Shanhedu

Because he was wearing a mask, Xiaoyao couldn't see the doubt on the man's face.

Step forward excitedly.

"Zuiyin, is that you? You answer me, I, I won't admit the wrong person."

"..."

Faced with questioning, the black-faced man chose to remain silent, because he himself didn't know who he was or what his name was.

Why did he bring Xiaoyao, because he always felt that Xiaoyao and himself knew each other.

Now Xiaoyao asked him if he was "chasing the cause", then his guess was indeed correct.

Silently watching Xiaoyao, staring at his facial features carefully, how could they know each other?

Xiaoyao was not as calm as him, he stretched out his hands to grab the man's clothes.

He said eagerly: "Speak up, answer me, are you him or not? Where have you been for so many years?!"

The black-faced man was shaken vigorously by Xiaoyao, and finally with his forearm he ruthlessly waved away the hands lying across his chest.

"Don't touch me." His voice was hoarse, as if his voice had been sealed for years.

But Xiaoyao still immediately recognized Zhuyin's voice, mixed with the indifference that is unique to young Zhuyin when he speaks.

At that time, the little blind man had too low self-esteem, and he didn't change his habit after being with Xiaoyao for many years, and what he said was always without warmth, like a stone that couldn't be warmed.

Only Xiaoyao understands him, because he can't let go of the shell of self-protection.

The Emperor of Heaven wanted him to be in charge of the Department of Marriage, and Xiaoyao saw all the love affairs of the six realms, thinking about the little blind man who hadn't reappeared for nearly 100 years every day.

It is said that the friendship between people will be slowly worn away by time, but Xiaoyao has waited for Zhuyin for so long, but still dreams of him.

Later, he simply descended to the mortal world, using an excuse to travel around the world, just to try his luck, to see if he could find that annoying little blind man.

Now he is in a mess, has no magic powers, and was almost chased and killed. What's even more ridiculous is that he almost starved to death on the road.

Now that he finally found the person he was looking for, this person pretended not to know him?

Xiaoyao just thought he was very funny, like a clown.

The hand that was ruthlessly waved away grabbed it again, questioning hysterically.

"You dare not admit that you are him, why? Just because you want to avenge your parents, we two gods and demons are at odds with each other.

Because of these, you have to forget, no, you have to erase the memory between you and me?

Cause by cause, do you have a conscience?You just don't miss my kindness to you at all?So cold-blooded and ruthless? ! ! "

The black-faced man stood firm and listened to him accusing himself. He understood every sentence and every word Xiaoyao said, but he didn't understand what it meant when they connected them.

The devil told him that all 81 members of his family were slaughtered by the heavens, and the artifacts guarded by his family were taken away for this reason.

And he was rescued from the tiger's mouth by the devil, and the meaning of his life was to avenge his parents.

But what is the memory between the two of them that the person in front of them said?

The black-faced man's previous memories of himself were blurred, and he had no impression of anything.

But somewhere in the dark, his intuition told himself that what Xiaoyao said was true.

Why does the Demon Lord hide other things about himself?

His parents were gone, and he hadn't cultivated enough ability to avenge them.

Now the person in front of him is clearly a person from the heavenly realm, should he make a move?What is the relationship between myself and him...

A whole lot of questions shook the black-faced man's mind, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, and the uncontrollable heart in his chest seemed to be burning his whole body.

"Uh, ah!!!"

The black-faced man roared suddenly, and a strong wind blew up around him, blowing Xiaoyao away from him by a foot.

Xiaoyao's eyes were shining brightly, he stood firm, and looked at the black-faced man who had lost his mind in a daze.

The mask on his face has turned red, glowing like magma bulging from a volcano.

The body flew up in vain, colliding with the rock wall out of control.

Xiaoyao frowned tightly, watching his back hit the rock wall firmly.

There were crackling sparks and lightning on his body, and he slammed into the other rock wall like falling magma, his neck was thrown back, and he roared the whole way.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy!!" He clenched his fists and shouted harshly.

It's a pity that the black-faced man couldn't listen to Xiaoyao's words at all, he bumped around like a bird trying to fly out of the cage, his whole body was heart-piercingly hot, burning, and in pain...

Finally, the top of his head hit a stone wall, the whole person lost consciousness and fell directly from a height.

"Boom", there was a loud and muffled sound, the black-faced man landed on the ground, and Xiaoyao ran towards him with limp legs.

The height of two two-storey attics, that person, no, fell to his death?

But before Xiaoyao approached him, his feet left the ground, and Xiaoyao was swept up by the black wind again.

The author has something to say: I have something to do tonight, so update it early.