"...If you still have any conscience, go back with me and commit suicide in front of the leader's spiritual throne to apologize."
On the top of the mountains, those cultivators whom I met when I was young and strayed into the mountains. People wearing the same clothes as them are currently surrounding the young man. Even though they are all standing out of the dust, they are immortal. However, for him, there was gnashing of teeth and overwhelming hatred. The young man wore the same clothes as them, with a tall and straight posture, and his eyes were as clear as ever.
"Master was not killed by me, he was not killed by me."
He was arguing, but no one listened to his words.
"Disciples, take it down."
The old Taoist who led many disciples gave a sharp look and waved his hand, and everyone who was already ready to go swarmed forward.
"I did not kill the master. One day I will find out the truth and clear my name."
His whole body was shaken, and a powerful Taoist power and magic power reflected each other, knocking everyone back, and broke through.
When he came to the mortal world, he immediately returned home.
The situation at home was as usual. Even though he became a disciple of the Xianjia Taoist sect, which made the life of the elderly couple and childhood sweethearts better, the old people who had been accustomed to living a simple life still did not change their attitude. Life habits.
Seeing that the old couple he regarded as his grandparents were still there, he smiled. This was the first time he smiled since he was inexplicably charged with killing the master he regarded as his father.
He walked in and knelt down and kowtowed as usual. However, what greeted him this time was not a pair of rough hands that were extremely warm even though they were covered with calluses, but an extremely sharp sword coated with highly poisonous sharp edges. sword.
He raised his head and looked at the two old men who were amiable in the past in disbelief, but now they had ferocious faces and cold expressions. He lowered his head and looked at the two sharp swords that had passed through his lungs and heart. He opened his mouth and took a mouthful of blood. Spit it out.
A strong poison seeped into the blood and shuttled through the body. A special pulse force rose up. The demonic nature in half of the demon blood that had been suppressed by his master's instillation of righteous scriptures was suppressed. inspired.
His palms were like knives, and he cut open the two sharp swords that were piercing his body. However, because he could not control his power, he threw the two old men away. However, all this was done by a clever pursuit. His fellow disciples from the same sect saw him coming.
"You evil beast, you really are a monster. Killing the leader doesn't count, but you can even kill a pair of old people who raised you since childhood. It seems that what the uncle said is right, the devil is the devil, even if he pretends for a moment , but ultimately cannot conceal his true nature.”
Some people denounced that these were all his senior brothers who ate together, slept together, practiced together, were lazy together, and were punished together. However, at this moment, they used the same disgusting words used by others when he was a beggar. and looked at himself with disdain.
After a fight, due to the mental stimulation and the effects of toxins, he became stronger and broke through the siege again.
The master who treated him like his own son was dead, the old couple who raised him were also dead, the people he respected and loved the most died in front of him, and he became the "murderer" who killed them. He felt that the sky was falling. However, there is still another belief that supports him, which is to find out the truth. There is another person who supports him, and that is his childhood sweetheart, who has already agreed to become husband and wife.
He took out the talisman and cast a Taoist spell, which immediately locked her location. This was the token of love he had given her, and it contained his hair, which could be traced.
This is a courtyard that is magnificent and magnificent. It is definitely not something ordinary people can own. Its level of luxury is unmatched even by official families.
Holding his injured body, he stumbled into the house. Hiding his figure and avoiding the eyes of the nurse and the maid, he broke into the house where she was.
"You, who are you."
A horrified voice sounded, and a faint smell of blood came in, which made him frown. Turning his head, he saw the most terrifying picture in his life, a picture that made him fall into hell.
A fat man with a big head and big ears was wearing a pair of pajamas. He was looking at this uninvited guest who was covered in blood and looked like a devil with horror on his face. His legs were shaking constantly. But what he cared about was not this, but the one who was tied up. His hands were covered with blood, his body was covered with scars, and he was lying on the bed, an already angry woman, his childhood sweetheart.
"Someone, come quickly."
The fat and fat young man from a rich family screamed in horror. In the past, he also played with women. Even though he had many adventures, this was the first time that someone broke into a heavily guarded home. He screamed in horror. He rolled around on the ground, trying to escape. However, a ghost claw that looked like it stretched out from hell penetrated his chest and dug out his still beating heart. .
He burst into tears and looked at the scars all over her body. He gently pulled the quilt to cover it up. She shivered and felt Chu Rui's movements. She was already unconscious and mistakenly thought it was the one who wanted to torture her again. The devil's body curled up.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
He hugged her, the pain and regret in his eyes rolled, and the violence and murderous intention that had been suppressed in his heart kept rising, trying to occupy his heart. He kept repeating this sentence, and every time he said it, he let himself My heart hurts even more.
"Who are you."
She was as angry as a silk thread, and her tone was as weak as a gnat. However, to him, it was like a bolt from the blue. He looked at her in disbelief, his eyes bulging, and a bright red mixed with tears flowed down his face.
She doesn't know herself.
She doesn't know herself.
He felt that his world had completely collapsed, everything had collapsed, and all the light had been swallowed up by darkness.
"What a touching reunion."
In the room, a voice suddenly sounded. He did not raise his head, but just held her motionless as her breath gradually weakened and she was slowly disappearing.
"Senior nephew, why do you treat me like this when you see your uncle? After all, I am also the junior brother of your damn master. Why should you call me?"
The uncle who once led many of his fellow apprentices to hunt him down on the top of the mountains, the younger apprentice whom he respected as his father's master, was walking past the man he killed with a hypocritical smile on his face and an immortal demeanor. The body of the fat playboy was not stained with any blood, and the graceful appearance of it was impressive.
