The devil is me

Before he could taste it, the temperature suddenly disappeared.The hazy light suddenly disappeared, he opened his eyes, his arms were empty, he had nothing, all senses of touch, smell, taste, sight and hearing were useless again, his face was still wet from tears, he leaned on the couch in a daze, the red clothes were everywhere It was the lamp that went out.

It was the wick that burned out.

Withered, like a dead body.

He became angry and smashed everything in sight.

Li Gou looked at him for a while, and smiled: "Master Mojun, do you know that this lamp can hurt people's inner alchemy, so it can't be used for a long time?"

Shen Po ignored him, and immediately summoned the demons and goblins under his seat to find the yellow sorghum grass for him.Collect everything in the world, regardless of money or life.

After that, he became addicted, drank poison every day to quench his thirst, and lingered in the illusion of the lamp.

In that glass of glass, he cared for a dream that was as fragile as the glass.

He embraced Yun Chonghe, wrapped his hands around his slender waist, stroked his waist-length black hair, and raised his face to kiss him.He bit Yun Chonghe's earlobe, leaving a bright red hickey on his neck, and then went all the way down, listening to him let out a pleasant and unbearable moan.

He Ren Yunchong pushed him down on the couch angrily and emotionally, and pressed against him forcefully.

He was above the waves, mourning and crying, the red clothes fell on his arms, revealing his beautiful shoulders, on which there were marks of clouds rushing and sucking out, the flame on his forehead was burning, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyelashes were red. Stained with his tears or Yun Chonghe's sweat, he couldn't open his eyes, half-closed his eyes for joy.

But he wants more, but it's not enough.

He wants Yun Chong and Ri Ri not to leave, and Ri Ri to indulge in his body.

Down with him.

Day after day, he woke up less and less during the day, his face took on an unhealthy pale color, and his figure became visibly thinner.Until one day, he woke up sweating profusely, and Li Gou said to him: "Master Mojun, all Taoist sects want to kill you."

His skin was still faintly pink, covered with fine sweat, his heart was beating wildly, and he finally calmed down, holding his forehead to accept a letter of war from Taoist joint repair, and smiling wantonly.

It contained a detailed list of his crimes.

Shen's side branch is not bad.Xue's territory is also good.

The front is still smack, and the further back the more outrageous.

The abbots of Anshan Temple and Baima Temple were killed, and the juniors of Wang's Taoist sect died tragically in night hunting. Some things that I had never heard of were all attributed to myself.

Although his hands are not clean, but it is not in vain to kill Buddhist monks.

As for those demons and goblins, if he insisted that his devilish energy diffused, leading to the rampage of monsters, he couldn't do anything about it. Those bloodthirsty things wanted to go out to kill people, so he still had to persuade them to be good?

In the final analysis, it was not because he was not good at learning, and the death of Night Hunting was not because of the news that he Shen Po became the devil.

He looked at the piece of paper over and over, only to find it funny.

These sanctimonious people come to kill as soon as they come, and they insist on claiming to be teachers of justice and order out of chaos, which makes people laugh out loud.

He didn't take it to heart either, he just casually glanced at the time and signature, and Shen Xihe's name was impressively listed.His father didn't even bother to ask him if he did these things, so he signed his name without hesitation.

There is nothing to be afraid of, now he has no home, no master, and Ling Yaosi is cut off from him, and his father wants to kill him himself.

No father, no mother, no teacher, no friends, a person who is alone has nothing to lose.

Before going to the appointment, he dug a grave for himself in the Necropolis.

No name was left, and only six characters of "Bai Ze Zhenren's disciples" were engraved on the tablet.

He heard from Lingyaosi that when Yun Chonghe died, although he exhausted his blood, he knelt on one knee, held the mausoleum in his hand and did not fall, his sword was still unsheathed, and his white clothes were all stained with blood. There is a ferocious hatred.

Those members of the Taoist family were quite afraid, so they hurriedly cast a requiem spell and were cremated. They wanted to be sprinkled into the sea, but they were begged by a group of Penglai disciples on their knees and threatened with death. They stayed and were buried in the Penglai tree with their swords. Under the stout pear tree.

When he went to worship, the pear tree had been destroyed and Penglai was no longer there. It was not that he hadn't thought about taking Yun Chonghe away, but he also felt that if he took him to Tunan Dao Dead Man's Cave, Yun Chonghe would definitely die when he saw him. of.

He's filthy and obnoxious now.

The blood on one hand can't be washed clean.

He thought, it would be better for Yun Chonghe to stay in Penglai, he likes Penglai best.Maybe one day the old pear tree stump can still sprout and bloom, and snow will fall on him, and we will be cool with him.

But he couldn't be buried with Yun Chong.If he died in battle, no one would send his body to Penglai, and he would have no one to send his funeral.

What's more, since he has betrayed the Taoist sect and fallen into the evil way, he doesn't want to damage the reputation of Yun Chong and his death.The descendants of the province looked at the side-by-side graves, and pointed out that this was the pair of master and apprentice who violated ethics, and there was a murderous demon king among them.

Yun Chong was there alone, clean and safe, and maybe someone else went to Penglai to pay their respects, remembering his uprightness and uprightness.As for himself, it would be the best ending for him to be buried in this extremely cold northern land, in the dead man's cave in Tunan Road.

Thinking about it now, life has no roots, floating like dust on Moshang.He didn't ask for a coffin, he didn't ask for a blessed place, he didn't even ask for a whole corpse, he was born and died, all he needed was "the disciple of the real Bai Ze" and that was enough.

He sat by the tomb for a while, and when it was almost time, he lifted the Ruanyuan sword and strode away.

He even withdrew the barriers, and the numerous Taoists almost drove straight in.

"It's so lively." He leaned on the couch, leaning on his forehead, holding a bunch of juicy purple grapes in his hand, raising his head from time to time to bite off one, and swallowed it overflowing with juice.He has a high ponytail, still wears the hairpin given by Yun Chonghe, and is dressed in red clothes, looking down at the crowd indifferently from the high platform.He glanced over and saw another sandalwood hairpin in the crowd.

That was Shen Xinzhai.

He no longer wore Penglai bamboo blue clothes, but changed into Shen's dark blue sea pattern clothes, which were so dazzling, but there was still a sandalwood hairpin on his hair, and he looked up at him timidly.

Goodbye to the same door, Shen Po's eyes are a little hot, and he feels like laughing.

"Do you have any last words?" Xue Rongyu pointed his sword at him.

"Yes." Shen Po smiled, he straightened up a little, opened his smile, showed his white teeth, and the flames between his brows were burning wantonly, "Come here to try to find a leak, covet my forbidden books, don't count on it, I will burned."

He watched with amused expression as someone's face changed, showing resentment, but he was embarrassed to leave.

He regained his leisure and said: "There are still those who have not been to Penglai that day, you can leave quickly. I have no grievances or enmities with you, so as not to die in vain."

What he said was from Chong Xi's family and some other sects. He did not make any effort to destroy them in Penglai back then, but today he was coerced by the four characters of "eliminating demons and defending Taoism" to come here, so he may not have any blood feud with him.

"That day our Wang family didn't go to Penglai, but my nephew died at the hands of the ghosts driven by you." Suddenly, an old man walked out of the crowd, full of righteous indignation, "Why are you still pretending to be a good person here! Bah!"

"I want to say that I didn't do this, do you believe it?" Shen Mo propped up his body with the ruined sword, looked at the crowd, and finally set his eyes on Shen Xihe.

In those downcast days of the Shen family, because of Mrs. Feng's concealment, Shen Xihe didn't know much. He was indifferent and indifferent, and he was also a heartless person. Much love to hate.

But at this moment, he found that he still had hope, hoping that his father would believe him, even if he said a word for him.

Even if it's just a little defensive.

Shen Xihe looked straight back at him, and angrily said: "Nie Zi, you are still talking nonsense now, why don't you hurry down and die."

"Our Shen family has been humiliated by you for a hundred years!"

"Don't you understand?" Shen Po frowned, stared at Shen Xihe, his voice trembled, and it even sounded a bit pleading, "I said these things were not done by me."

"You are bloodthirsty, your hands are full of blood, you have been a demon king for three years, and you have been involved in countless bloody cases. Do you think we will still believe your rhetoric that you pick and choose to kill people?" Shen Xihe said coldly.

Shen Po laughed hysterically, stood up abruptly, his robes billowing: "Hahahaha, well said, rightly said. I don't know where my conscience came from, but I still pick and kill people. I was overwhelmed by that pedantic Yun Chong I have forgotten all the troubles, and I believe that human nature is good, and that it should kill all the world."

"It's useless to say more." He raised his sacrificial sword, formed a seal and drew a formation, and the scarlet light was grand.

"Then let's fight."