Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

They avoided all the monks outside and left Cangshan.

The demon reluctantly pulled the chain on his wrist. As soon as he came out of the barrier, he couldn't help but say, "Now that I'm out, can you let me go? I'm in a hurry to reincarnate."

Zhou Xing paused for a moment, with a look of inquiry between his eyebrows, and asked curiously: "How are you going to reincarnate?"

The demon snorted coldly, and used his hands to imitate the movements of a little man jumping down.

"Find the reincarnation pool, jump in, close your eyes, and open them again to successfully reincarnate."

He said it very easily, but for those of them who were mentally handicapped, the process was extremely painful. It was much more painful than an ordinary reincarnation. If they did not have many years of experience, it would be a question whether they could survive to be born.

"I'm a little curious." Zhou Xing said in a light voice.

The demon glared at him and said with a fake smile, "There's no point in being curious. No one can get close to the Samsara Pond."

A trace of regret appeared on Zhou Xing's face.

Soon, they returned to Xie Cang's cabin.

Xie Cang placed Zhou Xingchen on the bed, then took out a bottle of medicine and shook it in front of his nose.

This is a drug that can make him sleep for seven days.

It seemed like Xie Cang had already prepared to leave at any time, with no intention of leaving anything behind or taking anything with him.

He was sitting under the tree in the yard. When he saw Zhou Xing coming over, he forced a smile and said, "Send him away."

Zhou Xing: “Yeah.” His eyes swept around the yard. Looking at this yard now, he found that it had many similarities with the one deep in Cangshan Mountain. Even if Xie Cang did not have Yao’s memory, he would be influenced by habit.

He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that even loving someone was due to being influenced, or maybe he didn't love that much in the first place?

When he thought of this, he was not thinking of Xie Cang, but Xie Fei. For a moment, his heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped and suffocated.

"You seem to treat him very differently." Xie Cang woke Zhou Xing from his distraction. When he saw him looking over, he added, "I'm talking about the demon. You seem to treat him very differently. Is it because you know his identity?"

"No." Zhou Xing frowned and said, "Don't waste time, let's get started."

He seemed too ruthless at the moment, which made Xie Cang stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "Okay, let's start."

The method Xie Cang mentioned was to separate himself from Xie Cang's body.

It originally possessed the body, and although five years have passed, the spirit and the body have not merged very well. Perhaps it is because the soul entered the body when it was dying.

But forcing myself out was also very painful, as if every inch of flesh in my body was being torn off, there was no blood, but it hurt excruciatingly.

"Ah!" Xie Cang cried out in pain, but he seemed afraid that Zhou Xingchen who was sleeping in the room would hear it, so he knelt on the ground with a bang, his ten bloody fingers digging into the ground.

Zhou Xing shouldn't have been soft-hearted, but for a moment he seemed to see Xie Fei. He realized belatedly that even if Yao Sanhun was divided into three people, there would be some similarities, just like the stubborn look on Xie Cang's face as he endured the pain.

He couldn't help but wonder, what if it was Xie Fei?

If it was Xie Fei alone, he would probably endure it like Xie Cang did.

If Xie Fei was in front of him, he would probably cry, act like a spoiled child and say that he was in pain.

What would Zhou Xing do? How dare he let Xie Fei go through this? Just thinking about it, he couldn't control the violence in his heart.

The door of the house was opened at some point and Zhou Xingchen was standing at the door with disheveled hair, messy clothes and a pale face. He felt the contract and forced himself out of his coma.

Zhou Xing just saw him, but before he could see him clearly, he disappeared from his sight and forced his way closer to Xie Cang, who was about to faint from the pain.

There was a strange aura coming from Zhou Xingchen. He knelt behind Xie Cang, pulled him into his arms, then bit his neck hard, causing blood to gushed out.

In an instant, Zhou Xingchen's hair turned white from head to toe, as if he saw Mu Nashe.

The real Munasa who only appears in illusions.

The air seemed to grow colder, and Zhou Xing's first reaction was to kill him.

If we don't kill him, something uncontrollable might happen.

Bai Xue appeared along with the spreading ice. Zhou Xingchen's eyes were red. He held the unconscious Xie Cang in his arms, looked at Zhou Xing with sinister eyes and said, "I will kill you..."

His voice suddenly stopped because Zhou Xing's knife had reached his chest and pierced his heart.

Zhou Xing was like the villain in the story, with no warmth in his eyes. He remained extremely calm and said, "What a pity. I promised him to spare your life."

“Hahahaha!” Zhou Xingchen was stabbed, but he acted as if nothing had happened. He wiped the blood from his chest with his palm and said with a sly smile on his face, “Why are you so naive?”

The blood condensed and turned into a blood blade, heading straight towards Zhou Xing. He did not dodge or evade. The sword light and the blood blade wanted to touch each other, but the severed blood blade turned into liquid and wrapped around Zhou Xing's long sword, heading towards his hand at a rapid speed.

Either drop the knife or be entangled in blood.

Zhou Xing put away the knife and threw a flaming blade towards Zhou Xingchen.

"You are possessed."

Zhou Xingchen was actually possessed by the devil in an instant, and the spiritual energy in his body turned into monstrous demonic energy in an instant.

"You deserve to die." Every word Zhou Xingchen uttered was filled with hatred towards Zhou Xing.

He hadn't really talked things over with Xie Cang yet, and hadn't started over with him yet, so how could he lose him again like this?

Anyone who wants to take him away from him deserves death.

After Zhou Xingchen became possessed by the devil, he completely lost his mind. The only thing he remembered was to protect Xie Cang in his arms at all times.

Zhou Xing felt a slight pain on his neck. He touched it casually and felt warm blood on his fingertips. A deep wound appeared on his neck, but strangely, it had no effect on him.

The wound healed again, and the blood that flowed out was completely absorbed by the skin, except for the blood on his fingertips, which all returned to the body.

"So you're just like me."

It is the same?

Zhou Xing looked at Zhou Xingchen and tightened his grip on the knife again. This time he did not hesitate at all.

As both are puppets of gods, only one of them can survive.

Because Zhou Xingchen also had to consider Xie Cang's safety, he was at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

When Zhou Xing's knife changed direction midway and headed towards Xie Cang, Zhou Xingchen would stop his attack and switch to defense.

Zhou Xing sneered.

The outcome between them was determined from the beginning.

The man held the hilt of the knife with both hands. The other end of the blade pierced the white-haired man's neck. Not a drop of blood fell. He still held his beloved in his arms and smiled meaningfully: "I'm just the beginning."

The ring on Zhou Xing's hand flashed, and the unconscious Xie Cang frowned. Mist like ice and snow surged out of his body and he approached Zhou Xing on his own initiative.

The mist approached his hands, and icy mist instantly condensed on his fingertips, chilling him to the bone.

[Player Zhou Xing obtained a gold treasure chest]

[Obtain: Snow Spirit Soul]

[Get clues: Cangshan]