Lord may not be here anymore", his reaction was indifferent and even cold.

It took him less than a quarter of an hour to pack his luggage, and he found that there were very few things that really belonged to him, and only a corner of the Qiankun bag was packed.

Before Wen Yue left, he hesitated for a moment, or did he do something.

These days, seeing that Yu Zheyuan's body has gradually improved under the influence of the blood sacrifice, he is actually very gratified in his heart.Therefore, he subconsciously felt that Yu Zheyuan said that he didn't want useless things? It was an angry remark when the two of them were quarreling.

When Wen Yue left Yunyu Pavilion, his face was pale and he couldn't even stand firmly.

He tried to control the bone sword, and found that for some reason, the resentment on the bone sword disappeared, and it was not difficult to control.

From now on? I will use you.

Wen Yue stepped on the sword, turned his head and took a last look at the cloud-shrouded Yunyu Pavilion.

... Sure enough, there was no sign of Yuzheyuan.

Just as Wen Yue was stepping on the bone sword, he wobbled into the sky, when a stream of fire suddenly came from afar.

On the Chiyan Saber, Situ Yi was dressed in a purple robe. As soon as he saw him, he waved and greeted him, smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes: "Master, why did you change the magic weapon?"

Wen Yue: "...I want to try the bone sword."

"Oh, listen? It is said that this sword is more powerful than Yan Luo Dao!" Situ Yi flew close, only to realize that something was wrong with Wen Yue.

"Master, why is your complexion so bad?" You look like a dying patient?!

Wen Yue pulled out a smile: "Didn't sleep well."

"Oh," Situ Yi showed a clear expression, "The relationship between Xianjun and Master is so good."

Wen Yue:?

Wen Yue: "..."

After being interrupted by him like this, Wen Yue's mood strangely improved a little.

He quietly exercised his mana, trying to make his face look rosier and not look terminally ill. He also thought of his "reconciliation" with Yu Zheyuan. Xianjun should have his own plan and can't tell the children for the time being.

So? He said to Situ Yi: "I have something to do as a teacher, I need to go out for a while."

"Ah?" Situ Yi was taken aback, "Where is Master going?"

"The Devil Realm." Wen Yue said, "I'll trouble you to go to my room later and bring the white porcelain bottle on the table to Mr. Xianjun."

"What white porcelain bottle? Master, why don't you give it yourself?"

"Why do you have so many questions?" Wen Yue smiled helplessly, "Because Xianjun is still here? Resting, I don't want to disturb him. If you give it to him, he will know it."

The high-altitude wind howled, the bone sword stopped next to the red flame knife, and the distance between the two became within reach.

Wen Yue stretched out his hand, touched Situ Yi's upturned head, and said in a warm voice: "Be obedient, practice hard, and listen to the words of the fairy, do you understand?"

"Master, are you here? What are you talking about?" Situ Yi said, "I have been cultivating hard, listen to what you say."

Wen Yue: "..."

"Anyway, Master, hurry up and come back." Situ Yi said, "Without you, Xianjun will definitely not think about eating and drinking? So you must go early and return early!"

Wen Yue: "..."

After Wenyue Yujian left Bizhufeng, Situ Yi came to Wenyue's room according to his instructions, and found that, as Wenyue said, there was a white porcelain bottle on the table.

He picked up the white porcelain bottle, and suddenly a golden light flashed on the bottle, revealing dense incantations.

The incantation lighted up for a moment, then went out quickly, and a very faint smell of blood came from the mouth of the bottle.

Situ Yi: ... What is this?

But he is? Not? A deep-rooted character. Master asked him to help, so he just does it. That's fine.

Situ Yi carried the white porcelain bottle, left Wenyue's room, came to Yuzheyuan's gate, and knocked lightly three times.

"Xianjun, are you there?" Situ Yi asked in a low voice.

There was no sound in the house.

"Master said he was going out for a while, and asked me to give you a bottle." Situ Yi thought for a while, and said to himself, "Then I'll come back later?"

He turned his back and planned to leave with the sword, but suddenly there was a coughing sound from inside the door.

After a while, the cough stopped, and Yu Zheyuan's hoarse voice came through the crack of the door: "...Come in."

Only then did Situ Yi push open the door, and walked in obediently... Then he was startled by Yu Zheyuan.

"Xianjun, what's wrong with you?!" Situ Yi hurriedly put the bottle on? the table, poured a cup of warm water for? Yuzheyuan, sat beside? and patted? his back.

Yu Zheyuan: "...it's okay."

But how could it be all right?

The strong smell of medicine in the room completely overwhelmed the smell of Ningshenxiang.Yu Zheyuan's complexion was so white that it was transparent, his eye sockets were blue-black, and the veil at the head of the bed was stained with spots of blood. Compared with Wen Yue's severely anemic appearance, it was even worse!

This one and two, what's going on?

"Where is Xianjun? Where? Uncomfortable? So Master came out to collect medicine for you?"

Yu Zheyuan replied that he was silent.

"Xianjun, this is what Master gave to you before he left," Situ Yi saw that Yu Zheyuan didn't speak, and remembered that there was still a white porcelain bottle, so he quickly reached out for the bottle and handed it to Yu Zheyuan.

Yu Zheyuan took it, and glanced at the golden mantra that suddenly lit up. Feeling the temperature remaining in the bottle and the vague bloody smell lingering around, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Cough cough..."

A bloody smell rose from the throat, and the internal organs seemed to be turned upside down.

Yu Zheyuan coughed up blood uncontrollably, his fingers tightly pinched the white porcelain bottle filled with Wen Yue's blood, his knuckles turned bluish white with such force.

"You... go back." Yu Zheyuan intermittently said, "Please Duan Xi."

Situ Yi was so frightened that he couldn't speak, so without further ado, he quickly opened the door and ran to find Duan Xi.

After burning incense, the doctor in white came in with a green bamboo basket, opened the door, and came in.

"Xianjun's soul has been damaged this time, and he can't take care of it anymore." Duan Xi only took a look at Yu Zheyuan before reaching a conclusion.

"I know." Hearing this, Yu Zheyuan still looked calm, as if everything was expected.

His lips were stained with blood, a smear of bright red, in stark contrast to his pale face and jet-black hair, like a beautiful and treacherous ghost.

Just? Then raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "How long can I live?"

"...Not more than three months." Duan Xi said after a pause.