Master respects him by serving the devil

"Master?"

The child rubbed his sleepy eyes, and the moment he opened the door, it was also pushed away. He looked up at Bai Ruoyi in some surprise.

"Master, why do you get up so early?" The child looked blank, glanced at the Jichen Sword in Bai Ruo's hand, suddenly understood, and a smile appeared from the bottom of his eyes, "The plan of the day lies in the morning, and the master is the master." Did you come to urge me to practice swords?"

The child tilted his head, pointed his chin with his fingers, and muttered with some doubts: "But... isn't it all in the afternoon to practice swords every day? Don't you practice calligraphy in the morning?"

Su Ye was wrapped in thick winter clothes, her small face was flushed red from the cold wind blowing in from outside the door, her eyes were only clean and pure amber, almost transparent, and her thoughts could be seen through at a glance.

How could such a child be born as a demon?

Bai Ruoyi squeezed Jichen tightly in his hand, his whole body was stiff like a wooden sculpture, the child was only as high as his waist, when he lowered his eyes, he could only see a small upturned face with a gentle smile on it .

He suddenly turned his head away, breathed a sigh of relief, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were lowered, and he suppressed the unclear emotions, and handed Ji Chen to Su Ye.

"Go practice the sword yourself, use this one today."

After all, he couldn't kill the child he rescued with his own hands. Ji Chen has divinity and is a divine weapon. If Su Ye is really the incarnation of the heinous demon heart, Ji Chen can't tolerate him.

After Bai Ruoyi threw the sword to Su Ye, he turned and left.

"Thank you, Master! Master's sword is so beautiful!"

The child's innocent smile and excitement blurted out immaturely. With his back turned to him, Bai Ruo was in a daze for a while, with a faint throbbing pain in his heart, as if a bird that could not be driven away was pecking at his heart with its beak. .

He stamped his feet on the spot, wanting to turn around and get the sword back.

However, he was only stunned for a while, then walked away.

Life and death are up to fate, he can't bear to decide his life and death, so let Ji Chen judge for himself.

Once Bai Ruo went back to the house, she sat quietly and sipped cold tea. It was brewed by Su Ye himself yesterday. After overnight, the taste was very bad, some tea dregs floated on it, and the color was dull.

He looked outside the window, and Su Ye was holding Ji Chen carefully, for fear of breaking it, the snowflakes fell, and scattered on Su Ye's hair and eyelashes...

The child was sucking on his red nose, and was swinging his sword vigorously outside the house.

Every move was taught by Bai Ruoyi himself.

He suddenly felt that the cold tea he was used to drinking had a bitter taste today, and his mouth was full of bitterness. Looking at the honey on the tea tray, he picked it up and dropped a few drops into the tea, which was Su Ye's favorite. Honey brewed, Bai Ruoyi doesn't like it too sweet, but today I added a lot to the tea, but I still feel the tea is bitter.

Slightly flexing his fingers, he put down the cup of tea and glanced out of the window again.

The spiritual light lingering on Jichen's sword became more and more intense. As soon as Bai Ruo knew that the time had come, he still couldn't bear to watch Su Ye die under Jichen with his own eyes. boundary.

This enchantment can trap a person inside for half an hour, and before that time, even he himself cannot break through it at will.

This time, he was really determined and let him live and die.

Some images kept popping up in Bai Ruoyi's mind. In the past few years, due to the birth of the Demon Heart, the demons that had disappeared had reappeared from the restraint.

He has only one person, and even a god cannot save everyone.

The only breakthrough is to destroy the heart of all demons once and for all.

If the heart of all demons does not exist in the world, the gate of demons will be closed, and no more demons will be attracted to Kyushu. At that time, the world will be peaceful and the common people will be safe.

"...Master, this...Jichen seems to be out of control..."

The sound of a child trembling in panic came from outside.

The door and window were closed, and the room was dimly lit. He didn't light the lamp, but sat there quietly, holding the cup of tea in both hands, the cold tea made by Su Ye yesterday.

Just wait and it's over.

"Master! Jichen is crazy! Master..." The child's voice became more and more trembling, as if trying to avoid some attack, but it was very difficult, "Uh..."

The sound of the blade piercing the thick winter robe and cutting the skin.

As soon as Bai Ruo heard a muffled snort, the teacup on his fingertips shook slightly. He lowered his eyes and saw his own face reflected in the teacup. It was a little strange. That face looked indifferent, and his eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist. Like a puppet, she was shaking her head at him.

Bai Ruoyi simply closed his eyes and ignored it.

"Master... Master! Master, save me... save me..."

The children's shouts came from far and near, wave after wave, as if they were far away in the sky, but also seemed to be close at hand.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden door was slapped crazily, and the sound of knocking with all its strength seemed to be insane. It was a pity that Su Ye was still a child at that time, and he was not strong enough to smash the door. What's more, the barrier Bai Ruoyi set up stopped him.

"噗——" Jichen plunged into the wooden door with a ferocious force.

Bai Ruoyi's heart tightened, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the wooden door. The silvery cold light of the sword pierced through the wooden door. Ji Chen didn't seem to have pierced into the wooden door, but seemed to be pierced into Bai Ruoyi's heart, otherwise why? Sudden heartache?

It was clearly the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the wind and snow were blowing, but Bai Ruoyi felt cold, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, dripped into the cold tea, rippled, and soon returned to calm.

After missing a hit, Ji Chen quickly pulled out his body and continued to chase.

The sword marks on the wooden door were deep and terrifying, Bai Ruoyi seemed to be in shock, he couldn't help thinking that the sword was not stained with blood just now, which meant that he didn't stab Su Ye.

If he was really stabbed just now, such a deep sword would be enough to kill him, right?

When he thought about this question, he was still calm enough to even wipe off the cold sweat from his forehead, and walked to the door to caress the horrific wound.

As far as the gods are concerned, what is the difference between the wound on the wooden door and the same person?

Sacrificing one person can save tens of thousands of people. No matter how you look at it, this account is worthwhile.

In the courtyard outside the door, there was the sound of sharp chopping of swords from time to time, with the strong wind, swaying frost and snow, and occasionally the dull sound of chopping on dead wood on treetops and the crisp sound of hitting gravel, and ...the sound of piercing the flesh.

It's just that there is no more voice begging for help...

Is the child who called him "Master" gone?

It's just a few years of getting along with each other. Bai Ruoyi, who has lived for tens of millions of years, originally thought that he could ignore it, but at this moment, he suddenly became at a loss.

Two voices sounded in my mind.

One told him: Su Ye is not a human being, not a living being, he is just the incarnation of the demon heart, if he is destroyed, the common people will be safe.

The other said: "That's your little apprentice. You picked it up with your own hands and taught him calligraphy, painting, martial arts and swords. Are you really willing to do it?"There is no afterlife for Wanmoxin, and it will be completely gone after death...

A gap was pierced through the wooden door by Ji Chen, Bai Ruoyi hesitated, and looked out of the courtyard through the narrow gap.

In the white and snow-covered courtyard, a large area has been dyed with dazzling scarlet. After the strong bright red is diluted by the frost and snow, what remains is a mottled color as light as water red.

But the child in his early ten years old was holding the cotton-padded jacket he had taken off with both hands, and held it in front of him, as if wrapped in something. The child had a ferocious face, grinning, his canine teeth almost biting his lower lip, and he didn't make a sound.

He was not hugging the padded jacket, but pushing and resisting it, as if he was exhausting all his strength, resisting, struggling, and trying to survive. The padded jacket was stained with a lot of blood, tattered, flying catkins all over the sky, showing a broken and cold Mans sword hilt.

Su Ye's stamina was not comparable to that of Ji Chen's artifact. His strength was almost exhausted. Ji Chen was still hitting his abdomen and limbs through the thick cotton coat. He could only try his best to resist and reduce the damage.

But every time, the skin and flesh would be pierced, and the blood would not stop flowing. Su Ye, who had lost too much blood, suddenly realized that he might not be able to survive.

He didn't understand, didn't understand, couldn't even ask why.

The pushing hands became weaker, his whole body became colder and colder, and he lost so much blood that he couldn't feel the pain of the sword stabbing. He only felt that with the loss of blood, his soul seemed to be gradually pulled out of his body. .

The color of the sky was extremely quiet, and the snowy sky in the daytime gradually dimmed and darkened in his eyes.

The same ice and snow, the same silence, the same sky, without a trace of life.

It was very similar to the night when the master picked him up, the winter snowy night in the alleys of Gusu.

Su Ye has a secret. That year, he saw Bai Ruoyi standing above the sky and standing in the clouds. He knew that it was a god, but he didn't pray that the god would show mercy to him.

The common people worship the gods, but they want something in their hearts.

Su Ye was different, he didn't ask for anything.

Being barked by mad dogs, he didn't know how to cry and run away, he was just amazed by the gods on the clouds, he thought, is this a god?Everyone is begging him to protect themselves, but there are thousands of people, so many people, the gods must be very busy, right?Are you busy?Will the fairy be very tired?

Su Ye was just a person who was thrown around by beggars in ruined temples and survived on a mouthful of leftover porridge and cakes. He didn't want the gods to be more tired for himself.

Today, it is probably really about to die here.

Su Ye didn't think about why this happened, why Jichen went crazy, and why Master turned a deaf ear to his plea for help.

He only turned his head sideways, staring blankly at the wooden house that had been hacked by Ji Chen and still had his own blood stains on it. Unfortunately, he couldn't see Bai Ruoyi through the thin wooden door.

Suddenly letting go of his hand, Jichen was unhindered and pierced into Su Ye's abdomen neatly.

Holding the soft snow with blood-stained hands, he couldn't exert any strength, so he could only rely on his legs and elbows to move a little bit on the snow. It doesn't matter if your blood has already flowed clean.

Staring at the wooden door with scorching eyes, a violent panting accompanied by a small sound escaped from his mouth.

"Master... see me again, see me again... one side... finally..."

He didn't shout "Master, save me", nor did he say "Master, forgive me", nor did he say "Master, what did I do wrong?"

He just wanted to see him again. He was afraid that if he died, he would not be able to remember what Bai Ruoyi looked like when he went to hell. He wanted to engrave his master in his heart and remember him forever.

And at that time, he didn't know at all that, as Wanmoxin, he had no soul, so it was impossible to reincarnate.

"Master... meet me..."

"Master... Please... Please..."

"Master..."

With a choked sound, it overflowed his mouth, and was blocked by the hot blood in his throat, and poured out.

His voice became weaker and weaker, and he could still hear the sound of swords stabbing and pulling out from his back, repeating mechanically like a puppet, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, until the immortal energy was outstanding. His fairy sword was stained with blood from the blade to the hilt, like a magic weapon that escaped from the abyss of Hades.

His eyes were so heavy that he couldn't hold on any longer, and he was unwilling, until the moment he closed his eyes, he had hallucinations in a trance.

Su Ye saw that the wooden door was broken, half of the wooden house collapsed, and a white figure staggered out...