Master, take your medicine quickly

Ning Liang regretted it.

When his master finally couldn't bear the humiliation and blew himself up in front of him, all he saw when he woke up was a cold wreckage, and his heartbeat seemed to stop.

He had just woken up from the bloody nightmare, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and the death of the master was like the cold wind of severe winter, which made him tremble unconsciously.

Helpless, hopeless, Ning Liang collapsed, completely collapsed.

Look, his master is so gentle, there is still a smile on the corner of the master's mouth.

Look, his master is so quiet, the master didn't scold him today.

But why didn't Master move a bit?Normally, Master's eyelashes would tremble when he fell asleep.

Why didn't Master even look at him?He has knelt in front of the master and shouted countless times.

Master?Master!Master...why...why is your body so cold?

Master?Master!Master...you finally...finally don't want disciples anymore?

But Master, this disciple can't accept it, this disciple doesn't agree!

Ning Liang hugged the body that had no warmth at all, and was dazed.

He slashed open the back of his hand like crazy, and dripped the warm blood into Master's mouth, but half a day later, Master was still lying pale, like an eternal sculpture.

Damn it, why is this demonic blood that can bring ordinary people back to life ineffective on Master?

There is clearly a life-and-death contract in his blood, so why is it invalid for Master?

Maybe it's because there's not enough blood?

Ning Liang cut open his wrist, and blood gushed out, but he couldn't even get in the mouth of the deceased, like tears and blood staining the snow-white Taoist robe red.

Why is this happening?Why?

Ning Liang raised his head to the sky and howled, unable to kneel for a long time.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the moon rises and the sun sets, when Ning Liang got up, an unknown amount of time had passed, and his long black hair was stained with frost unknowingly.

Haosheng buried the master, and Ning Liangku sat in the yard in a daze.

The mountain is still the same, the water is still the same, even the wind is as noisy as ever, but his heart can no longer be put together, and he no longer has the courage to beat.

The jackdaws cried blood, the birds and beasts returned to their nests, and another night came.

What is the difference between this and the day for him?It's just a lonely shadow on the flowers, and a pair on the moon.

What's the fun of facing this boring cycle of seasons alone.

Look, the world has abandoned him, he has nothing left, nothing worth remembering.

Under the clear light of the full moon, the white-haired Ning Liang finally stood up.

The straight-legged deep coat with snow-white patterns and green bamboo swayed gently in the wind, and the goose-yellow half-armed shirt kept flapping behind him.

In front of him, the mountains and rivers are infinite; behind him, there is no one.

Ning Liang's eyes were already covered with lifeless gray, the so-called sadness is greater than heart death, nothing more than that.

The breath of death shrouded Ning Liang's body, and that layer of cold moonlight made him look as fragile as breaking into pieces at any time.

After a while, the white-haired Ningliang finally opened his mouth: "Master, you came to pick up the disciple? The disciple tried all the methods, even using the life-death contract. Even so, the disciple still couldn't bring you back to life. The disciple is so useless. "

"The ancient kings are lonely, but now the disciple is the well-deserved master of the devil world, but why is the disciple not happy at all? Why?"

"Master, you finally killed the disciple with your ruthlessness. The disciple doesn't want to wait until the end is approaching. The disciple is too lonely. Master, the disciple will accompany you."

After saying that, the white-haired Ningliang showed a lonely smile to the void, and then he blew himself up on the spot, and his upright figure like a bamboo shattered little by little, turning into little fluorescent lights and scattered, and as time went by, little by little annihilated in the sky. wind.

In the dots of fluorescent light, there seems to be a sigh: I have killed countless people in my life, and I am addicted to drinking blood. I lived to the end, but lost at the beginning.If there is an afterlife, Master, I will definitely not mess around like this again.Master, will we have an afterlife?Maybe in the next life, it would be better for you to kill me.