Demon King’s Repayment

A man staggered along the dim street. He felt that he was probably drunk, his head was dizzy, his legs were soft, and the sceneries on the street were also beautiful. He couldn't remember where his home was or how he was going, he just felt muddled in his head.

But he didn’t panic in his heart. His father was the Master Zhizhou who was in charge of the affairs of a state. In this boundary, who does not know the name of his second son, Li Chengren and Li, even if he was drunk on the street, Naturally, there are those who slapped the horse and will send him home.

By the way, where did the errands who usually follow me go? Why is no one here to help? Going back will definitely give them a whip.

By the way, what are their names? Tomorrow and tomorrow we will be together, and I can’t remember a single name suddenly.

It's really too drunk.

There was a shadow around him rubbing his body, causing him to fight a cold war inexplicably. Before he could react, he was hit again.

Li Chengren became angry, these spoilers were so bold that they dared to hit him Li Erye.

He reached out dazedly to grab the arm of the man in front of him. The man stepped away, turned his face, raised a pair of light and short eyebrows, and looked at him angrily.

On the dim and dim streets, the figures were chaotic, but only this person who suddenly looked back was particularly clear.

She was still a little lady, sixteen or seventeen years old, her limbs and waist were young and slender, her small face was as white and tender as the egg that had just been peeled, and the Shu Lingling Qiu Tong stared over with angrily.

Li Chengren was so glared that half of his body was crisp, and most of the wine suddenly woke up.

"Where is the fairy-like little lady, where I have been hiding before. I have been in vain for so many years, and today I am told to see a real beauty." Mocking with such a beauty has almost become his instinct, and he stretches out with a smile on his face. Big greasy hands.

The little lady squinted her eyebrows and was about to reply when someone on the side stretched out her hand to catch her.

"Azhang, don't pay attention, don't delay, let's go." The man said, that is also a woman, her face hidden in the dark, her voice is very gentle and nice.

Li Chengren hadn't had time to take a closer look at the appearance of the visitor. A palm like mutton white jade had reached his eyes, and the white and tender palm of his hand was holding a delicate golden ball that was spinning.

The golden ball dinged lightly.

The voice echoed faintly, lingering for a long time, like an exclamation coming from under the coldest ice spring.

Clear, purified, cold hearted, detached from the world, and awaken the sleeping people from their dreams.

Li Chengren fought a cold war, and his mind became sober in an instant.

By the way, he remembered.

At today's market, I met a good girl, although she was a Jingchai skirt, she could not hide her slim figure and beautiful appearance, and she hooked his soul at a glance.

The servants who followed him all knew his preference, and quickly rushed to block the little lady into the alley with no one. For a while, he was violent, and his heart gradually arose. He severely slapped the little lady's ears and stunned people, and was about to force the beautiful woman to be happy regardless.

What happened? Why did you come to this ghost place suddenly?

Li Chengren felt that there was something wrong with his neck, so he reached out and touched it, and found to his horror that a sharp silver hairpin was inserted there.

Do not! This must not be true.

He trembled with his hands groping, the slender hairpin penetrated one end of his neck, the angry hairpin pierced his neck, and came out **** from the other direction.

The wet blood flowed down his neck like a spring.

Li Chengren was so flustered, he wanted to shout, and opened his mouth, his teeth trembling. He stretched out his hand to ask for help, but the two women in front of him had already waved away.

"Help...help...I don't want to die."

"I... I'm Young Master Li... Save me."

However, he who usually hugs him before and after, no one seems to pay attention in this boundary. Li Chengren walked forward tremblingly. He grabbed a passing person, who was dressed in a neat satin dress, turned pale and blank to look at him.

"Oh, Li Ergou, you **** has finally come, it's so clear." The man said coldly.

He actually recognized this person as an acquaintance living near his home who was always bullied by him in a low voice. But he clearly remembers that this person has been dead for a long time.

Li Chengren let go of his hands numbly all over, and then he realized that the man he was holding was wearing a shroud that was worn by the deceased during burial. And he actually wore this kind of clothing on his body.

Li Chengren burst into tears and tried to grab the other person. The person turned his face to face him, his eyes bulged, his tongue sticking out, and a deep dark brown mark on his neck, pale and terrifying. , Lifeless.

"No, no, no! I'm not dead, I don't want to die! I don't want to be in this ghost place! Who will save me!"

"Wrong, I was wrong, I will never do that again! Please help me!"

His hoarse cries could not reach far in the dim and chaotic capital city.

And Meng Zhang and Yuan Xianger have passed through countless ghosts and rushed forward.

Yuan Xianger's palm kept turning the exquisite golden ball that misogynistic gifted her. This exquisite golden ball refining the talent of misogyny, can stabilize the soul, and can shock, restrain, and drive away all ghosts and spirits. It is a weapon for strangers like them to enter the ghost world.

Meng Zhang's rapid pace came to a halt, and she panted and stopped.

In front of her eyes was a gray-haired back figure.

The scrawny old man was holding a hoe, slightly bent over and intently patronizing the small blank piece of land in front of him.

There is obviously nothing on the land. He squatted down, smiled at the corners of his wrinkled eyes, rubbed the soil on the ground with his fingers.

"Why haven't it bloomed yet? I really hope I can bloom purple flowers for A Zhang to see soon." His eyes were dull and dull, and he muttered to himself.

In front of his eyes, a pair of beautiful golden boots appeared.

The old man raised his head.

A young girl was standing in front of him.

The girl was enveloped with a faint radiance, full of vigor and vitality, and was out of step with such a lifeless place.

The old man's blank eyes passed over her, and he reached out and continued to pick up the dirt in the ground.

"After planting flowers, plant some more vegetables, Ah Fu Ashi both children like to eat." He muttered and played with the land in front of him, completely unable to identify the person standing in front of him.

Meng Zhang looked at the face that looked familiar, but completely different.

That face is full of ravines and old-fashioned,

Ah Shi was once such a handsome gentleman.

Her hard heart was stung by the indifference of time.

Now Ah Shi was confused and separated from his own yin and yang. He could no longer hold her with a smile, and he couldn't even recognize who he was.

Jin Ling's voice rang in the thick fog, and Shi Huaiting's eyes gradually became clearer.

He seemed to have a long and nightmare. When he woke up from the dream, the person who had lived in his heart for a lifetime, Qiao Shengsheng appeared in front of him.

"Ashi, I came to see you." The man looked at him calmly and greeted him as he did before.

The mud in his hands fell to the ground, and Shi Huaiting's lips trembled, and he suddenly turned around and turned his back to Meng Zhang.

"What's wrong with you? Shi, turn around and let me take a good look at you." Meng Zhang asked puzzledly.

"No...I'm old," the old man with a rickety back said in a low voice, "I'm too old, A Zhang, I don't want you to see me like this."

No one knows what kind of prince Ah Zhang likes better than Shi Huaiting.

He is a relatively pure human in the family. Since adulthood, people in the family have been pressing him, hoping that he can become a pet of a certain great demon, so as to bring a steady stream of wealth and rewards to the family.

That day, when he was depressed, Huaiting slipped out of Chishi Town and got into the snow-white Baizhu Forest.

"I'd rather be poor than be a pet of a demon. Like the people in town, I would give up dignity to please the demon for a living and I would not die. Those people even brought back the descendants of the mixed blood of the demon, which led to our human race. The blood is getting thinner and thinner." Young Shi Huaiting thought silently as he walked through the woods.

At this moment, a clear and beautiful face hung from the branches of the white sticks,

"Ah, what a beautiful little man. I like you, would you like to come to my house with me?"

Later, in those days when they were together, what A Zhang said the most to him was to praise him for his beauty.

Ashi, you are so beautiful.

Ashi, you are so beautiful, every place is beautiful.

Don't stand in the way, show me, I really like it.

What Ah Zhang likes is his handsome appearance and young body, and Shi Huaiting knows this very well.

But what can I do, even if I know that the other party is just a heartless monster, I still fall helplessly.

Everything is my own willingness, isn't it?

He quietly curled up his wrinkled fingers, an old and dull voice came out.

"Azhang, you can come to see me at the end. I'm really happy." After he said that, his voice was a little unsteady, and he closed his eyes, "Please...don't look at me now, at least let My best appearance can stay in your memory. Leave, A Zhang."

With silence around him, Shi Huaiting opened his eyes. The face that had been dreamed of thousands of times in his dream stood in front of him shiningly.

"I like the way you are now." Meng Zhang looked at his appearance carefully and smiled. "You know, I never despise lying. Ashi, why are you so good? Even when you are old, you are so beautiful."

"Wrinkles look good, and white hair doesn't have a smell. I like them all."

"Don't stand in the way, show me a good look."

She wanted to reach out and touch his face, but unfortunately she touched a void, and her hand passed through the void, indicating that there is life and death between the two, and the two ends of yin and yang.

Shi Huaiting lowered his head and Meng Zhang stood on tiptoe, their lips touching each other.

No physical contact,

But each other clearly felt a tingling sensation of electric shock on the lips, and that strong sensation spread all over the limbs, and the tip of the heart was numb.

Two clear tears fell from the corner of Shi Huaiting's eyes. Sixty years of hopeless waiting were all concentrated in this little drop of water. The invisible tears penetrated Meng Zhang's body and fell into the dust.

Meng Zhang's fingers tightened.

When Nan He said those few words to him yesterday, she felt rigid and meaningless and could not understand.

At this moment, the voice rang in his ears again.

You can't help but want him, desperate just want to be with him.

Embracing each other is the happiest thing in the world.

Yes, she wants Ash. She understood what she wanted.

She is a dragon, one of the most powerful creatures in the world, as long as she wants something, nothing can't be done.

She has many ways to achieve it. You can collect Ash's soul in Yuan Xianger's Linglong Ball and bring him back. Refining a body for him, making him a puppet like Tianwu, allowing him to accompany him forever and become a servant who obeys himself.

Feel free to enjoy his body anytime, anywhere, and stir up his soul. There will always be endless happiness.

A Shizheng in front of him raised his body to look at her and smiled faintly at her.

The smile was gentle and calm, suddenly as if time never passed by, and the same as when he was young.

"Azhang, thank you. I don't have any regrets anymore in my heart. I feel like I'm leaving. I only hope you can be happy all your life." He said this, ready to accept the coming true farewell.

He has waited for me for a lifetime, as long as I speak, he will definitely be willing, willing to be my puppet, willing to give up reincarnation and stay by my side forever, right?

Meng Zhang thought of Tian Wu who lived on the bottom of the sea.

In fact, there is no real eternity in this world. Even a dragon has a day at the end of its life. His mother has been gone for more than ten thousand years, but Tian Wu is still left in the world, lonely and lonely to taste eternity, death may be a luxury for him.

Although this can make oneself happy. But he will also lose his freedom forever, the chance of reincarnation, and even the memory of his soul will gradually disappear in endless years.

No, no, there is nothing to consider, why not do it, there is nothing wrong with making yourself happy.

Shi Huaiting's voice is still softly coming, "If you want, please go and see the two children. I have not fulfilled my father's responsibility, and I am very guilty of them."

His figure has gradually begun to fade, and the stars of light overflow from his body and fly towards the sky.

"Azhang, do you want to stay with him first? Otherwise, he will leave soon." Yuan Xianger reminded Meng Zhang.

Meng Zhang stared at the person who was about to dissipate in front of him, a tingling pain came from his palm, and the fingers of his clenched fist even cut his palm.

Her lips opened, but she never said anything.

Shi Huaiting’s voice began to become nothingness,

"They are all very cute children. They are our children. Shi Fu's eyebrows are like you, and Shi Jun's mouth is like you."

"Azhang, I have not been embarrassed to speak. I like you too."

"Like everything about you."

Meng Zhang never spoke. Those words burned in his heart repeatedly, leaving his immature heart burned with scars.

She remained silent after all.

The souls of Yinghui circled Meng Zhang, reluctantly ascended into the sky, and flew towards the world.

"Okay, I see." Meng Zhang said softly.

...

There was a commotion in the lifeless Fengdu city, and Nanhe, who was standing on the towering city wall, stood up.

Looking up, countless ghosts converged like a tide towards somewhere in the city. In the deeper depths of the gloom, pale and huge ghosts, swayingly exposed from the darkness, came towards the city.

This is the chaos that only when a creature enters the city.

Two figures rushed towards him like shooting stars, the huge exquisite golden ball always followed them, and the bells stunned the scalp-numbing evil spirits in the rear.

Nan He turned into a Sirius, carrying Yuan Xianger and Meng Zhang on all fours to fly into the sky.

The group of ghosts under my feet chased for a long time, and finally slowly dispersed.

"Did you succeed?" Nan He asked.

"I saw someone, but..." Yuan Xianger glanced at Meng Zhang behind him.

"I was wrong yesterday." Meng Zhang turned his head and looked at the Ghost Mansion behind him, his beautiful long hair flying in the wind, "I know I was wrong. Even the strongest person has unavoidable regret."

In that ghost city, a thin ray of radiance is slowly rising to the sky,

I am stronger than him. For him, I chose to let myself bear the regret.

Without a lovable person, I know what love is.

Even as the strongest in the world, there will eventually be moments of regret.

I didn't know what love and hate were, and I had no trace in my life.

Perhaps the meaning of the pain in the heart at this moment is the true meaning of living in the world.