Born to be a Demon (GL)

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Lian was taken aback: "You know?"

Chu Ci said clearly: "I know, don't worry, I won't tell Jiang Yang, you know this and I know it, let it rot in each other's stomachs."

She smiled self-deprecatingly: "Actually, I wanted to kill you before. Jiang Yang will be lost for a day or two at most, so she won't blame me."

"Then why didn't you kill me again?"

Chu Ci avoided answering, took a step forward, grabbed Lian's shoulders, hugged her in his arms, and whispered in her ear: "You are much better than me, really. Ah Yang is a good boy, take good care of him." she."

Her voice was low and soft, but indescribably sad and bitter, as if explaining the funeral, Lian suddenly felt a sore nose, she was such a smart person, and she was of the same origin as Chu Ci, and she grabbed Chu Ci with her backhand Putting the sleeve that was about to leave, he asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

"Go where I need to go."

"Must it be?"

"It must be so."

"Does Jiang Yang know?"

"Do you think I can tell her?"

"She will be sad."

"Isn't there you? Sadness is only temporary. She is still a child. She will cry for a few days and sleep well."

"You're like-"

"That's enough," Chu Ci cut her off impatiently, "My decision doesn't allow you to comment, so keep your mouth shut, and don't let me hear half of what I said to you today from Jiang Yang. Or what I didn’t say. I said I won’t kill you, but I don’t guarantee that I won’t go back on my word.”

She opened the door and went out, and there was a heavy snowfall in the Wanyao Cave. The weather here completely depends on Chu Ci's wishes. She is happy, the sun is shining, she is unhappy, and the clouds are dense, but now, it is white and white.

She was dressed in white, and the snow was falling harder and harder, and her white boots stepped on the snow, leaving deep and deep footprints.

"Sister!" Jing Mo ran over bouncing, pulled off her hood unexpectedly, Chu Ci smiled and raised his eyes, her appearance was amazingly beautiful in the white snow, Jing Mo was stunned, For a moment, he didn't even remember what he came here to do.

"What are you looking for me for?" Chu Ci still smiled, but thought sadly in her heart, she can be gentle with anyone, except for the one she loves.

"It's snowing!" Jing Mo said happily, "It's never snowed in Zhongshan, so I'm here to find you for a snowball fight!"

"Huh? Don't others play with you?"

"I went to find Xiaoshishi, but she didn't accompany me."

Chu Ci was happy to catch the news of Kunlun from other people's words, as if she could temporarily forget the hatred in this way, she asked, "Why doesn't she play with you?"

Jing Mo said truthfully: "She said you need me more, let me accompany you."

Chu Ci suddenly looked away.

Jing Mo: "Sister, are you crying?"

"I don't."

"You lied, I saw it! ----Ah! You haven't even started yet, why are you hitting me! Look at me!"

The heavy snow that fell all over the sky could not stop falling, rolling over the barren courtyard overgrown with decaying grass, rolling over the gate of the palace made of black stone, rolling over the woman in the thin green dress at the gate of the palace, rolling over the white fox on her cold cheek. fur.

It whizzed and blew into the sky again, one after another.

Chu Ci smashed the snowball in his hand on Jing Mo's body with great precision, subconsciously looked back, a corner of blue flashed past, and retreated behind the door.

She was stunned, just being hit by Jing Mo.

Then she squatted down slowly, covering her face tightly with her hands, crying like a lost child in the snow.

How difficult the world is, it will be difficult to get along.

When Jing Mo saw her crying, he blamed himself in every possible way. How could he not know the severity of the attack? No matter how powerful his sister is, she is still a little girl. He slapped himself loudly, and comforted him clumsily: "I am not On purpose, sister, stop crying, hit it back, I promise not to fight back, I promise!"

Chutz ignored him.

The more the young man comforted her, the more she cried.

Jing Mo used his bird brain to recall it with difficulty, and then patted Chu Ci on the back without knowing the severity. He may have remembered how his father comforted him back then, so he did the same, but the young man was too ignorant. Chu Ci was squatting, his center of gravity was unstable, and he slapped him with an iron hand, and fell into the snow unprepared.

She pulled it out from the snow, shook her hair, stared at Jing Mo with red eyes.

Jing Mo chuckled.

Chu Ci punched him, and Jing Mo's left cheek swelled immediately, but he still smiled: "Don't be afraid, anyway, I have rough skin and thick flesh."

Chu Ci immediately punched him on the right cheek again, and the right cheek was also swollen. Chu Ci watched him for a while, and finally smiled: "It's so handsome."

"Father can't even recognize me." Jing Mo laughed.

"Father? You reminded me, Jing Mo," Chu Ci said, "I'm going away for a few days, you wait here for my return, don't go anywhere else. If she asks, don't hide it."

******

Kunlun knew that it was the next day that Chu Ci left. She fell asleep in the cold pillow and woke up in the cold again.

Chu Ci didn't hide the news, but he didn't inform her in advance, she only found out after asking Jing Mo.She tried to leave the palace, but the guards in front of the palace didn't stop her, and no one stopped her when she left the Wanyao Cave.

Meng Zhaozhong was buried on the mountainside of Kunlun Mountain, in the small courtyard of his former residence. His favorite irises were planted on the grave. When the wind blows, his slender waist swayed gently.

At the beginning, the two buried Meng Zhaozhong together, but Kunlun moved his hand, and Chu Ci was far away.

At that time, there was still a faint dragon's breath in the tomb.

But this time...Kunlun was surprised to find that it had disappeared, and it was only two or three days since then.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up in the yard, and the irises planted on the grave rose from the ground. Kun Lun held down the long hair on the back of his head, narrowed his eyes at the same time, and looked back suddenly if he sensed it... There was nothing.

The wind died down quickly.

Kunlun pondered for a while, then raised his sleeves and opened the grave.

The corpse inside there ---- disappeared strangely.

The shadow of the dense forest lurks under the tree, completely integrated with the darkness. He is wearing a black hood, tall and tall, a head taller than ordinary human men. He took a deep look at Kunlun and gradually disappeared into the dense forest deep.

His dragon soul has long been scattered in the world, but the supernatural demon king gathered his soul together with his own strength, and then beat it into the corpse.

----I can save you, but you can only practice as a ghost all your life, are you willing?

----I would.

But she seemed to be in a bad mood yesterday, Meng Zhaozhong suddenly remembered.

☆、Chapter 65

After Kunlun left the old courtyard, he did not return to Wanyao Cave.Instead, he looked northwest and flew towards Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain is cold and snowy all the year round. It is said that it is the only way from the human world to reach the heaven.Nowadays, natural disasters continue in the world, and many ascetics who practice in secret places have to leave the world and seek refuge temporarily, and the places where the gods are, can still be regarded as safe.

They didn't dare to go in and disturb them, so they had to hang out in groups at the foot of the mountain.When the flood came, we stepped back up and said respectfully, "God forgives our sins," and when the flood subsided, we walked back.There is not much food that can be eaten by humans in Buzhou Mountain. If one day is unlucky, whether to hunt for food or be hunted by food is often determined by fate.

When Kunlun flew across the sky, he saw in the snow forest of Mount Buzhou that a ten thousand year old lion devoured a monk holding a sword without even blinking, leaving not even a piece of gray cloth left.The rest of the ascetics fled in panic, which just gave the lion a chance to defeat them. It kicked hard on the ground with its hind legs...