Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The blood moon hangs high in the sky.

He sits in the magic palace, holding the wine bottle in his hand, drinking wine at Yue, looking down at the wine in the glass.

The wine is sparkling in the moonlight, and it is also glowing red.

I don't know when it started, the world in his eyes was covered with a faint blood.

Entanglement attached to the bone, lingering.

Maybe it was because he was practicing the exercises, maybe because he killed too much, it was against the heavens, or because he himself was a monster, he had forgotten it anyway.

He also forgot the color of the original world.

The Shura sword hummed dumbly at the table.

The magic sword has spirit, although it can't speak, but it can convey ideas.

—It is eager to kill and blood.

He turned his head and glanced faintly.

This sword was the trophy he had won when he eliminated the Soul Refining Sect.

He likes this sword very much.

Because in his eyes, the color of the Shura sword is very beautiful, different from those thin red and faint things, it is rich and bright red, especially when it passes through the enemy's body.

It's just that the personality of this sword is sometimes too greedy.

Same as his predecessor.

"Quiet," he said. "If you make any noise, it will break you."

The body of the Shura sword trembled, and immediately came quiet.

He was obsessed with the wine glass, drank the wine in the glass, stood up, and walked out of this side hall.

How many people came over and bowed to him.

"The Lord."

He nodded slightly, "What's the matter?"

One person said: "It will be three days later? It is the Lord's birthday. The demon sects have carefully prepared gifts for the Lord, and the elders of the sect masters will also come to the Demon Palace to celebrate the Lord."

He nodded indifferently. He had never paid much attention to birthday matters. In fact, he had already forgotten the date of his birth. When the monks of the magic door came to ask, they only casually said a date.

That is the day when he came out of the Demon Abyss and saw the sky again.

It’s just that the people in the magic door are in awe of him, and they attach great importance to his birthday. Every birthday is required. It is specially organized, precious and magical instruments are presented like flowing water, and they perform a show of loyalty. .

Although he has no interest in treasures and magical tools, but watching those people clearly fear him, and even gritted his teeth, flattering and inviting pets, it feels a bit interesting.

The man hesitated for a moment? Then he spoke again.

"Lord, this time the Taoist door has also sent a gift for the lord, dare to ask the lord..." He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "At that time, this gift should be presented together with other gifts, or is it a gift? Next? Go ahead and open the seal. After all, the Taoist people have never been in harmony with my Demon Sect. They say it's a gift, I'm afraid it's a misfortune."

"A gift from Daomen? Who gave it?"

That human said: "Sent from the Chen clan."

He raised his eyebrows, "Chen Clan? Kind of? Interesting?"

Then he said: "You don't have to touch that gift first."

Those few people responded, and then turned and walked back.

On September 17, the lights are always bright in the magic palace.

The human-skin ghost-faced lantern floated high in the sky, and the blood-colored red carpet was long and spreading. He sat up and watched as thousands of monks bowed down and bowed to him, chanting praises.

But I feel a little distracted.

The gifts were sent up one by one like flowing water, opened, and then thrown into the treasure pile beside him casually.

But no? People dare to say no.

Finally, a long black box was brought up.

The long box is square and square, with no patterns or ornaments. It looks a little stubborn, saying it is a gift, but it looks like a coffin.

The subordinates next to him looked at the black wooden box as if they were facing the enemy, he was just lazily hooking his lips.

"Open things."

How many subordinates just walked away with trembling footsteps.

Accompanied by the sound of "creaking" when the box was opened, his pupils contracted slightly.

In the blood-red world.

He caught a glimpse of whiteness that was unspeakable.

It reminded him of the cleanest snow on the top of the mountain in a very distant memory.

With a sudden heartbeat, I lowered my body and wanted to see clearly.

The world suddenly shook violently. He saw fragments of the surrounding scenes shattered, and the fragments of the souls of hundreds of millions of undead still screamed in his mind as usual, and finally twisted into a panic.

…

In the small bamboo building, Shen Shu slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils are extremely dark, as if condensing the darkness of the world into them, and deep in the blood is surging, rising and overflowing, as if to flow down from his eye sockets.

He glanced sideways at the window, then froze, fixedly watching the sun outside the window.

Brilliant golden colors reflected in the pupils?.

He looked at it for a long time, then took his gaze back and stood up.

After a long period of retreat, a thin layer of dust has accumulated on his clothes. At this moment, as he gets up, it is floating in the air of the room in the midday sun.

He stood up straight, his figure swayed slightly, raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows, his voice was mute.

"Who designed the deity..."

He stood on the spot, taking the other person as the center, and the darkness that had been fused with him, regardless of each other, rushed out like countless snakes, occupying the entire room impenetrable.

The paper on the desk was scattered on the ground, the porcelain bottle storing the Huaying Pill was broken, and the medicine was rolling.

"…Um?"

He perceives the power he can drive, and finds that compared with his normal time, it is not even one ten thousandth.

And also faintly suppressed by the aura in the body.

Reiki?

His Nine-Rank Heavenly Demon Body has been cultivated to the ninth level, and his body is completely condensed with demon energy, so how can there be such a thing as spiritual energy?

He looked into his body with his divine consciousness, but suddenly noticed a white jade villain in his heart.

Small and cute.

This is his... Yuan Ying?

His consciousness and thoughts circled the villain twice, and when he saw the other person sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, he reached out the tentacles of the consciousness and gently poked the opponent's white lotus-like arm.

The villain was prodded and moved aside.

He suddenly became very interested, poked east and west with his spiritual consciousness, and touched the "little man", but he still closed his eyes.

He thought, how could it not open its eyes to see? Look? Me?

Thinking of this, the villain actually opened his eyes and looked up at him slightly.

Those eyes were as dark as jade, as if there was a lot of frost and snow, staring at him quietly, making him startled.

Can you really open your eyes?

He thought again, can he open his eyes, but he can still talk?

"...Shen Shu."

A familiar and cold voice echoed from my heart.

The sound seemed to be an introduction, and he felt a sudden pain in his head.

He hugged his head with a muffled hum on his lips.

The voice just now called him "Shen Shu"?

But who is Shen Shu, and who is he?

Is he climbing out of the bottom of the Demon Abyss with difficulty and devouring the ghosts of hundreds of millions of monsters, or is he...or...

"Shen Shu."

That cold voice rang in his heart again, as if a strong light pierced through his mind?

He remembered.

Shen Shu is his name.

And the appearance of the villain Baiyu in the heart house is clearly his...

He whispered and called out slowly.

"Master..."

His master.

His mind is at home.

Shen Shu stood still swaying, climbing up the darkness of the entire room and reclaiming his body, and the sunlight shone back into the room again.

He looked down? His palm felt like a world away.

"What the **** is going on..." he muttered in a low voice.

The things he experienced just now, could it be the Tribulation of the Heart Demon encountered when he broke through Yuan Ying?

Or is it a sequelae of the previous encounter with the devil's soul on the ascending stage?

No, it's not right.

Heart Demon Tribulation is illusory and intangible, born of obsession, but the memories that exist in his mind are too real.

Those knowledge, those experiences, as if the imprints were deeply burned in his mind, were not like forcing them, but more like... what he originally had.

And when he was taken away by the demon soul on the ascending step, he also fell into hallucinations and did some things like dreams, but after he was sober, those dreams passed away like fingertips and sand, without leaving? Half mark.

Shen Shu looked at the lines on his palm, and his extremely dark pupils were dark and deep. For a while, he seemed to have become the supreme demon who was sitting on a high seat, commanding ten thousand demons, and unpredictable joy and anger.

However, when he saw the white jade villain in his body, the expression of Demon Dao Supreme became softer.

He rubbed his face, concealed his hostility, and walked to the door, unlocked the closed door, and walked out of the room.

There was a breeze blowing by his side, and bright sunshine fell on him.

In the distance, the bamboo forest is green, birds and birds are flying, and the fragrance of flowers is permeated.

It's spring day.

I have been in retreat for three months?

I don't know what happened to the flowers he planted for his master.

There are also the meals and daily life of his own master. When he is away, if anyone cooks Ye Yunlan, will Ye Yunlan lose weight.

If he loses weight, he will feel distressed as an apprentice.

Stepping into the flower garden, Shen Shu suddenly saw that someone was busy in it, he paused, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Not a master.

Aware of this, his expression faded a lot, and his brows were slightly condensed.

The flower garden is the place he built for Ye Yunlan himself. On weekdays, he and Ye Yunlan can enter it? How can there be other people in it? Organize it.

Shen Shu narrowed his eyes dangerously like a beast that had been invaded.

When he was about to walk over, he saw that the door of the bamboo building suddenly opened, and a person walked out of it.

White-clothed black hair, with a face like snow, holding a tea cup in his hand.

It's the person you want in your heart.

He looked at Ye Yunlan's figure, and he hadn't seen each other for only three months, but he seemed to have gone through a long time before finally being able to meet this person again.

With his primordial vision, everything is clear to that person. He looked at it for a while and couldn't help frowning.

Ye Yunlan lost weight.

His complexion seemed... paler.

At this moment, the people in the flower garden stood up and patted the dirt on their bodies.

With a handsome face and a tall stature, he is the big brother He Lanze.

It’s just that, He Lanze’s habitual high crown in mysterious clothes is now replaced with a gray robe and short shot, with mud on his body, muddy? The high school of the previous Zongmen master brother, it is difficult to recognize for a while? out.

Ye Yunlan didn't see it? Seeing Shen Shu standing in the distance, walking with the tea cup to He Lanze's side.

The voice of the two talked into Shen Shu's ears.

"Brother has worked hard."

Helan smiled and said, "It's not hard. This is a big flower garden, and the younger brother will clean it up by himself. I don't know if you want to do it? When will it be cleaned up, you are not in good health. Let the brother do these things."

He paused, and then said: "Yes, when I went out to perform the task a few days ago, I saw a blue firework in the secret realm. Whenever it rises, there will be blue smoke around the flowers. Beauty, I have brought it back and planted it in a corner of the flower garden. When the juniors are free, they can go and watch it."

"...Senior brother, don't have to do this for me specially."

"Brother only? I want to make you happy."

He Lanze reached out to take the tea cup from Ye Yunlan, lowered his head and took a sip, a gentle color appeared between his sharp eyebrows and eyes, and said: "You will feel lonely if you live here alone for the past two years. It's good to watch flowers and enjoy your heart. Pastime, but it might be better if you have someone with you."

Ye Yunlan just kept silent.

"Junior Brother, you know what I want." He Lanze fixed his eyes on Ye Yunlan, "You said I am too proud, and I am not dusty at the moment, and it is difficult to tolerate people who do not care. It is not suitable for you and me. But now I have changed a lot. I am willing to listen to the words of others, regardless of his status. I am willing to explain the difficulties of cultivation to the low-level disciples of the sect. Collect evidence personally, and don't listen to others' one-sided words. Junior brother, I say this to let you know that I am sincere to you and I am willing to change for you."

"Besides, your current body... is almost too dragging."

There was a little worry between He Lanze's eyebrows, he was very sincere, and it was difficult to cheat.

He stared into Ye Yunlan's eyes and said seriously.

"Brother, give senior brother a chance, okay?"