The ally leader's stand-in is gone

The demon king's scepter is the most precious treasure in the demon world and a symbol of the demon king's power. He Xiting stole the emperor's jade seal together with the soldier talisman when he was released into the world.

For a moment, He Zhouyue didn't know whether to praise He Xiting for his adventurous spirit or to be surprised by the seriousness of the matter itself.

But He Xiting stole the things, so what does it have to do with him.

He Zhouyue: "You should go to Fang Yan, I can't save you."

He Xiting said sadly: "The position of the demon king who has been condemned is unstable, and the news of the loss of the scepter has been spread. He needs to punish me to stand up, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the crowd. Even if the leader takes action this time, it will not help."

He Zhouyue: "Since you know the consequences, why do you still want to steal?"

"Because I can't afford to wait!" He Xiting said, "I failed to form the alchemy last time. Even if the lord and Feng Zui help me, it will take a hundred years to form the alchemy again. My lifespan may not last until then."

He Zhouyue: "How can such a huge fairy alliance not support you for a hundred years?"

He Xiting: "However, 100 years is such a long time, and too many accidents can happen in the middle..."

He Zhouyue sternly said: "Then are you going to steal it?!"

Tears slid from the corners of He Xiting's eyes to the ground one after another, leaving patches of water stains, and the already beautiful face was full of desolation and pain, which made me feel pity.

He Xiting: "Brother, I know I was wrong, just save me this time, and I will never disturb your purity again in the future."

But He Zhouyue remained unmoved: "Fang Yan can't help you, and I can't help it."

He Xiting: "Only you can, brother! We look so alike, and if we pretend to be a little bit, others won't be able to see it. I will die if I suffer the 64 punishments from heaven and thunder. Brother, your cultivation base is out of your body. You only need to cultivate for a few days. hinder."

He Zhouyue was almost about to be laughed at by He Xiting.

Listen, is this something that people can say?

I made a mistake and couldn't bear it, and wanted him, a heartless brother, to receive the punishment instead?

He Zhouyue: "You might as well find a graveyard for yourself now."

If it was Yuan Yu's brothers and sisters who accidentally made some mistakes today, and their cultivation level was not enough so that it was dangerous, he would definitely replace it with his body without saying a word, let alone He Xiting, he is not so philanthropic, and cannot be a bodhisattva who saves suffering.

He was about to chase people away when he heard an older voice stop him.

"He Zhouyue! Why are you talking to your brother!" He Si hurried over and helped He Xiting stand up from the ground.

Anyway, it was his father, He Zhouyue restrained himself and didn't talk back.

However, he restrained himself a bit, but He Si refused: "Xiting hasn't formed an alchemy yet, and he will surely die if he is punished by heaven and thunder. Now is not the time to pursue past grievances, so why don't you talk about brotherhood?"

He Zhouyue: "Did I ask him to steal it?"

He Si: "If you hadn't given him the shadow, how would he have the guts to steal it? If you hadn't said hello to take back the shadow, how would he have been discovered?!"

He Zhouyue had never heard such a justifiable complaint during the hundreds of years of his childhood on the mountain and down the mountain, and he had a new understanding of the word shameless.

If he knew that He Xiting was using Yinying to steal the Demon King's scepter, why would he lend it out?

It is true that He Si favors He Xiting, but with the blood of He's family, how can he be partial to He Xiting to such an extent?

He Zhouyue looked at He Si in disbelief, and asked in a hoarse voice: "He Xiting is your son, so am I not? If he can't bear the punishment of heaven and thunder, can I bear it? For a hundred years, how can I be sorry? What family?"

He Si's eyes dodged for a moment, but after his eyes touched He Xiting, he became firm again.

Hard ones won't work, just come soft ones.

"As long as you survive this calamity for Xiting, the He family will not lose your share in the future." He Si persuaded, "Dayue, Xiting is your younger brother, don't you have the heart to see him die?" ?"

The last thought of family affection in He Zhouyue's heart was suddenly cut off.

A hundred years ago, his master persuaded him that his obsession might just be a vain, but he went back to the He family in spite of himself.

It's that he shouldn't have extravagant hopes.

He Zhouyue closed his eyes, took a deep breath secretly: "Don't persuade me."

He turned around and walked towards the hall, He Si wanted to follow, but he called someone to stop him.

Boy, look at me, I look at you, neither dare to disobey Immortal Lord Qingji, nor dare to offend Patriarch He, one of them embarrassedly said: "Patriarch He, look, how about..."

He Si shouted to He Zhouyue through the human wall: "Don't forget that if you want to marry the lord, you have to start from Beiyu, the hometown of the He family, and my He family should accompany you throughout the journey."

He Zhouyue didn't turn his head back, but said indifferently: "Don't accompany me, when I get married with Fang Yan, I will remove my name from the family tree."

Halfway through the hour of Xu, the wind and rain really responded to He Zhouyue's premonition and came from the sky. The doors and windows of the Chongluan Hall were not closed. After a while, small wet puddles formed on the edge of the window sill, dripping down along the lines of the phoenix's tail feathers.

Only three small lamps were lit in the hall, and when the wind blew occasionally, He Zhouyue's already dim shadow was about to sink into darkness.

On the short table was a jade slip with the word "He" engraved on it, which was the proof of the He family that He Si personally gave him back then.

Jade is a good jade, crystal clear and invaluable, no matter how he bears the name of He's eldest son, the certificate will not be shabby.

He has been in the world for a hundred years, and He Si seems to have given him only one thing in total.

Suddenly there was a slight sound from the door, Fang Yan came against the rain and was about to close the open door for him.

He Zhouyue said indifferently: "You also came to persuade me?"

Fang Yan walked slowly to the side of the couch and sat down next to him: "I just heard what happened in the afternoon, I'm afraid you will be sad."

He Zhouyue: "What can I be sad about?"

Just as he was speaking, the back of his hand was caught by Fang Yan suddenly.

After being blown by the cold wind for a long time, even He Zhouyue's hair felt chilly, but when he was touched by the high temperature at this moment, he felt the illusion that the soles of his feet were solid.

Fang Yan: "After all, you really regard He Si as your father."

After a while of silence, the alienation on He Zhouyue's face gradually dissipated, as if she had let go of her defenses, showing a sleepy look.

"When I was a child, I often heard my mother tell me what kind of person he was. He was elegant, refined, and polite, and he loved my mother especially. Unfortunately, when disasters happened, the two had to separate.

"My mother told me day after day, I will go to him when I grow up, because he must be missing me, maybe he is not very good at expressing, but there is no father who does not love children.

"I heard my mother say it for eight years, until she was dying, she was still thinking about asking me to find him and let him erect a monument for her."

This is the first time that He Zhouyue talked about the past, and said so many things.

Fang Yan squeezed his hand a little tighter.

He Zhouyue: "In the beginning he would ask me to eat at the same table, he seemed happy, until that year in the family competition, I beat He Xiting in the top [-]."

It's not that He Si doesn't love him, it's just that this love is too insignificant compared to He Xiting, and it can be crushed almost without thinking about it.

And he actually had a century-old expectation for that tiny point, he really thinks too highly of himself.

"I didn't care about all the credit and hard work in the past, but I don't want to let He Xiting have an accident, so I want to take my life..."

Fang Yan's voice was as deep as the night, with a demagogic tone: "After getting married, the name will be removed from the He family tree. If you don't like it, you won't go back."

Two of the three small lamps were blown out, and with the remaining light, He Zhouyue looked straight into Fang Yan's eyes, wanting to see the bottom of the deep water.

He Zhouyue: "Then what about you, Fang Yan, don't you want to save He Xiting?"

Fang Yan leaned over and hugged him: "You are my Taoist partner who is about to get married."

Thinking of the reason why the two got married, He Zhouyue chuckled lightly: "This world of comprehension is quite boring."

Fang Yan's eyes sank slightly, and he pressed He Zhouyue's back, and half-forced a long kiss on his lips.

In the 50 years that He Zhouyue and Fang Yan have been together day and night, they really put this person in a very important position, trust, rely on, and plan for the future.

Even if he knew that everything was a hoax, he would still habitually immerse himself in the warm lake water, and then use his reason to break free.

But he is really tired now.

Going down the mountain for a hundred years, everything you ask for is vain.

It's like a traveler in the desert finds a bottle of alcohol mixed with alcohol, and a warm wooden house suddenly appears in front of the adventurer who is about to freeze to death in the heavy snow.

Only at this moment, drink poison to quench thirst.

The last lamp was also doused by the wind and rain blowing in.

Only the sound of water remains between the sky and the earth.

He Zhouyue's mind went blank, he didn't think about anything, and he didn't want to think about anything.

In the boundless chaos, he vaguely heard Fang Yan's voice: "After we get married, we will live as before, okay?"

He didn't answer.

After a while, Fang Yan asked again: "Who is Riyue's senior brother?"

He Zhouyue opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at Fang Yan without hesitation: "Have you ever loved me?"

The silent person was replaced by Fang Yan.

It's still raining.

Office.

Wen Jiansheng was still sitting in the same position as when he came last time, even the chair was the grand master's chair from last time, cooking hot wine and listening to the rain, the crow-blue yarn embroidered with the wind, so uncomfortable and relaxed.

Fang Yan stepped into the hall, his eyes flicked over the pot of dirty wine: "What do you think of my place?"

Wen Jiansheng didn't even look at him, and poured two cups upright: "President Fang Da has been away for too long, I'm really bored."

Fang Yan took a sip.

It's a bit strong, maybe He Zhouyue will like it.

He said: "Ziyue is in a bad mood, so I sorted out his meridians for a while."

Wen Jiansheng clicked his tongue: "Huo Linggen combs the meridians in such a cold night, you can coax it."

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows: "If you give up and continue looking for people, why do you have to rely on hot wine?"

Wen Jiansheng choked, talking about business: "What are you going to do about He Xiting?"

A white thunder flashed across the sky, illuminating half of Fang Yan's calm face through the skylight. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind: "You should understand that He Xiting cannot die."

Wen Jiansheng: "He Zhouyue doesn't seem like someone who would agree."

"If something happens to He Xiting, it won't be good for him." Fang Yan was a little irritable for no reason, wanted to frown but endured it, and said calmly, "The future will be long, and I will make it up to him after we get married."

"Compensation..." Wen Jiansheng poured another cup of hot wine for himself, looking at the endless night outside the window with misty eyes, "People's hearts are the most difficult to pay..."