The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 53
Song Jing looked down at the blood-stained woman, even though she was in a state of embarrassment, there was a look of pity and cleanliness between her slightly wrinkled brows.

He stared at her motionlessly, refusing to look away even an inch.

Throughout Fancheng, the obsession and hatred of tens of thousands of people tortured him day and night all the time.Especially in the blood cocoon in Fancheng, his body was crushed and rebuilt inch by inch, and countless evil thoughts continued to breed, like countless evil spirits in the mud eating his consciousness.

Devour the last bit of humanity from him, turning him into a mindless killing machine.

A person like her certainly doesn't know the feeling of being filled with resentment and distorted vicious thoughts all the time.Such uncontrolled evil is like rotten in the bones, unable to shine a little light from the inside to the outside.

But he still begged her extravagantly...

Even if she sees him like maggots, silt, and carrion.

She didn't know how much she wanted to pull her out of such a clean and kind person, and how much she wanted her to pull him out of the mud.

But they are people from two worlds, and she never wants to lower her eyebrows to look at her.

What she likes is Xie Yu.

The memory that he was so happy that he almost fainted turned out to be his demon from the beginning to the end... The things about finding cold jade for him, entering Jingshan, fighting dragons, and being with each other day and night are all fake.

fake!

He was so pathetic that he lied to himself that she had been kind to him and liked someone like him.

Blood dripped from his palm, thick and scarlet, staining the originally pitch-black clothes, but it was not visible.

Fu Wan was awakened by the mournful howls of evil spirits. She opened her eyes, only to see roaring thick black resentment floating around.She was a little nervous, and saw Song Jing in a blink of an eye, his eyes were scarlet, and his pale face was full of forbearable pain.

"Ah Jing?" Fu Wan hurriedly shook him.

Song Jing opened his eyes, "Master."

Fu Wan felt relieved, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Jing looked a little dazed, "It doesn't hurt."

How could it not hurt? Those evil thoughts and resentments devoured his consciousness all the time and bit his soul.But... for a long time, it seems that all this is as it should be.

Fu Wan turned her head to look at the strong resentment around her, and she could hear many provocative words in her ears.

She raised her face to look at Song Jing, "It must be very painful."

The boy's scarlet eyes looked at her blankly, and he saw Fu Wan bend a smile as if he was about to cry, "Ah Jing, I said I like Xie Yu before, but I was lying."

Song Jing waited patiently for her to finish, then nodded gently, "Okay."

He bent down and hugged Fu Wan into his arms.

Seeing that Fu Wan didn't question him at all, she wanted to ask, but couldn't.

Humans, demons and immortals all have reincarnation.

The devil does not.

Demon gods are born gods who fell into demons in ancient times, and they will live forever in the world as demon gods.Demons have no reincarnation, and when they have no body to attach to, they turn into demon breath and scatter around the world, waiting for an opportunity to refine a body.

Song Jingwei was taken away by the demon cultivator when he was born, and although the demon energy was removed afterwards, he became a stillborn child.It was the breath of the demon god who entered the body and became Cui Jing later.

So he was born full of evil and resentment, out of control.

But the demon god is obsessed with magic after all, so he also left a chance for Song Jing to maintain consciousness.

Seeing how he acted and recognized her, Fu Wan knew that Song Jing hadn't completely lost his self-awareness.It's just...he seems to have broken through the illusion in Xumi's illusion, otherwise, how could he get so close to her?

Fu Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah Jing, where is this?" Fu Wan asked in a low voice.

Song Jing still stared at her intently, thought for a while, and replied: "It's a cave, in Xuancheng."

Fu Wan felt pain all over his body. Looking at Song Jing's calm appearance, he took his hand, "Do you remember what happened in the Sumeru Illusion?"

Song Jing didn't speak, but stared at her with scarlet eyes, focused and serious.

Fu Wan reluctantly raised his hand and placed it on his forehead, "Everything in Xumi Illusion is fake."

"Everything in Xumi Illusion is fake..." he repeated, and the surrounding wind blew again, thick demonic energy and resentment shouted one after another, Song Jing stared at Fu Wan, and suddenly bent down.

Fu Wan didn't know why.

His left hand rested between the back of Fu Wan's head and the stone wall, and his right hand clasped the ten fingers of her right hand tightly, confining her within a square inch.Song Jing looked at her motionless, with his forehead pressed against hers, his scarlet eyes slowly turning black.

The clamor of resentment around him gradually died down, and his expression finally became normal.

Fu Wan finally felt relieved, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man's slightly cool lips covered his lips, blocking back what she was about to say.Fu Wan slowly closed her eyes, trying to respond to him, his body froze suddenly, and the kiss made Fu Wan breathless.

The two were close together, their long hair overlapped with their clothes, and the atmosphere became ambiguous.

But after the kiss, Song Jing let go of Fu Wan and just looked at her with his chin resting.

It was only then that Fu Wan realized that from the moment she woke up until now, his gaze had never left her for a moment.

Something is wrong with Soo Kyung... technically something has been wrong since he came to save her.But he pretended to be calm, so she never noticed what was wrong.

"Ah Jing?" Fu Wan stretched out his hand to shake it in front of his eyes.

Song Jing stretched out his hand to hold Fu Wan's hand, and said in a low voice: "...Is this my illusion too? Master?"

Fu Wan was taken aback, "What do you mean by hallucination?"

Song Jing frowned and looked at her. The hallucinations were all born from the heart, and the master who hallucinated would not ask such words.But... the masters who were kind to him in memory were all caused by demons, and the real masters didn't bother to look at him at all.

... He was so contemptuous just now that he didn't bother to look at him more, and he still loved the one in his heart as the master of others.

"Master...I..." Song Jing watched as Fu Wan's eyes gradually turned red, and the surrounding resentment clamored wildly.

Fu Wan could vaguely hear those grievances clamoring.

"Kill her..."

"She likes Xie Yu..."

"You regard her as a god and Buddha, but she doesn't like you at all!"

"Kill her and Xie Yu!"

"Kill her! She doesn't like you!!"

"Do you have the face to see her now? Kill her... She doesn't like you anyway!"

"She will definitely think you are disgusting!"

……

These resentments are a very small part of the devilish energy in him, even if he is beside him, Fu Wan can hear so many noisy and provocative words.He himself can be affected by these grievances, and these grievances will always eat away at his personal consciousness in a silent way.

So the demon god has always been a monster who only knows how to kill.

No normal person can bear such strong resentment.

The vocal guide can be recognized, but the silent guide is hard to realize.

It will make you agree with what the grievance is telling you from the bottom of your heart, and it will make your judgment betray you.

After Fu Wan figured this out, his expression gradually became firm.

She slowly approached Song Jing, put her arms around his trembling body, put his hands on her heart, and whispered in his ear: "Ah Jing, trust me."

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