Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The sun is shining brightly.

Elder Xue felt that he was already a useless person.

Although he already knew that the Demon Lord himself was restless and hated strangers wandering around the Demon Palace, but Elder Xue didn't? Thinking that in such a huge Demon Palace, there were not even a few shadows of the Demon Palace.

And the concubines and concubines in the magic palace imagined by outsiders don't even have any beauties. Even the maids are all dressed tightly, and they have to cover their faces with black veils so that they can't tell whether they are human or ghosts.

Because of the skills he practiced, Moxiu mostly indulged his desires, acting like Mozun, it was rare to see a white swan popping out of a flock of black ducks in a quagmire.

However, Mozun is not a white swan.

When he flapped his wings, he was probably even blacker than the blackest crow in the world.

And one slap can slap the black ducks into the quagmire with corpses strewn all over the field.

Just like the current Elder Xue.

There are few people in the magic palace, so it is conceivable that there is a lot of room for cleaning.

But Elder Xue didn't do it at the beginning? I thought it would be so much.

From the main hall of the Demon Palace in front to the winding corridors behind, and then to the continuous more than a dozen palaces inside to sweep the garden in the back, Elder Xue was miserable with a broom.

He was a Mahayana demon cultivator, it doesn't matter where he puts it, but now he has fallen to this point. Every time he thinks about it, he can't wait to go back and drown himself who came up with a bad idea with his saliva.

And sweeping the floor is not the most helpless thing.

The most helpless thing is that in the magic palace, he doesn't know when, he will see some things and people he shouldn't see.

for example.

The day before yesterday when he was sweeping the floor until he was sweating profusely, he saw cooking smoke coming out of the dining room.He also happened to be a bit greedy, so he wanted to go in and see what there was to eat.

He thought, the dining room is a good place for cooking, and the person in charge of the meal should be? Could it be those maids who are masked with black veils? Maybe he can make friends so that he can spend time in the devil. It's time for a palace errand.

Elder Xue walked in happily.

Then, he saw Mr. Mozun standing in front of the smoking stove with his sleeves rolled up.

Mo Zun looked over with a half-smile, his face seemed to have a little dissipated laziness and satiety, very handsome.

It's just that his eyes are like blood, and his eyes are full of hostility, as if hiding a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Most of the time, people in the world ignore his handsome face, and only feel fear and horror.

Elder Xue felt as if he was already a corpse.His voice also stuttered, "No, no, no, no, no... I know that the Lord is here, so I don't mean to offend you. Ma... let's go right away."

He hurriedly turned around, wanting to escape outside.

However, the dining room door suddenly slammed shut in front of him.

"What are you hurrying to do?" Mozun's casual voice came from behind him, "It's just right, you? Come over and taste the cakes made by me."

Mozun cooks the cakes himself, and asks him to taste them?

Elder Xue felt that the whole world was unreal.No? He felt flattered, but his legs were trembling. He wondered if Mozun had developed a new poison, so he should be the first to try it.

But had to turn around and move over.

Mozun's hand tapped next to the stove, and there was indeed a plate of pastries there.

A few light green pastries are placed on a white plate, with a lot of apricot flowers sprinkled on it. It looks?

This is made by Mozun... Apricot Blossom Mung Bean Cake?

Elder Xue carefully moved over, carefully picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and took another bite carefully.

His face turned from white to blue.

too sweet.

It was as sweet as if two catties of sugar had been sprinkled in it, and the aroma of apricot blossoms was completely overwhelmed. After the sweetness, it seemed to be bitter and toothache.

But in front of Mozun, Elder Xue could only swallow the apricot cake silently.

Demon Venerable was very interested, "How?"

Elder Xue's face was a little distorted, "It's okay, it's okay... No, it's delicious, it's so delicious, the master's craftsmanship is really unique in the world!"

Mozun said casually: "Tell the truth."

Elder Xue swallowed hard, a little hesitant, not sure what Mozun was thinking.

Speaking of which, can such a sweet pastry really be made by humans?Is there something wrong with Mozun's sense of taste?

Facing Mozun's blood-red and icy eyes, Elder Xue pursed his lips and said, "A little... a bit too sweet."

Hearing this, Mozun didn't get angry, but nodded, and asked him again: "How's the color?"

Elder Xue began to wonder, what color is that plate of cakes, and Mozun wouldn't go to see it by himself?

Such a pair of bloody eyes can't be displayed.

Of course, he didn't dare to say this idea, because of the previous lesson, he didn't even dare to think about the meaning of the Demon Lord, and said tremblingly and honestly: "The color is emerald green, very beautiful."

The Mozun gave a "hmm", but there was no joy on his face.

Elder Xue thought the Demon Lord should do it this time? You can let him go, but he heard the faint voice of the Demon Lord again, "You don't need to sweep the ground of the Demon Palace for the time being, just stay here and taste the craftsmanship of the deity. After you work hard all day, I will give you a reward."

Elder Xue: "..."

So I had to stay in the dining room and eat pastries all day.

By the end of the meal, my mouth was numb.

The taste of the cakes made by Mozun is really hard to describe in words, either the taste is too strong, or there is no taste at all.

He watched? Mozun slowly increase or decrease from two tablespoons of sugar, and asked him to taste each finished product, and to express his feelings carefully.

As if teasing? He played.

However, Elder Xue didn't dare to say much.

Until Mozun finally brought out a plate of apricot flower cakes that were both delicious in color and fragrance, Elder Xue's stomach was already round and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he couldn't help but look at the plate of cakes in horror.

Mozun seemed to be in a good mood, and even smiled at him, but didn't hand over the plate of pastries, and said very kindly.

"Now that you're full, go back to work."

Elder Xue breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he was alive after the catastrophe.

It's already evening.

The garden in the back hall of the magic palace was very large, Elder Xue stood alone in the lonely autumn wind, sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground alone.

It wasn't until the tip of the moon that I swept half of it.

He swept to a remote place, and suddenly his eyes focused.

Through the whirling shadows of the trees, one can see a deep green lotus pond in the depths of the garden.

And there is a stone pavilion in the lotus pond.

There are two people in the stone pavilion.

It is the Lord and His Lady.

The lord's wife was still dressed in white, with snow-like white hair flowing smoothly around her body, her silver eyelashes hanging down, she was hugged by the demon, like a cat with snow-white fur and beautiful fur.

Mozun had the plate of apricot cake in his hand, and was talking to him with his head sideways. From time to time, he picked up a piece of apricot cake and fed it to the mouth of his wife.

The Lord's Madam ate very slowly, and the Demon Lord imprisoned his arms, preventing him from raising his hands to pick up the apricot cake, so the Lord's Madam could only eat it? The Demon Lord's hands ate slowly, silver eyelashes Vibrate gently like a fan.Shaking to the point of melting.

After eating a good piece of apricot flower cake for half a day, Mrs. Master just bit the last bit into her mouth, Mozun went up to snatch it again.

The Lord's Madam's lips were blocked by the Mozun, and a moist blush appeared on her cheeks.

Mozun was very wicked, not to mention stealing the apricot cake from the wife of the lord, but also to plunder the fine nectar in his mouth.The crystal clear liquid slid down the corners of the lady's lips, and it hung at the end of the eyes, and was licked away inch by inch by the Demon King.In a short while, a large swath of wet water was licked from the snow-white cheeks of the lord mistress.He turned his face to avoid it, but the slender and fair neck was caught by the demon king.

The Lord's wife seemed to want to get up, but was firmly held down by Mozun's arm.The Mozun leaned his head against the neck of the lord's wife, and quickly bit out crimson tooth marks on it.Madam Madam trembling? Struggling.But he couldn't move.

Although it is a bit offensive to describe it like this.

But Elder Xue still felt that Mozun was really like a mad dog in front of His Majesty's wife.

Still hungry for a long time, how can not eat the kind.

The Mozun seemed to really not have enough to eat.

Just chewing on the neck seemed not enough to satisfy him, he picked up the whole lady of the lord and put it on the stone table.

The lord's wife's limbs are very soft, lying on the stone table is like a handful of melted spring snow, and her white hair is pouring along the edge of the table.

Elder Xue suddenly realized that the following things might not be something he could continue to read.

However, his eyes still couldn't get rid of the whiteness in the night.

For the demon cultivators who have been fighting in the dark all year round, such whiteness and cleanliness are enough to drive people crazy.

Suddenly, a leaf flew past his neck.

The warm blood and severe pain brought him back to his senses at last.

Elder Xue swallowed hard when he touched the wound that almost cut open his entire neck.

Standing amidst the seemingly innocent killing intent floating in the wind, he hastily dropped the broom and ran wildly.

Startled the birds in the woods.

Elder Xue finally realized that this job is not so easy to do.

However, the apricot cake thing is just the beginning.

Even though he has deliberately stayed away from the dining room on weekdays, the methods of the Demon Lord are beyond his imagination. This entire Demon Palace is like a beast that devours people, which can confuse people's minds.Often he sweeps and sweeps, and before he knows it, he will walk to the dining room.

The Lord wants to wash his hands and make soup for his wife for a long time.Not only pastries, but also many dishes.

What Elder Xue can do.

He can only contribute to the century-old relationship between the Lord and his wife, swallowing all kinds of ups and downs, and adding to the cause of love between the Lord and his wife.

Every time when he wants to cry but has no tears, Elder Xue can't help but want to go back to the beginning again, and drown himself with his saliva when he came up with bad ideas.

He was such an idiot back then.

Really.

*

Library.

Floating dust was in the air, and the mottled sunlight penetrated through the window paper and fell on Ye Yunlan's fair cheeks.

He is reading a book.

The chain on the wrist rang softly with the movement of turning the book? The chain fell to the ground and disappeared into the shadow of the corner.

The chains on his limbs have never been taken off since the Mozun put them on for him.

Others could not see the existence of the chain, but the feeling of heaviness was not an illusion.

Normally, these chains would not imprison him from walking around in the Demon Palace.

Only when he wants to get out of the magic palace, these chains will hold him and prevent him from taking half a step.

He didn't know where the chain ended.

It should be held in the hands of Demon Venerable.

He once told Mozun that he felt that Mozun was unnecessary.

And the chains were heavy, which he didn't like.

It's just that Mozun still stubbornly believes that he will escape if he looses the chain.

He said no.

Mozun insisted that he would.

It turns out that it doesn't make sense to reason with a madman.

And after speaking, he will be tossed even harder.

After several times, Ye Yunlan didn't bother to talk anymore.

He doesn't have much strength, and he doesn't want to spend every day on bed matters.

There are many things he needs to think about.

Even if it is strenuous, you have to think about it.

For example, empathy spells.

He has had this curse for more than 200 years.

For more than 200 years, love and desire have been incomplete, and he used his obsession to compose and understand love.He could tell the difference between his heart towards Chen Weiyuan and the Demon Lord, but he couldn't tell the difference between his previous life Demon Lord and this life Demon Lord.

If you untie the empathy spell, can you ask yourself your true heart.

He has been thinking about this.

However, the way to break the empathy spell, according to the records found in the Fukong Temple in the previous life, is to get the heart and soul of the one you love.

But the empathy spell had made him forget all his memories of that person.

He didn't know who that person was.

And Chen Weiyuan said that that person was called Ling'er.

Linger.

He murmured the name in his heart for a moment, feeling vaguely familiar.

But still can't remember anything.

If he guessed correctly, when Chen Weiyuan cast an empathy spell on him in his previous life, it shouldn't be too long before he was expelled from Tianzong.The person Chen Weiyuan mentioned was probably a disciple of Tianzong.

What does he need? Search for the disciples of Tianzong that he has never met in his previous life.

In the previous and present lives, the word Ling'er was included in the name, and he had never met in the previous life. There was only one person.

Yin Ling.

That senior sister Yin who had passionately pursued him in the sect back then.

Ye Yunlan stroked the scroll in his hand, thinking of the woman who was always dressed in red and had heroic eyes.

He has no feelings for Yin Ling.

A long time ago, he had completely rejected the other party.

But perhaps, it is also because of the empathy spell that removes love.

He couldn't be sure.

And in order to lift the empathy spell, you need to drink the soul of the other party.

The heart is where a monk's life nucleus is located, if the life nucleus is cut open.If you don't die, you will be seriously injured. No monk is willing to cut open his heart.Ye Yunlan would never force others to do so.

What's more, he has not yet determined whether Yin Ling is that person.

So this method does not work.

Ye Yunlan lowered her long eyelashes silently, looking at the scroll in her hand.

The words on the scroll fell into his eyes line by line.

The sun dappledly reflected on his face, and his snow-white cheeks were like a drooping orchid blooming, making one feel that the years are calm, peaceful and peaceful.

When Mozun walked into the Library Pavilion, this was what he saw.

The turbulent hostility in his chest due to not seeing Ye Yunlan for several hours calmed down a little, and the crying and laughing in his ears seemed to have weakened a lot.

For more than 30 years, the voices around him have never stopped. The world is like a prison. Only by Ye Yunlan's side can he find a little space to rest, so he walked over involuntarily and hugged her in his arms.

"What is Master looking at?"

Ye Yunlan flicked the pages of the book slightly, her fingertips resting on the scroll.

There are a few lines of words printed on the scroll—Jiwu? If you are silent, how can desire be born, and if desire does not arise, it is true silence.Truth always responds to things, truly always obtains nature, always responds to constant tranquility, and is always pure... [Note]

"Qing Jing Sutra? Master, how do you think about this?" Mozun chuckled, "Does Master think that we are too indulgent and wanting too much these days? But Master clearly enjoys it. Besides, we are not It is indulgence, but practice. Since it is a matter of practice, how can it be considered indulgence, the more the better."

This is a fallacy.

There have been many times between them these days, but not every time is a practice.Gain Mozun can't focus on running the exercises every time, and his body may not be able to withstand too many spiritual irrigations.More often, just forced to indulge in joy.

Ye Yunlan wanted to break free from him, but a shadow wrapped around his feet, sinking into his ankle and calf.

His body has been made extremely sensitive to the breath of the Demon Lord these days, not to mention that his body is a furnace physique, which is sharper and softer than ordinary people, he can feel more joy, and it is easier to indulge desire.

It's just because he has always had few desires, so he usually behaves indifferently.

Only Mozun ignored him and tried to open his box again and again.

Mozun walked from behind him to the front of him, leaned over and kissed his lips.

His legs trembled slightly.

Mozun then laughed, and said to him in a low voice, why is Master so wet.

He doesn't answer.

The Mozun laughed even more happily, and those shadows were rampant and chaotic.

After a while, Ye Yunlan raised his hand and grabbed Mozun's lapel, and said to him, that's enough.

The Mozun wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and the two fell into the shadow together.

In the Zangshu Pavilion, the fragrance of ink permeated the air.

Ye Yunlan's long hair fell on the bookshelf, with a few strands hanging down.The bookshelf shook slightly, and suddenly a few yellowed books fell down, making noise.

But no one picked it up.

After a while, a faint sweet and fishy aroma began to linger around.

Mozun said: "Master, it smells so good."

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes.

He felt warm spiritual power rushing through his body.very gentle.

In fact, these days, it seems that every time Mozun uses his exercises, he is more restrained and gentle than the previous one.

Mozun seemed to be regaining his sanity bit by bit.

After the kung fu was completed, Mozun hugged him, sat on the rattan chair by the window, bowed his head and gently kissed the tears on his eyelashes.

Comb his tangled hair again.

"From many years ago, the world in my eyes is blood-red. Moonlight is blood-red, swords are blood-red, and people are also blood-red." The Demon Lord looked at him obsessively, "I'm completely I forgot what the original world looked like, but I? I still remember the appearance of Master."

He bowed his head to kiss Ye Yunlan's hair in his hand.

"Fortunately, Master hasn't changed at all."