Master, he is too difficult

The young man was distracted, he had never seen such a good-looking person.

Although he has read countless films, he has never been truly hugged by anyone.

He tried his best to push it twice, but he couldn't push it away, but he could feel the other person's body temperature through his clothes.

At that moment, he felt that this was very good, and he seemed to no longer resist these things.

He held the demon's face and looked at it again and again, it looked the same as the person in his heart!

If you hand over your first time like this... it's actually not bad.

As a result, he began to breathe rapidly, began to close his eyes, and began to indulge in this illusion.

Just when he gradually forgot everything around him.

A clear voice sounded.

"Lin Qingran, open your eyes!"

The young man opened his eyes and saw an extra line of writing on the ceiling.

The characters are simplified Chinese characters and printed characters.

Very clear, very straight to the soul.

"Mo Linyuan is the protagonist!! Do you want to rob him with a group of people? Have you ever done things like Dong Shangxie, Wu Nian, Li Lingxu, Zhuo Taoyao, Cui Qingming, Si Wuye...?"

The young man tensed up.

The words will still change, and now it has been replaced with a red slogan: Cannon fodder, it's miserable! !

The young man's mind immediately cleared up, but he was still a little bit reluctant to part with the person on him.

That word gave another blow to the soul: "This posture, you are crushed! When you encounter a shou, you will still be shou!"

The young man suddenly came to his senses, and pushed away the demons pressing on him: "No! Let me think about it..."

The demon turned his head and saw Lin Qingran standing in the room calmly, and even sat on the sofa beside him leisurely.

The demon gritted his teeth: "You like me deep down in your heart, yet you want to spoil your own good deeds! Are you still human!"

Lin Qingran got up and pulled aside the young man who was lying on his back on the sofa with a dazed expression.

The young man crouched in a corner of the room as if sleepwalking.

Lin Qingran didn't care about her former self.

He looked at the inner demon calmly: "Sorry, I used to be a human being, but I am not anymore! Now, I am a cultivator!"

The heart demon was furious, and rushed towards Lin Qingran. Under the fury, the eight magic whips that had been put away on his body hung down again.

Lin Qingran smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and flicked, and the long whip that was trying to wrap around it turned into gray smoke.

The heart demon was shocked, he really couldn't understand, the trick of seductive, throwing himself into his arms, could have dealt with Mo Yu back then;

In Mo Yu's heart, under his struggle and resistance, he quickly absorbed all kinds of thoughts and resentments.

But why can't Lin Qingran be dealt with! !

People took off their pants, and they stopped as soon as they said they stopped. Is this the frightening thing about monks in the Nascent Soul Realm?

The inner demon is unwilling, but he can't induce the demon energy here, the power is very weak!

The eight magical whips were flailing their teeth and claws in the air, but they couldn't exert their force. They were just useless decorations.

Lin Qingran took out the Soul Slashing Blade from the storage bag.

Stretch out, and in an instant, the eight magic whips are gone.

The inner demon wants to escape, but this place is the deepest part of Lin Qingran's sea of ​​consciousness, and also the place where his belief is strongest.

With a slight movement of Lin Qingran's mind, the doors and windows of this room were sealed one by one.

The inner demon ran amok in this space of less than one hundred square meters, but found that he could not leave at all.

The inner demon changed color: "Master, are you really going to kill me?"

Lin Qingran didn't answer, the golden Jue was entwined on the Soul Slashing Blade, heading towards the inner demon.

The demon yelled in horror: "Master, I am connected with Moyu, even if you kill me here, he will not live!"

Lin Qingran said: "My apprentice can't die!"

"But it's disabled, so I won't lift it from now on..."

"It's better than just getting into the devil's way and being confused!"

Lin Qingran turned a deaf ear to the wailing of the inner demon, he sacrificed the Yueyue Sword, and the sword light flashed, trapping the inner demon to death.

In the depths of Lin Qingran's sea of ​​consciousness, the heart demon couldn't find any emotions that could be demonized, and his strength quickly weakened, similar to the attack power on the deck when he first met him.

It only took Lin Qingran more than ten minutes to find the weakness of the heart demon again - the heart!

Lin Qingran snorted coldly, and shot out the soul-slaying blade in his hand, hitting the heart of the demon directly.

Outside there is the shadow of the Yueyue sword, and inside there is the direct strike of the devil-slaying blade.

The demon couldn't dodge, and when he was about to be hit and died, suddenly a figure flew out and stopped in front of the demon.

Lin Qingran was stunned, and so was the inner demon.

That is... a young man with short hair, the self who used to stay up late chasing articles.She would actually go to help the heart demon block the sword at this moment!

The soul-slaying blade was inserted into the young man's heart. He looked up at his demon, then at Lin Qingran, and finally at himself.

The young man's short, broken hair was attached to his smooth forehead, soft and weak.

He leaned his back on the chest of the demon, and slowly fell down.

Lin Qingran never imagined that the young man would do such a thing and prevent himself from eliminating demons!

The heart demon didn't even expect that he reached out and hugged the young man in his arms: "You...you save me? Aren't you going to kill me?"

The young man's voice was intermittent: "I stayed up late chasing you for so long, I actually like you very much, I don't want to kill you!"

Lin Qingran was even more shocked and angry: "You are crazy! Do you know what you are doing? Lin Qingran, do you know what you are doing?"

The young man raised his head slightly and looked at Lin Qingran.

The faces of the two are the same, but their identities are different.

One is an ordinary young man, chasing texts and strings, carefree.

One is an immortal cultivator who has already refined the Nascent Soul, pursuing the right way to ascend.

The young man showed a bleak smile. He looked at the white-clothed immortal who looked exactly like himself in front of him: "Didn't you hear what he said just now? Kill him, and Mo Yu will be disabled... you have the heart?"

Of course Lin Qingran couldn't bear it, but he had no choice.

The young man turned his head again and looked at the demon.

The young man showed a gentle smile: "So you are Mo Linyuan's heart demon... If you want it, it's not wrong; if you want it, go for it, you can get it without being demonized..."

The heart demon was shocked, and after a moment of hesitation, he hugged the young man tightly.

"You don't hate me? You don't want to kill me?"

The young man's voice was very soft: "Maybe he wants to kill you, but I don't want to... I just want to see you live well, happily, and live. You are not a devil, you just fell in love with someone..."

The demon didn't move for a long time.

Since he was born, all he thought about was how to get Master and how to torture Master.

However, in the deepest part of his heart, Master is willing to accept himself even if he finds out that he is a demon.

The demon thought of the days and nights he had spent in Moyu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Those days and nights tortured by hatred, lust and love.

He is not Mo Yu, he is also Mo Yu.

He is Mo Yu's love and hate, anger and desire.

He is a demon.

But now, the most important person to him said that he was not a demon, he just fell in love with someone.

Even though she yelled at him on the surface, but deep down, she was extremely gentle to his darkest side.

The young man showed him a gentle smile: "What are you doing, are you crying?"

A crystal tear fell from the face of the demon and dripped into the eyes of the young man.

The youth's figure gradually became transparent, and finally scattered into golden powder.

The golden powder melted into the tears of the heart demon, forming a strange light—a faint golden streamer in the dark red.

That is... the appearance of the Incessant Tears described in the original book!

Lin Qingran stretched out his hand to grab it, and the uninterrupted tear fell into his hands.

It turns out... the author planted a foreshadowing that can slay the demons on a whim, and this is how it came about!

The tears that the demons condensed by desires and evil thoughts shed when they meet someone who is truly willing to protect and accept themselves!

Lin Qingran didn't hesitate anymore, he flipped over with one hand, and a blue flame rose from his palm immediately.

The Soul Slashing Blade and the Infinite Tears were thrown into the flame together.

The temperature of the flames rose rapidly, and Wu Jiang's tears transformed, wrapping the black soul-slashing blade, tempering it, and melting it into a golden dagger.

Lin Qingran held the handle of the dagger and looked at the demon.

The inner demon slowly got up, stood up, and looked at Lin Qingran: "Master... If I hadn't been greedy for those one hundred and eight postures, you wouldn't be able to kill me!"

Lin Qingran asked back: "If you don't have greed, are you still a demon?"

The demon was silent and bowed his head.

The soul-slaying blade in Lin Qingran's hand shot out thousands of golden lights, covering him.

The figure of the inner demon gradually faded away in this golden light, only the mark of flame and cinnabar between the eyebrows became redder, as red as blood about to drip.

He raised his head: "Master, I am of the same body as Mo Yu. Although you can kill me, you cannot kill this memory."

"Mo Yu will remember this... remember that the deepest part of Master's heart is actually to love him! Even if he really becomes a demon, he will remember that you are willing to block the sword for him!"

The shadow of the demon is becoming more and more blurred.

Only the mark of the flame remained.

In front of the divine weapon tempered into a demon-slaying blade, the demon in his heart has no ability to resist.

In the end, all of it dissipated, but this memory was integrated into the flame-shaped imprint and fell to the ground.

Lin Qingran walked over and added a seal on the mark.

Moyu will not remember all this.

Even the dreams and thoughts caused by the demons will be completely forgotten.

He would only remember that Master punished him to go to Zhuxian Terrace, and later took him to Bodhi Temple.

He will only remember that he once bred demons, but what the demons are, what happened at Zhuxian Terrace, and what happened on the way to Bodhi Temple, he will no longer remember.

Even before he entered the sea of ​​flames, he couldn't remember the last letter he wrote.

This memory will be forever sealed in the cinnabar mark.

Lin Qingran closed her eyes, thinking about the method.

Everything around changed rapidly, rooms, cities, and the blue planet all disappeared.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that there were dots of golden light in the cave.

Mo Yu half-kneeled on the ground, and he, at some point, was hugged by Mo Yu in his arms.

That posture was actually the same posture as the heart demon holding the young man who shielded himself from the sword in the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Lin Qingran saw the dot of golden light flying towards Mo Yu's eyebrows, and finally disappeared.

He knew that it was sealed, a dusty memory that shouldn't exist.

The chaos caused by myself ends here.

The plot of the heartthrob in the original book should be able to start normally.

When all the light spots of memory had eliminated the demonic energy and were all sealed in the cinnabar mark between Mo Yu's brows, Mo Yu also slowly opened his eyes again.

He looked at the master in his arms. This person seemed very familiar, but at the same time seemed a little strange.

That's...something, forgotten.

Mo Yu didn't know why he hugged Master like this, he told him rationally that this posture was presumptuous.

But there was a trace of nostalgia in his heart, unwilling to let go.

"Yu'er, the demon is gone, we can go back."

Lin Qingran wanted to get up, but was hugged tightly by Mo Yu.

Mo Yu's chin was deeply buried in Lin Qingran's neck.

"Master...have I forgotten something very important?"