Demon Lord 3

The eldest brother went out to practice every day, never having time to return home. Back then, his goal was to encounter demonic energy, but he unknowingly transferred all of his demonic energy to the third brother. This was a form of exploitation. To gain energy, the eldest brother had to cultivate his demonic body, but at that time, he hadn't yet mastered the techniques. After experimenting with the third brother, he quit on his own, but the third brother never could. The second brother, unaware of this, wanted to help the third brother break his addiction, but he never imagined the eldest brother would resort to such despicable means. While investigating the eldest brother, they gradually released the third brother, believing he had his condition under control. However, two years of neglect led to many unforeseen events. In sorrow and pain, the third brother was once again caged, never to be released. Even now, when I hear these words, my mind buzzes. Why do I keep having that dream? It makes sense. It's my youngest uncle who keeps sending me messages! But with my limited abilities, can I save him? Or does something else matter? I think about it again. I don't know the reason. I also sat aside. I was curious about what my uncle needed. If I could do it for him, I would definitely help him. But if my uncle's illness was already serious, would it be useless for me to go up? Thinking of this, I couldn't help it. I recalled the image of my uncle in my mind. He smiled naively, with his eyes slightly squinting, the corners of his mouth raised, and his chin slowly raised, like a little child. I saw this man who was like both an uncle and a brother, comforting me. When I was young, I was punished by my father, or quarreled with family members because of some problems, I would hide in my uncle. My uncle would leave me an apple to eat, and then hug me in his arms and say, "It's okay, Ruoxi, be good, don't cry, just eat an apple, and you won't cry after eating an apple. This apple is good for you." The fruit is so sweet. "I used to think that the apples were given to my uncle by someone else. Later I learned that there was a big apple tree behind my uncle's house. It always produced very sweet apples, and my uncle would always leave the sweetest one for me. So every time I ate apples there, they were very sweet. After I left, I stopped eating apples, thinking that apples from anywhere else were not as sweet as those from my uncle's house. But when I mentioned this to my father, he didn't tell me not to pass by there next time, nor did he forbid me to set foot there again. He just criticized and taught me a lesson, as if for others to hear. When I was little, I heard my father speak very poorly of my uncle, saying that he had committed a crime he shouldn't have committed and fallen into the devil's way, so he would never be able to escape. The little consciousness he retained was also controlled by drugs. Without this consciousness, he would be out of control and kill many people, including me and his closest people. I didn't believe it and shook my head, saying that my uncle would definitely not do such a thing. When I grew up a little, my father told me that my uncle was not a bad person, but had fallen into the devil's way. I could use drugs or some other methods to treat my uncle, and he would live a normal life. After that failed case, my father and I never mentioned this person again, and I never went to see him again. After all, I should have been approaching the final battle at that time. The so-called final battle was at most a part of my life. After all, there was still this life. I asked curiously, what happened in the end? But Master Zhou Er shook his head and said he didn't know. I didn't ask any further. Later, Master Zhou Er said it was getting late. I was just about to go home when I realized the temple fair wasn't over yet. I wanted to stroll around and grab a late-night snack, but I noticed a beautiful woman waiting at the door. I was curious about who she was, but Master Zhou Er introduced her first: "Let me introduce you, this is my wife. Madam, go meet the prince and the princess." This wife was also a meritorious official. She saluted us, and we politely returned the greeting. Indeed, the rules of the imperial city cannot be broken. This time, I learned that there was actually another Zhou Er. Grandma had more than just Master Zhou Er. And I thought again: could such a young and beautiful woman be from the outside world? In this life, I don't even seem to have heard of this person. Could she be a wife I married here? If so, then there seems to be nothing more to say.