The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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The boy's peach blossom eyes and small white canine teeth, even the curled hair are exactly the same as Xie Yang.

But Xie Yang knew that he was not himself, the real Xie Yang would not introduce himself like this, obviously this is just an ordinary son who grew up under the doting of his parents.

For many years to come, Jiang Shuyu got along very well with this fake Xie Yang. They slayed demons and slew demons, walked hand in hand, and never had any troubles.

Later, when "Xie Yang" became famous, the two parents got together and began to discuss their marriage.Along the way, they won the love and recognition of everyone without even experiencing a small twists and turns.

But do they still count as them?

This Xie Yang who has no permanent name?

Do not!

Xie Yang suddenly realized that everything in the dream was all delusions of the person in the dream, and the so-called delusions were all illusions.

It is because of indulging in such illusions that people do not want to go any further...

When he revisited the world again, all the good things he had just discovered were reduced to ashes, and all the evil spirits of desire came and went on the street, only Jiang Shuyu was wearing red silk satin, sitting on top of the ruins in human appearance , with a peaceful smile on his face, as if being pulled up by flesh and blood.

"Master."

He was looking through himself at another person.

"Master!"

He must never be allowed to stay here again.

Xie Yang clasped Jiang Shuyu's shoulder, shaking desperately, "Master, wake up, I am Xie Yang! Wake up quickly!"

But Jiang Shuyu has long been immersed in the illusion he wove, unable to extricate himself.

At this time, a chuckle suddenly sounded from behind, Xie Yang suddenly turned his head, but saw another himself standing not far away, looking at him with a dim smile.

"Why did you wake him up?" Another Xie Yang said, "Look at me—my parents are loving, and I grew up rich and well-clothed. After Changliu Mountain, all the way to the sky, I am a leader in cultivation, not a devil full of evil-everyone here is gentle and kind, and no one is afraid because of a little difference from others...Everything Jiang Zhen wants is here. Why do you want him to go out and suffer for no reason?"

"You are all fake!"

"Xie Yang" smiled, "Stay here, it will be true after a long time. If you insist on exposing the truth, I will not agree."

After saying that, his eyes froze, and a sword appeared in his right hand, stabbing towards Xie Yang.

Under the great disparity in strength, Xie Yang could only draw his sword and resist fiercely. This dummy has a complete spiritual core, and he can't even fight him to a tie.

I don't know how many times he was shaken out, Xie Yang coughed out a mouthful of blood, looked up at Jiang Shuyu who was sitting on the ruins, "Master, wake up... there is still Miaomiao outside, and countless people who were shocked We can't stay here any longer..."

The dummy seemed to want to torture him slowly, and walked towards him without haste, "I advise you not to waste your words, he is my bride now, don't even think about it...and never take him away!"

"You're dreaming...Jiang Shuyu is the husband of my Tongjian Yuehe. I said I would take him away, so I will take him away! As for you—a fake is a fake after all!"

As if stimulated by the word "false", the fake Xie Yang's expression suddenly became extremely terrifying.

"go to hell!"

The sharp blade wrapped around the sword and fell in the wind, Xie Yang tightly grasped Jiang Shuyu's clothes.

The pain he imagined didn't come as expected, Xie Yang raised his blood-stained lips, his gaze slowly moved down, and saw that Jiang Shuyu's eyes that had been dull just now suddenly brightened, and at the end of his outstretched arm was the fake The throat of a person being strangled.

"What, you, how is it possible?!"

Xie Yang smiled with relief, "No matter how perfect you are, the only one who has gone through storms with Jiang Shuyu is me, the self-willed and naive Xie Yang with a bad life."

He knew that Jiang Shuyu would definitely choose him.

The pressure on the neck gradually intensified. Fake Xie Yang stared at Jiang Shuyu closely, his eyes were sad, and he breathed out intermittently, "There are so many sufferings in the world, don't go..."

"I'm not alone in this world."

With the disappearance of the fake Xie Yang, everything around him collapsed in an instant, revealing the cruel truth behind it:

The lonely boy under the tree; the old grandmother; the spirit snake who left; Wen Yumian, who led the siblings to leave Jiangjiazhuang...

In front of the White Jade Hall, the young man solemnly made a promise never to let the tragedy happen again, and the always strong sister beside him gritted her teeth in order not to let the tears continue to flow, "No! I don't want them!"

Time flies, she sealed the golden pupil forever, and he became a silent monk in Songming City. The past was so heavy that no one let it go...

By the time they all found out, they had already burst into tears.

Jiang Shuyu kept shaking all over, but clenched his fists and refused to make a sound.

Xie Yang intertwined his five fingers gently, and put his forehead on his shoulder, "Master, there is no one else here, only me."

Finally, Jiang Shuyu wailed, sobbing violently as if he wanted to spit out all the pain he had swallowed... Tears soaked the shoulders and necks of the person in front of him, it turned out that he had grown taller than himself.

[The author has something to say: Piling piles: pouring people into cement and sealing them in new buildings for sacrifices. Usually, virgins are used, which is a bad habit. 】