give me a chance to be a good person

The world is like chess, and the universe is turbulent. In the past few years, the pattern has often changed, and many major forces have been in turmoil, especially the Nine Old Immortals.

The Nine Old Immortals were originally the nine neutral sects, not to mention the turmoil of the world, and even the Nether Ghost Prison was not accumulated overnight; it is a pity that it has gradually declined since the death of Yi Jianhan's father and the civil turmoil in the Nether Ghost Prison , Even an organization that sprung up in a short period of time like Life and Death Kuhai could squeeze into Jiulao Xiandu, which shows the prosperity of Life and Death Kuhai's reputation and the decline of Jiulao Xiandu at that time.

It is natural that prosperity must decline.

When the reputation of the Nether Ghost Prison was at its peak, even the Xuantian Sect did not dare to steal its edge, even if the head of the Xuantian Sect saw the Four Palm Orders, he would back away, but now walking around the world, how many people know about the Nether Ghost Prison.Shang Shijing didn't think about giving the Nether Ghost Prison a chance to come back to life in the original layout, so he made a deadly move. It is impossible for an organization like the Nether Ghost Prison to invade from the outside.

Among the many devils, the Venerable Master is a special one. He can control the power of the ghosts. As long as there are more casualties, he will become stronger. Therefore, the more powerful the sect attacks, it will add more power to the ghost prison, unless It is the four saints under the throne of Tianzun...

Shang Shijing rubbed his brows. It was precisely because of this that he was merciless towards the Nether Ghost Prison, but he underestimated the Lord's means. What happened to the accident? Logically speaking, the Lord should have died in the It is in hellfire.

However, after leaving his elder brother, he really had to plan a new retreat and support for himself.

Wan Changkong is indeed useful, but when the real turmoil comes, he will be nothing but an ant, unable to bear the power of a thousand pounds.

The Netherworld Ghost Prison has always been very powerful when traveling, not to mention that the lord also came this time, with cold wind and rain, lightning and thunder, the tea was hot, and the fashion mirror was at the center, calmly stepped on the shadow under his feet, and took out the The Shura mask locked in the box was worn on his face, and he didn't like to show his true face when doing things, especially when dealing with this kind of backup.

What's more, it's not a good thing to be a ghost teacher in the Nether Ghost Prison but look too delicate and handsome.

The lord is born with a variety of charms, his eyes and brows are all charming and affectionate, but it's a pity that Shang Shijing can't give him what he wants; and he can't give what Shang Shijing wants.

People who don't speak first laugh, the wind and rain outside the window, the doors and windows open and close, the thunder strikes, and the shadows emerge. The quiet and elegant bamboo house seems to have turned into some barren cemetery in an instant, accompanied by stern laughter, which is creepy.

Countless little ghosts were secretly laughing in the shadows, as if they were planning to pounce on Shang Shijing anytime, anywhere. He took a sip of hot tea unhurriedly, and said slowly: "Having violated for many years, the method of the Hanzhang Order is still there. There is no change." He kicked out the dark ghost wrapped around his leg lightly, and the little ghost splashed on the ground, instead of turning into green smoke, it turned into a puddle of foul-smelling flesh and blood.

new means?

Shang Shijing raised his eyebrows slightly, and heard a few more laughs, like anger and resentment, the shadow was reborn from the flesh and blood, and someone hugged him like a snake, and pressed his ear closely: "How dare you show up?" ?!" Han Wuyan looked at the soft white ear, wishing to bite it off, chew it up and swallow it into his stomach, he just felt full of anger, he was more afraid of Shang Shijing than anyone else, so naturally he cared more than anyone else.

Han Wuyan's heart is poisonous enough, and his hands are hot enough, but it's a pity that he is too timid. He wants to kill himself, but he is afraid that he will miss him.

"Of course I can't bear to part with such a wonderful person like Han Zhang Ling." Shang Shijing laughed lightly, and stretched out his arms to wrap around Han Wuyan's waist, the other's bones were as soft as if they had been pulled away, maybe the one in Hellfire The black snake was really refined by him and fused into his body.

The man's heart and lungs were as cold as ice stones, but the hot air from his mouth was so warm, it made Han Wuyan a little dizzy for a while, but he knew that the other party was more poisonous than a snake and more ruthless than a wolf, so Han Wuyan didn't dare to have sex with him After being entangled, she twisted her waist slipperily, and got out of this warm embrace.

Han Wuyan laughed and said: "If the ghost master is really reluctant to part with Wuyan, why not kill yourself on the spot, and Wuyan swallows you in one gulp, and we will never be separated again."

"Oh?" Shang Shijing propped his face lazily, and poured hot tea on the little snake under his feet, crushing it into a meat paste, "Then why not do it the other way around? Is it because the cold palm makes the mind ingenious, and it tastes stinging?" , are you afraid that I won’t be able to bite?”

Han Wuyan knew that she couldn't beat him with words of mouth, so she sneered and said, "You can only talk about it."

Shang Shijing smiled hoarsely, pinched Han Wuyan's face lightly, and raised his eyebrows as if he had discovered some new fun: "Then I'll just wait and see."

When he laughed, it was crisp and hoarse, like old wine, it tasted smoky and hot, and choked people to tears, but when he got drunk, he became a bit mellow and lustful.

It makes people want to taste it and taste it again, wishing to swallow it whole, and only dare to taste it carefully, for fear that if they are not careful, they will be burned in it.

Although bullying Han Wuyan was unscrupulous, Shang Shijing was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface. Han Wuyan was timid and cautious, and he had many thoughts. His probing like this could only be because he was not sure about the attitude of the Lord.If even he is not sure, it means that no one knows what the Lord has decided on this time.

"sit."

Shang Shijing said slowly.

Han Wuyan showed anger. According to his strength, killing a Shang Shijing was probably easier than crushing an ant. However, his fear of this man was too deep in his heart, so he was always at a disadvantage.Although he was unwilling, he still sat down angrily, as if feeling that he had lost face, he shouted again: "Wan Ya! You still don't come down!"

In an instant, a dark figure appeared on the other chair.

The Lord did not appear.

Shang Shijing knew why the other party didn't show up, so he stood up slowly, holding his teacup and sat calmly on the guest seat, suddenly there was a shadow on the threshold, but there was no one at the door, and the four little ghosts His shadow happily stepped over the pool of rotten flesh, and walked to the front of the main seat, where the lord sat. He slightly lowered his head, his long black hair hanging down like a shadow, revealing his pale and delicate face. s face.

He is a real son of ghosts, but he looks not scary at all.

"Sir." His lord still called him that way, his voice was like ice and snow, clear and indifferent, "The door is open today to welcome guests, do you not want to leave, or do you not want to leave?"

Shang Shijing didn't even blink his eyes, and said slowly: "My lord is visiting, I don't want to go, and I don't want to go."

If the dead end reaches a desperate situation, who can say that it is not a new way to survive.

The lord smiled lightly, his face was like a beautiful article written by a scholar, just two or three glances are enough to amaze, if you savor it carefully, you are even willing to die for him.Shang Shijing was unmoved, he knew that this gorgeous looking beauty who was almost domineering did not just have a good face, if she was too indulging in sensuality, her death might not be far away.

Both Wan Ya and Han Wuyan are fearless, one is loyal and the other is timid.

The Lord is the real trouble.

"Is this worm really loved by Mr.?" His lord coughed slightly. His body had been burned by hellfire all those years ago, but he still couldn't get better. He stretched out his jade-like white palm. , with a sparkling firefly in his palm, he said slowly, "I still remember that when it was refined, my husband was very dissatisfied."

Shang Shijing smiled slightly and said: "People always have joys, angers, sorrows and joys. I am really flattered that the Lord cares about his subordinates so much."

The lord raised his eyes and glanced at him, clenched his fists to his lips and coughed twice, said lightly: "Yes, in the past few decades, there is not a day that I don't miss you, and there is not a day that I don't miss you, if you Asking someone to kill him halfway, no one will recognize him when he travels in the dark, and asking my father to swallow it, wouldn't that be too cheap for you."

He spoke very softly and slowly, like a concerned laugh, but Han Wuyan and Wan Ya shuddered Linglinglingly, and the room was suddenly filled with awe-inspiring murderous aura, as if even the wind had become a dagger, blowing across the face, There was a sharp stabbing pain, and the dark carpet suddenly turned into a sea of ​​rotten and muddy blood. Thousands of ghosts roared, and countless rotting flesh and blood entangled. In the sea of ​​blood, blazing hellfire sprang out again, and countless hideous faces The rotting corpse struggled to get out, and clung to Shang Shijing's feet.

The smelly flesh and blood soaked through the clothes, the sharp claws of dry bones had already scratched his face, Shang Shijing still kept his eyes fixed, and laughed in a low voice: "If that's the case, why didn't the lord not do anything, just relying on these to scare me? ?”

The old god Han Wuyan was sitting there, pretending that he was not there; Wan Ya was not good at words, so naturally he would not say much.

The sharp claws of the withered bones scratched Shang Shijing's face fiercely, and a deep and long bloody mouth immediately rotted away. Shang Shijing said slowly: "If you cut my tongue first, wouldn't it be worse? good?"

"Well said." His lord said softly, he beckoned lightly, Shang Shijing was entangled by countless shadows and pushed down in front of him, the other party stretched out his hand, his cold fingers slid across his lips, and stuck into his mouth.

His fingertips rubbed against Shang Shijing's tongue, it was as cold as a piece of ice.

"Are you really not afraid at all?"

The surface of the tongue has been cut a little, the Lord withdrew his fingers, and could not tell whether the voice was joy or anger, Shang Shijing frowned slightly, feeling that he was at a loss, he looked at the appearance of the Lord, as if he could see many In the Nether Ghost Prison I stayed in years ago, there were endless hellfires, and there were laughter and laughter in the places that were inhumane in the eyes of others.

"I do miss it a bit." Shang Shijing stroked his lips, and his tongue recovered quickly, but it still seemed to be in pain, but it was rare to say the truth sincerely, "It's just that this is the first time I've been punished. people."

The lord lowered his head and wiped his hands, then smiled lightly and said, "You seem to be much kinder after leaving the ghost prison."

"It can also be said that I was a lot crueler in the ghost prison." Shang Shijing stood up again, and he didn't care what the other three people thought, sat back on his own, and said, "You don't want to Kill me, can the hibiscus bone on my face go away?"

The Furong willow noodles have only bones, and the poison is not much different from the corpse water.

The Lord snorted lightly, and Shang Shijing felt the pain on his face disappear a lot. The two had known each other for many years, and they had been testing each other for a long time with these innocuous nonsense, but in fact, it was more or less enough to prove their renunciation.There are many questions to ask, and many questions to ask, but I know the answer in my heart, clearly and clearly.

"The question I want to ask..." the Lord suddenly said.

"You already have the answer." Shang Shijing laughed softly, "If you talk too much at this time, I'm afraid it will hurt your feelings."

The lord sneered, seeing the man for the first time after many years, he finally looked at the man in front of him carefully again, the mask of the ghost, his voice, his body shape and even his personality did not change at all, and his heart changed endlessly. He manipulates the netherworld, he is used to seeing life and death, but he still doesn't know what the ghost master is thinking.

Only those who are overconfident will have the courage to overestimate their capabilities. The Lord's voice is very gentle: "You really haven't changed at all. You are so weak, but you are still so bold."

"The Lord has changed a lot." Shang Shijing stretched out his hand, grabbed the firefly flying around the Lord, and said softly, "Compared to the past, my heart is more moved."

He crushed the stardust worm, and the brilliance of the stardust fell down, dyeing the black hair shiny.

His lord looked at Shang Shijing appreciatively, he didn't want the ghost master to be proud, but the other party was still the same as before, no matter how embarrassing the situation was, nothing happened, if the other party didn't behave like this, it would be impossible for the ghost teacher to I survived the prison, so I sneered and said: "Speaking of this now, Mr. feels that I am still the same as I was back then, or that I still have confidence in myself."

"Shouldn't I have it?"

Shang Shijing said hoarsely, his gaze through that layer of mask was still playful and made the Lord's heart burn.

He deserves it.

Ghost masters are born with ulterior motives, and they are just right, so that people can't help it.

Han Wuyan squeezed his little finger again, he thought: Oh, it turns out that the Lord didn't even touch the edge of the ghost master's bed.

Wan Ya looked at Han Wuyan's head, he thought: Oh, Han Wuyan is boring.

The lord smiled slightly, he withdrew his hand, and said slowly: "I need someone who is smart enough and afraid of death enough, it's best if he understands me well, so that he can settle down a bit." It was a little pale, and it looked like a dying person. Shang Shijing smelled a bit of the sulfurous smell of hellfire.

Shang Shijing didn't feel shy at all when he heard this meaningful sentence, but nodded calmly, and said slowly: "It seems that I'm the only one."

"Sir, do you still remember the fate of the defectors in the ghost prison?" the Lord suddenly asked.

"Naturally, I remember that the traitors were dealt with by me. If I don't remember, I will remember clearly the resentful soul that wailed every day." Shang Shijing smiled.

The lord asked: "Oh? So sir, do you often have nightmares? I didn't hear you mention it before."

Shang Shijing smiled, and the answer was almost irritating: "No, it's just that if I'm not happy, you will naturally be happier in your heart. As for whether it's true or not, you don't have to worry about it."

"You are considerate." The Lord couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm.

Over the past many years, the center of the Nether Ghost Prison has revolved around Tubo's escape, and I am afraid this time is no exception. The Lord's injury has not yet healed, it seems that this time the trouble is not small.The lord really admired him very much, and before Shang Shijing defected, the two of them had a lot of ambiguity, but they never crossed that bottom line, so naturally both of them felt that the price they paid was not worthwhile.

Benefits are always more important than feelings. Shang Shijing doesn't think he can have such a great charm. As long as he chooses to change his mind, the lord can restrain his temper and stop pursuing the original betrayal. Even the punishment is just such an understatement...

If the Lord was really such a lovely and tender person, he would not have put this person to death on purpose.

"I really miss it this time." Shang Shijing sighed slowly, "Is there any new news?"

"That's right. Some strange things have happened in the land of the Nanman." The Lord said slowly, "I want to know what the strange things happened, but the current situation is not suitable for a strong attack on the Nanman, and there is no more suitable manpower than you. I I hope you can bring back good news, especially news that is enough to satisfy me."

It's Nanban again.

"I guess, I don't have the right to refuse." Shang Shijing put the lid back on his teacup, and said slowly, "Do you want to cast a curse on me?"

He is so frank and frank, as if he is not talking about his own body.

His lord's expression was mixed with fun and doubts, as if he didn't quite understand Shang Shijing's calculation, he smiled lightly and said, "I've already done it, it's not up to the ghost master to remind me." He flicked his fingers , as if flicking away the non-existent dust at the fingertips, the voice was as cold as a weapon cutting into flesh and blood, those eyes, as beautiful as the bright moon, reflected the face of Shang Shijing under the faint light, without a smile Yi said, "If you betray me again this time, I will let you compete with wild dogs for food."

Shang Shijing is smart, but the Lord is not stupid.

"This is natural." Shang Shijing bowed slightly, he was finally relieved after hearing this address, so he stood up and lit the candlesticks around him. After so long, he still doesn't like the way of traveling in the Nether Ghost Prison. , gloomy, cold, as if there was only dark night left in life, and it also ruined a good carpet for him.

A gentleman is a gentleman, and a ghost teacher is a ghost teacher.

He is now the Ghost Master of Nether Ghost Prison again.

Shang Shijing admired the lord's beautiful face with all his leisure and unscrupulously, the only lower half of his face showing a smile, just like that deceptive way back then: "Just now I was the lord's prisoner, there are some things I can't say much, But now, we can talk again in our different identities."

"You can climb along the pole." The Lord sneered, but did not refuse.

Han Wuyan lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes submissively, and said to himself: I knew it.

Wan Ya tilted his head, looked at Han Wuyan, and thought to himself: How long do we have to listen.

There is no need to go into details about the important matters to be discussed afterwards. The Nether Ghost Prison came in a hurry this time without much preparation. Be stingy with manpower, but not as unreserved as before.

If I'm not honest this time, I'm afraid I'm going to fight the wild dogs for food.

Shang Shijing didn't think that the Lord was joking. This man really didn't care about many things, and he could tolerate the occasional offense from his subordinates. However, his behavior at that time was no longer offensive. What the Lord endured was his reason and a longer future.

It seems that Dream Maker is hiding a lot of things.

Shang Shijing lightly tapped the handle of the chair, and suddenly heard the Lord say, "You have been very close to Ling Guang-jun recently." His expression seemed to be meaningful, and there was no warning in his words. Still admonishing, sincerely said, "He is not a good person, it doesn't matter if the ghost master seeks death, but don't die in the hands of Ling Guangjun before completing the task."

The lord stood up slowly, the dark clouds outside the window had dissipated, and the sky was clear again, it was a good weather.

Shang Shijing stood up to send him off, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he said softly: "Please trouble your lord to be concerned, but the subordinate may be an exception."

"Hahahaha——" the lord laughed loudly, he had already walked to the door, and suddenly turned around and said, "Shang Shijing, it's really a very good name, I don't know how many good names the ghost master has hidden , don’t they all sound so beautiful.” Those three words lingered on the tip of his tongue, and fell out emotionally, as beautiful and moving as a melody.

You see, she has told so many lies that no one even believes her real name.

Shangshi sent people out without changing his expression in the mirror, only to find that the clouds were dark and dark, and he didn't know how many people followed him, so he was slightly relieved.

If the Venerable Lord wanted to kill him on the spot without saying a word, then he really had no choice.

But this thing will never happen, the human heart is the most mysterious and complicated thing, Shang Shijing turned around without hesitation, closed the door, his smiling face suddenly turned back to a cold state, He took off the mask, threw it on the box, and thought indifferently: Love and love cannot affect the mind of the Lord, but they can affect his heart.

It's true that he hates me, but he doesn't want me to die anyway.

Love makes people weak, and as long as you live, all the so-called foregone conclusions will never be foregone conclusions.

I have made a move in this game of chess, I hope my answer can satisfy you, and I hope you don't let me down.

A smile appeared on Shang Shijing's face. He tidied up his things for a while, cleaned his own carpet by the way, and casually walked into the bedroom. The dressing table was still there. Qi Mu combed slowly and began to take care of his hair.

This person looked fine, but he didn't expect to be a little rough.

Shang Shijing sighed softly, and smoothed away those messy hair knots. He looked at the face reflected in the mirror with a cold expression, but when he saw the figure emerging beside him, his expression softened. .

The paper crane was taken out again and placed in the palm of his hand.

Afterwards, Shang Shijing slowly closed his eyes.

Shang Shijing stretched his waist in pain, turned his head and found that the sky was already bright, he couldn't help shaking his head, he couldn't believe that he had slept on the same table for the rest of the night, and there seemed to be something in his palm following his body. The action dropped.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at Wu Lang in the mirror. He still felt a little weird, so he immediately moved his eyes away, couldn't help but put the mirror down again, and cursed secretly.

Fashion mirrors this pervert!

The author has something to say: Shang: I feel that my human rights have been violated.

Shang: No, it’s called freedom of speech [Slightly]

Venerable Lord of the Love Brain: Ghost Master is dressed so nicely today.