This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

It was really difficult for Rong Xuehuai to restrain his hysterical laughter, just like it was really difficult for him to restrain the sadness overflowing from the depths of his heart.

The people he treats sincerely always want to betray him; the people he cherishes and cherishes are always against him;

Over and over again.He should really get used to it.

His friend betrayed him and pushed him into hell on earth; his senior brother secretly hated him, intending to make him immortal; Being lured into a trap because of his unfaithful feelings, even his soul will be torn apart.

Of all the people in this world, who else can he trust; who else is the one he loves—even if the other party doesn't love him—even if he can't come to harm him?

A desolate laugh came out of Rong Xuehuai's throat. He raised his head, feeling the cold flames in his body being sucked out soundlessly, feeling those thin lines entangled his hands and feet, and at the same time tightened his grip even more. bound his own soul.

Even Rong Xuehuai, faced with the situation in front of him, couldn't help but feel depressed and angry: If he did a lot of evil, it would be fine, he deserved to end up decapitated.However, he can't say that he stands upright, and finally he has no shame in his heart.

Why does his family and lover always want to kill him, and use such harsh methods every time?

The experience before dying in the previous life, the torture endured for many years in the abyss of extreme hell, and the current situation were intertwined in Rong Xuehuai's mind, and finally synthesized a voice that echoed in his heart: Why him!

He has a gentle personality, so he deserves this situation?If he is kind to others, he should be regarded as a stepping stone to success?He has a gentle nature and doesn't like to embarrass others, but just because of this, others think that he won't bleed or hurt, and it doesn't matter if he dies?

People who think so... People who think so should die themselves first, okay!

Rong Xuehuai's eyes were bloodshot, and the color of his pupils had gradually changed from black to red.Just like what Shangguan Haitang said at the time, he is now a pile of firewood splashed with oil, only a small spark can ignite the flames of anger soaring to the sky!

Han Yan is a part of Rong Xuehuai's body, extracting Han Yan is like tearing him alive.However, Rong Xuehuai completely ignored the physical pain at this time.The inner demon rises from the depths of the heart, and a single spark can start a prairie fire in the blink of an eye.But in an instant, Rong Xuehuai's eyes were filled with madness.

His long hair was windless and swelled up by an invisible force, and the brocade belt he used to tie his hair broke with a snap.The dark red color spread from the tip of his hair little by little, until his whole head of black hair turned scarlet.

Someone outside yelled, "He has fallen into a demon!".Rong Xuehuai turned a deaf ear to this.He is deeply immersed in his own thoughts, the past and present have become false, and the boundaries of memory and imagination have blurred.Fragments are like countless fragments up and down in the water, and he is trapped in the depths of the sea of ​​memory, full of anger and confused.

The illusion that Rong Xuehuai once saw because of Yin Fa is now regarded as a real memory by Rong Xuehuai.He closed his eyes, but he could still see his lover smiling coldly and ironically, just watching how he was torn into pieces with cold eyes.He covered his ears, but he could still hear a sentence of cruel words, he heard the other party say, "Rong Xuehuai, you were born to be deceived."

yes.Rong Xuehuai couldn't stop laughing.This fact is so funny: all the people he valued came to lie to him, and the purpose of lying to him was to kill him.How valuable is Rong Xuehuai's life, and everyone wants to cut his heart like this one after another?How hard is Rong Xuehuai's heart, can you be like this five times and three times, you get a cut, and I get a cut?

A voice whispered in Rong Xuehuai's ear: They all want to kill you, they all want to kill you!

It made Rong Xuehuai upset, he kept shaking his head, trying to put the sound aside.He frowned, and was filled with rejection of this voice: but this tone, this tone, was clearly his own voice.

The voice in the ear finally gradually weakened and disappeared.Instead, there was a rapid drumbeat.The sound of the drum brought about a great shock, which made all the thoughts in Rong Xuehuai's mind blurred, leaving only a violent killing intent in his heart.After a loud bang and the sound of ten thousand drums, Rong Xuehuai opened his eyes, and returned to reality from his own thoughts.

At this time, Mr. Divine Fortune's ending has not yet been settled.

Seeing this in horror, a kind of demon cultivator showed an unprecedented ferocious smile on Rong Xuehuai's face.His blood-red eyes swept over his limbs, and he noticed those marks.

A vague growl escaped from Rong Xuehuai's throat.The muscles all over his body tensed up, and instead of dodging, he took the initiative to send the cold flames into the seal line.He dissipated so much of the cold flames that he almost became a transparent shadow, and the body of the ice fire red lotus vaguely appeared behind him.

Yuan Liunian was both surprised and delighted: "Oh, isn't he crazy?"

"No..." The taciturn Moxiu surnamed Li took a step back, his face pale: "This seal method can't withstand so much cold flame. If he does this, the seal method will..."

Moxiu surnamed Li hadn't finished speaking when there was a loud noise in the formation.The lines that had tightly wrapped around Rong Xuehuai's limbs were all broken, exposing his bloody wrists and ankles.The seal that was originally engraved on the mountain suddenly exploded to pieces.For a moment, the cold flames splattered everywhere, even destroying the formation that trapped the opponent in sevens and eighties.

These scattered cold flames were taken back into the body by Rong Xuehuai.Seeing that the general situation is no longer there, several demon cultivators scattered and fled.Rong Xuehuai looked at them one by one with chaotic and murderous eyes.Regardless of his internal injuries, he released the cold flame without hesitation, and trapped them with lightning speed.

These scheming four people now have no way to go to the sky and nowhere to escape, but Rong Xuehuai can't feel the joy of winning at all.He flew in front of the four of them, sizing up their expressions indifferently.At this time, his face was as pale as snow, but his lips and pupils were extraordinarily bright red.

A little desire for blood gradually rose in his heart, and an inexplicable anger shouted in his mind.Rong Xuehuai shook her head, but failed to awaken a single bit of consciousness. She simply obeyed her inner expectations, reached out and grabbed one without looking at it, and tore the person into two pieces.

For a moment, blood splattered, and Rong Xuehuai's clothes were stained with blood, and many bean-sized blood droplets were sprayed on his face.He stuck out his tongue and licked it blankly, only to feel a salty and sweet smell filling his entire mouth.

dislike.Rong Xuehuai thought so.He came up with the first thought.

I don't want blood.Rong Xuehuai raised her hand and wiped off the drops of blood hanging from her eyelashes: I want to see them scream, I want them to beg for mercy, I want them to be helpless, I want...

I want to make it impossible for others to betray me and hurt me.

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Wen Zhe caressed his ring finger unconsciously, where there used to be a ring.But now his fingers are light and empty, as if his heart is also empty.

Even though the thought of this name would make his heart constrict and ache, Wen Zhe still tried his best to cheer up and read the name lightly: Rong Xuehuai, Rong Xuehuai, Rong Xuehuai...

He looked at the whole thing as calmly as possible.Of course, he deliberately ignored many pictures.He tried his best to list what happened that day, and found that there were only two important things: Rong Xuehuai was torturing and killing others.In the torture chamber lies a tortured and murdered person.

Then what?Wen Zhe took a deep breath to prevent himself from falling into the uncontrollable fear just now because of the word "torture": What kind of result do I want?What do I want most?

His heart honestly gave Wen Zhe the answer, which surprised him a little: after he calmed down, the first thing he wanted to do was not to run away, but to restore Rong Xuehuai to the way it was before.

I want him to stop this behavior, I want him to give me an explanation.

As soon as the word "explanation" appeared in Wen Zhe's heart, many thoughts of defense surged in Wen Zhe's mind in a mess: Maybe that helpless young man is a big villain. The lying half-demon is not just a weakling being auctioned off.Or maybe Xuehuai has been poisoned by some kind of obsessive poison, and to get rid of the poison, he has to do something like this...

These thoughts were suppressed by Wen Zhe one by one.According to what Rong Xuehuai had taught him, he faced the cruelest reality: maybe Rong Xuehuai likes him like this.

Well, now there is only one most important question left: how do I do it?what do i want to do

Wen Zhe stood there in a daze for a few seconds, and finally realized that he only had, and only agreed with, this one choice.

He wanted to go back to Rong Xuehuai, and he wanted to ask him why.

Perhaps just like the blue beard in a fairy tale, the husband finally stopped hiding his face and raised the blood-stained butcher knife to his wife.Wen Zhe committed suicide and had nowhere to escape.

If he runs away now and misses his old love, maybe Rong Xuehuai may not do anything to him.But Wen Zhe couldn't accept this choice.He never made his mind as clear as he is now: he wants to see Rong Xuehuai, he wants to ask why, if the other party really wants to kill him for this... then let him die in Rong Xuehuai's hands.

Dying at the hands of the other party is better than living in the world with one last breath, the happiness of being woken up every night by the picture of him torturing others.

All of Wen Zhe's current viewpoints, his position when looking at everything, and the methods he adopts when dealing with people all carry the shadow of Rong Xuehuai.This person has been influenced by his ears and eyes, taught by precepts and deeds, and has become an inseparable existence in Wen Zhe's life, character, and thoughts.

And the scene Wen Zhe saw before was overthrowing his three views established by Rong Xuehuai himself, almost negating all of Wen Zhe's feelings and the value of existence.

If the truth is what I think, then let Rong Xuehuai kill me, even if he doesn't kill me, I don't want to live.I can't accept the person who taught me love and respect while trampling on it myself.

Wen Zhe took a deep breath: If not, then let me do my best to help him get out of this situation.

Wen Zhe turned around and turned back in the direction he came from.At this moment, an absurd idea was spinning in his mind: Why did Xue Huai teach me to look like this black and white?If he really has that kind of preference, it would be good to teach me to teach good and evil, so that when I face this scene, I don't have to be tortured by conscience, don't have to hesitate, be in a dilemma, just walk over to support him!

This idea was so deviant that Wen Zhe himself had to smile wryly.At this moment, without warning, he thought of a sentence that Rong Xuehuai said to him, "All the love words in the world, in the final analysis, are just a sentence of 'I love you'."

And he has to deal with all the dilemmas and embarrassments now, but because he loves him.