After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Zhiyu swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he couldn't hold back his desire, and took another step forward, quietly sniffing the smell around him.

Bai Xinghua leaned halfway on the couch, with a lazy attitude, he didn't need incense at all, and the strong scent of chalcedony radiated from his whole body.

"You mean, Wen Ziyi dispelled all the demon cultivators, and even Tingming betrayed him?" Bai Xinghua said softly, and twirled a strand of black hair around her fingertips.

Zhi prison nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said with a smile: "I really don't know what ecstasy incense that sword cultivator gave him. A demon cultivator actually makes us all be good and beautiful, which is better than the old man in the temple. The monk pays off his asceticism—"

"He is immoral, we have to practice too, isn't that why he brought his subordinates to you?"

Bai Xinghua chuckled softly, didn't speak, just looked at her round fingertips.

After a long while, he raised his eyelids, looked Zhiyu up and down, and hummed softly in his nasal cavity.

"That's right, a good bird chooses a tree to live in, and Wen Ziyi is not a good master in the first place."

"Okay, there will be plenty of places to use you in the future, let's go down first."

"Yes." Weaving Prison was overjoyed and hurriedly retreated.

Bai Xinghua glanced sideways at the person in the dark, restrained her laziness a little, and said in a serious tone: "This is the helper you found? It seems that even Fang Xingjian can't beat it."

A person slowly came out of the shadows.

It was he who personally went to find Zhi prison and Ting Ming who were abandoned by Wen Ziyi, and persuaded them to accept Bai Xinghua's appointment.

He and Wen and Fang have gone through too many tricks, and they know how to really put them to death and kill them.

Bai Xinghua looked at the young man who was not tall, and there was a beautiful golden feather on his head, which swayed slightly in the wind.

After falling into the cliff, Bai Xinghua had more memories for no reason. He saw the three major city lords in the Demon Realm wandering around him, and everyone in the world regarded him as the savior. How could he be hiding in the dark cave like now? In the middle of the day, I just lived and lived, like a mouse in the gutter.

Bai Xinghua showed a bit of resentment on his face, looking at the man in front of him who should have been kneeling at his feet, for a moment he forgot what he had suffered before, and said softly:

"Axi, or should I call you the Lord of Jinchi City?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red-eyed young man suddenly raised his head, killing intent flashed in his eyes, he was in front of him in the blink of an eye, and strangled Bai Xinghua's neck fiercely.

Bai Xinghua's skin was tender and fair, and it was already turning purple.

The difference in cultivation between the two was not far, but because Bai Xinghua was feeding Gu worms when he was dying, he restrained him so much that he was powerless to fight back.

Ah Xi's red pupils narrowed, showing an emotionless smile: "Bai Xinghua, you probably know a little too much."

Bai Xinghua struggled a bit, with tears in her eyes, which made her feel pity.

In that piece of memory, he didn't need to cry at all, just a slight frown, and the Lord of Jinchi City was about to rush up to greet him, just because he was afraid that he would feel a little unhappy.

But now this person watched him cry not only did not feel sorry for him, but even forced him to ask: "Do you still remember the agreement between us?"

Bai Xinghua nodded desperately, and Axi let go of his hand with a snort.

"Ahem, cough, remember, remember..."

A Xi took out a handkerchief from the storage bag, wiped his hands lightly, "Just remember."

"As for who I am, it doesn't matter. What matters is the cooperation between you and me. Mr. Bai wants Wen Ziyi, who is born with a sword heart, to submit to you, and I want Fang Xingjian. This is not a conflict."

"Just listen to my arrangement," Axi squatted down, with a scheming expression on his still immature face, which looked a little hideous, "I can get what you want, isn't it good?"

Bai Xinghua pressed his throat that was throbbing with pain, lowered his eyes, and felt that all these changes were simply earth-shaking. A voice in his subconscious told him that it shouldn't be like this.

Someone ruined his happy life, and only by killing that person can he return to the appearance in his memory.

He turned back to the aloof Bai Xinghua who was sought after by everyone.

Fang Xingjian, you died at my hands twice, and there will be a third time.

With a lot of twists and turns in her heart, but she didn't show anything on her face, Bai Xinghua lowered her head and said hello softly.

****

"No, Master, it hurts..."

"It really hurts too much, just relax."

"Master—"

Wen Ziyi sits topless on the ice of thousands of years, his black and curled eyelashes are covered with frost, but the moon's bright skin is abnormally red, and his pair of golden pupils are dull in color, as if countless desires have been condensed. .

Fang Xingjian gritted his teeth, poured another wave of spiritual power: "Endure it."

In order to force out the mother Gu in Wen Ziyi's body, Fang Xingjian had to stay with him in this cold cave for seven to seven days.

His black hair was tied behind his head with a wooden hairpin, exposing his slender and white neck. He was obviously the strongest swordsman, but he revealed a sense of fragility that was too rigid.

"Master..." Fang Xingjian, whose eyes were closed tightly in front of Wen Ziyi, gradually climbed up from his light blue robe, and finally landed on the Adam's apple that kept rolling up and down.

Although Fang Xingjian was tall and tall, his bones were particularly slender.

He once measured it quietly, he could hold his ankle with only one hand, if he covered it with both hands...

Does the always indifferent master show embarrassment because of him?

Fang Xingjian heard that there was a bit of unbearable meaning in his tone, but he still softened his heart and slowed down the infusion of spiritual energy.

"In the past, you were not like this. You didn't say how much you were wronged, but now you are getting better and better, and you are screaming in pain for such a small injury."

Even though Fang Xingjian's aura is pure, it is also an external intrusion to Wen Ziyi, and he has to use aura to find the Gu worms that penetrated into his body, and push the Gu worms out of the skin. The wound is not big, but it hurts Indeed a lot.

Wen Ziyi felt the steady stream of warm aura in her body, she grinned, showing a few white teeth foolishly, not like she was suffering, but like a child who stole dessert.

"If you say you love Master, you will care more about me. Naturally, I don't want to lie to you anymore."

"The Gu worm crawled to the side of the lungs, every breath hurts, it hurts when I push it, it hurts even if I don't move it, but Master is in front of me, the pain is so painful that there is only one point left."

Fang Xingjian was startled in his heart, but he didn't speak again, he just focused on helping him convey spiritual energy.

Wen Ziyi looked at him greedily with a pair of golden pupils, even though her whole body was frozen, her heart was still pounding, telling him that all of this was not fake.

The scene that he dared not dream of in his dreams actually appeared in front of him, and the master was willing to talk to him and even help him heal his illness.

As long as he obediently obeys the master's words, the master will forgive him.

In the silence, there was a muffled skin-breaking sound, and the last Gu worm was forced out by Fang Xingjian.

He raised his hand and wiped some elixir on the wound, but Wen Ziyi stopped him from leaving.

Wen Ziyi looked straight into his eyes, all kinds of trust, respect and love spread out in these eyes, as if every inch of the gap was filled with the words "Fang Xingjian".

This look was too straightforward, which made Fang Xingjian feel a little uncomfortable.

He turned his head and said coldly, "Let me go."

Wen Ziyi held his hand, leaned against her cheek, and rubbed it nostalgicly.

Feeling the coldness in his hand, Wen Ziyi raised his hand and lit a cluster of flying flames, which melted the cold air on Fang Xing's sword face:

"Thank you for your hard work, Master, do you still feel cold?"

Fang Xingjian pursed his lips, walked away from his range in two steps, raised his hand and tore off the ebony hairpin from his hair, the waterfall-like black hair scattered all over his back, Wen Ziyi's throat tightened when he saw it.

His master is too suitable for the bright red color.

A head of black hair was scattered on the bright red bed, and his skin was dotted with traces of him like suet white jade.

The golden pupils stood in a straight line and trembled slightly.

It must be a beautiful painting.

"It's not cold. If you're fine, go out quickly. Although the Ten Thousand Years of Ice won't hurt you, don't let it melt."

Wen Ziyi nodded, picked up the coat casually, followed Fang Xingjian's footsteps and walked outside.

As soon as he opened the heavy stone door, he saw Que Shuangrong standing outside. The little girl looked upright and asked worriedly, "Fang Immortal, is Wen Ziyi alright?"

Fang Xingjian subconsciously turned his head to look at Wen Ziyi.

Wen Ziyi hid in the shadows, leaning against the wall and waiting for him to open the door.

He was wearing only snow-white obscene trousers all over his body, and a wrinkled robe was casually slung in his hand, and his hair was disheveled, barely covering his full chest.

It had to be said that this child had quietly grown into a man out of his sight.

Fang Xingjian frowned and coughed: "I taught you to dress appropriately, and Que Shuangrong is right outside the door. What do you look like?"

Wen Ziyi raised her eyebrows and blinked innocently, relying on the fact that she was in the dark, the smile on her mouth was not completely calm:

"Master, I'm exhausted, why don't you ask Senior Sister to leave for a while?"

As soon as the words fell, Que Shuangrong outside the door said: "Fang Xianchang, what's wrong? Can I help you?"

Fang Xingjian narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wen Ziyi's beautiful eyes. He was very clear about the meaning behind them.

He didn't speak, stepped forward to take Wen Ziyi's robe, shook it off gently, and put it on for him.

The icy white fingertips put on the lace, and accidentally touched his hot skin. The child's muscles are very strong, and they don't often shine in the sun, so they are so white that they shine.

Fang Xingjian lowered his eyes and carefully helped him tie the knot.

In Wen Ziyi's line of sight, only Fang Xingjian's hair was spinning, and he touched everything on his waist and abdomen, the expression in his honey pupil became deeper, and his thin lips were slightly pursed into a line.

He wanted to put his hands elsewhere.

Fang Xingjian loosened the tie, and even though there was only one outer robe, it barely covered Wen Ziyi in a loose fit.

He stepped back and stretched out his hand to open the door, but he paused and said:

"If you have anything to do in the future, you can discuss it with me. There is no need to lie."

Weary?

Fang Xingjian snorted, even if he fought with him a few more times, it was impossible for Wen Ziyi to not even have the strength to wear clothes.

"I don't want to be fooled by you again."

After the words fell, the warm wind from outside blew in, Fang Xingjian pushed open the door and walked out.

Only Wen Ziyi was left standing in the dark, with the temperature of his fingertips still lingering on the lace, but a bucket of cold water was poured on his heart.

On the face that couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger, the smile finally sank to the bottom, revealing only a struggling apology.

"One last time, Master."

****

This demon hall is full of shadows on the Qingshan Peak, even the bamboo forest that Fang Xingjian likes is not bad, it seems that it was moved from the Qingshan Peak.

The longer he stayed in this place, the more he was reluctant to leave.

As long as he thinks, it will only take a few days to seize any blessed place and build it into the most luxurious residence in the world.

Be it Qingshan Peak or Qingshan Palace, the place Fang Xingjian would like to live in is because of the atmosphere of home here.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than three months.

The autumn wind was rustling, and withered yellow leaves fell from the verdant bamboo forest. Fang Xingjian put away the sword in his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then wrote down the sword manual in the notebook.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew heavily, and the cool wind that had already made people shiver carried a strange temperature that could not be ignored.

Fang Xingjian narrowed his eyes, put down the pen in his hand, and stood up straight.

However, I haven't seen him for a few months, and the other party is already the same height as him. The child with long hands and long legs picked up a folding fan and fanned it gently.

Fang Xingjian chuckled, and looked straight at the other party: "I thought you were dead?"

It was none other than Axi who betrayed him that day.

Axi's pair of red pupils, originally a symbol of pure blood, turned red to black at this moment, appearing a bit muddy.

He fanned the wind and said softly, "Brother Fang, long time no see."

Fang Xingjian didn't want to destroy this bamboo forest, suppressed the urge to fight, and said coldly, "What are you here for?"

A Xi remained expressionless, and said, "Shouldn't I be the one to ask Brother Fang? Why are you still willing to live with him when Wen Ziyi framed you so much?"

"Is this worm making you more...?"

Even if he didn't say it, Fang Xingjian knew that the words were not pleasant, his heart sank, and he looked at Axi more searchingly, this was not something he could say.

So far he still doesn't know why Axi wanted to betray him, it all looks like a farce.

"This has nothing to do with you. What are you doing here?"

A Xi snapped her fan away, took a step forward, and said, "I've always thought Brother Fang is a smart man."

"It seems that my big brother Fang is still a little stupid, and he can't tell who is good and who is bad."

"Since this is the case, why don't I take Big Brother Fang to have a look, who is your beloved Wen Ziyi, and what did he lie to you..."

"OK?"

Fang Xingjian's eyes darkened, and his tone was not kind: "No need."

Axi was a little surprised, he didn't expect him to say that, and for a while he felt a little jealous of the long worm, and the expression on his face became even more extreme.

"Why not? Is it because you dare not look at it, or do you not believe me?"

Fang Xingjian hugged the sword, "You don't care if I believe it or not, if you want to fight, why don't you change the place, I will have a good fight with you."

A Xi gritted his teeth and sneered, "Brother Fang, you are really considerate of that long worm."

"Wen Ziyi, you don't care, what about Bai Xinghua?"

"Bai Xinghua is not dead yet, not only that, but also took in a bunch of magicians from Tingming, and set up an interesting trick to get Wen Ziyi to take the bait."

He waved his hand, and the picture floated in the air in an instant, Wen Ziyi was covered in blood, facing countless demon cultivators alone.

A Xi carefully looked at Fang Xingjian's expression, that calm face finally cracked a crack.

"He will have to pay the price after all his men are scattered for you. If a demon cultivator is not successful, then so many people plus Bai Xinghua...

Brother Fang, don't you want to see how Wen Ziyi died with your own eyes? "

When he saw this scene, Fang Xingjian had already reached out his spiritual sense to search for someone, but there was no trace of Wen Ziyi in the world.

Seeing his complexion gradually darken, Axi felt extremely happy, and couldn't help but say:

"This is a small world, how could you find it?"

No one can enter the small world established by Bai Xinghua unless he agrees.

"Let's go, Brother Fang, I'll take you to see what your apprentice is like."

Fang Xingjian closed his eyes lightly, and when he opened them again, his whole body exuded a cold aura, as if in the early spring, the river water covered with thin ice was still crystal clear and calm, but the bottom was already surging.

A Xi smiled and squinted his eyes, approached him and sniffed lightly, as if he could still smell the mark Wen Ziyi left on him.

How can this be done? Brother Fang has to appear quietly to see the most interesting scene.

A Xi snapped his fingers lightly, and stood side by side with Fang Xingjian, hiding all his aura.

"Ah Xi." Fang Xingjian supported the long sword and looked at the rustling bamboo forest in front of him. He had a feeling that after leaving, he would never come back here again.

A Xi paused: "Huh?"

Fang Xingjian lowered his eyes, looked at his own sword, and said softly:

"If he dies, I want all of you to be buried with him."

"Do you understand?"

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