The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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The thunder outside the window intertwined with the thunder that night. Xie Yang woke up from the dream screaming, and saw Jiang Shuyu standing beside the bed looking at him with a surprised face. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a memory. .

There were still tears on his face, but he wrapped his arms around Jiang Shuyu, buried his face in his waist, and panted, "Don't go."

In the past, he knew that Jiang Shuyu was not cool, so he never dared to do this, but this time, he didn't want anyone to leave easily, whether he beat him or scolded him.

But he forgot last night.

Jiang Shuyu stood stiffly in front of the bed, not knowing why the child came out.

He fled subconsciously, but his arms wrapped around his waist even tighter.

"Why are you still awake after sleeping?" Jiang Shuyu pulled Xie Yang's arms away with a cold face, and then said, "Get up quickly, we agreed to go back to Songming today."

After all, turn around and leave.

Xie Yang stared blankly at his empty hands, and suddenly an inexplicable hatred rose in his heart - why did Master look at me with such cold eyes?

"Go away."

He also dislikes my origin like everyone else?

"leave me alone."

He doesn't like me?

"..."

Why is he? !

"Gouged out those eyes."

The thought that popped up in his mind shocked Xie Yang a lot. He shook his head and hurriedly looked at Jiang Shuyu. The latter had already packed up his things and was waiting outside the door. , still standing far away.

Seeing that the person on the bed was still propped up in a daze, Jiang Shuyu thought for a while, and motioned to the table, "Shangju soup..."

Xie Yang turned his head to look at the furnishings in the house, and then realized that he was sleeping in Jiang Shuyu's room.

He stumbled to sit at the table, sucked in a breath of cool air against his hangover head, and thought fearfully: "It seems that alcohol is really mixed, and I can't drink more in the future."

Although it was raining, we went back faster than when we came.

All the minor cultivators gave up the wooden swords they used in the past, replaced them with real swords, and became real monks. From now on, they can stay as they please. It’s all up to them, so some of them decided to go out for a trip before returning to Song Ming.

Jiang Shuyu turned around and glanced, seeing that Xie Yang was still there, she breathed a sigh of relief.

He also felt that it was not good to care so much, so he felt awkward and flew away.

Xie Yang frowned, and immediately followed.

Before noon, there were 31 monks who returned to Songming and Jiang Shuyu.

Both sides of the long steps outside the White Jade Hall were full of Xiaoxiu who were waiting and watching, whether they were looking forward to or curious, they were all envious.

Wen Yumian came out excitedly, clasped Jiang Shuyu's shoulders under the crowd in the hall, and greeted all the monks into the hall, saying that a congratulatory banquet had been arranged.

For some reason, Xie Yang knew Wen Yumian's relationship with Jiang Shuyu, but when he saw his hand on Jiang Shuyu's shoulder, he felt disgusted, and the questioning in his heart was louder than that.

"Take his hands off."

"Why are you so cute?"

"You weren't like this when I touched you in the past."

"Xie Changliu, why did you stop?" The senior sister behind was blocked by him and gave him a light push.

Xie Yang, who always had a smiling face, turned his head, his eyes were full of sternness.

The senior sister was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Why are you looking at me like that... I don't know why."

Not only senior sister, even Xie Yang himself thinks so.

On weekdays, Li Jiang Shuyu doesn't have little contact with others, why is he particularly upset today, as if the dam that has been suppressing his heart suddenly burst overnight, and his emotions are surging out like water, which has collapsed for the past three years The two-acre flower field that finally bloomed in the village.

Others saw that something was wrong with him, and didn't want to ruin their good mood, so they took a detour one after another. Jiang Shuyu looked back at him suspiciously.

"Why didn't you follow?"

Xie Yang lowered his head and replied: "I feel a little uncomfortable, so I will go back to Changliu first."

He saluted hastily, regardless of whether Jiang Shuyu agreed or not, and ran up Changliu Mountain.

Wen Yumian looked at his receding back and asked, "Didn't Changliu get the sword?"

Jiang Shuyu shook his head.

"It's really strange. Could it be that you are sick?"

Jiang Shuyu still shook his head, until Xie Yang was no longer in sight, and then said calmly, "Hangover."

Bearing the double blows of snow and rain, Xie Yang stayed for a long time completely relying on the memory of his legs.

As soon as he entered Hongmei Xiaozhu, he couldn't wait to rush into his bedroom, and slammed the door behind him regardless of the "meow" sound behind him.

He held his head, his mind was in a terrible pain and it was strangely chaotic, it seemed that thousands of people shouted at him at the same time, and they each said their own things:

"Baby, why are you back?"

"How can you avenge your mother like this?"

"Did you stay too leisurely at Jiang Shuyu's place? You have long forgotten why you practiced swords in the first place."

"I haven't forgotten...I haven't forgotten!" Xie Yang couldn't be bothered, and it took him a long time to pick out the clearest words from tens of millions of voices.

He finally understood—these voices didn't belong to him at all!

"You forgot," said the voice, "the hatred in your heart has faded away. If it wasn't for the dream last night, you would still be celebrating in the White Jade Palace..."

"Maybe you should think about your mother, think about how you carried her body out of Liangzhou City alone, think about how her thin body was wrapped in straw mats and buried in the soil..."

"You were kicked out."

"She didn't have a safe place to sleep until she died, but after being a beggar for several years, you lived quite comfortably."

"Shut up! Shut up! Get out!" Xie Yang had sharp teeth, but now he couldn't argue. Use the sound of broken porcelain to cover up the indisputable fact.

"Think about what those people did. You walked past them, but no one saw you. Pity you."

"And those people from Xiejiabao, if there is someone to help you say something, then Xie Duxian will definitely save face, and you won't have to be kicked out."

"But they won't, because you mother and son are so easy to bully, if someone among them apologizes to you now, you will definitely hesitate, right?"

"I do not know!"

His eyes gradually became blurred, and Xie Yang realized that he was crying.

He quickly rubbed his eyes hard, trying to push back the tears. He promised Luan Muyun that he would never cry again.

Nothing in the bedroom was complete, but the sound still didn't stop. Xie Yang pulled out the arrogant self-defense with his backhand, but saw the red light shaking on it, and the silver swords on both sides were covered with wounds. Well-intentioned grimace!

Almost instantly, Xie Yang connected them with the evil beings in the lava cave of Liexie Mountain.

His heart trembled, and he quickly threw the sword out.

But the sword didn't even touch the ground, it floated up by itself, floating in mid-air like a ghost looking down on Xie Yang.

There is a problem with the sword!

Being able to be placed alone in that kind of place has already proved its specialness, why I only discovered it now.

The sound of the sword clanged and buzzed, and the voice in the sword suddenly softened:

"Don't be afraid, since I chose you, I won't hurt you."

"We can help you get revenge, all."

"As long as we share life and you give your hatred, I will give you all my spiritual power."

"At that time, it will be easy to level the Three Realms. Who will dare to disdain you, who will dare to call you a stinky beggar."

"Whoever provoked you, you killed who."

"No, no!" Xie Yang yelled, covering his ears, "I can do it myself! I don't need you evil spirits! Get out of my sword!"

How could this be?

The sound of the sword stopped suddenly.

Xie Yang leaned against the wooden door and swallowed his breath, dripping with sweat.

"you are silly……"

Suddenly, bursts of sharp laughter erupted from the sword again, as if mocking him for dreaming, and it took a long time to completely calm down.