The male protagonist is always so crooked when he is cute

Whiteheads a day.

Shen Huaian couldn't remember how he arrived at the place in front of him. There was a rushing river in front of him, and the river was even black.It's just that when he was approaching, the black river water clearly reflected his face.Shen Huaian lowered his head and looked carefully, the man in the reflection with white hair and red eyes, with an exquisite bone in his hand, suddenly looked like a madman.

Carefully stroking the bone in his hand with his fingers, Shen Huai'an desperately absorbed the last warmth.When the remaining warmth on Linglong's bones dissipated, Shen Huaian knew that the last warmth that belonged to him in this world had disappeared since then.

Master.

Shen Huaian's lips moved, wanting to pronounce this simple syllable.But he found that he couldn't spit out such simple characters anyway.These two words rolled on the tip of his tongue and rolled down his heart like a heavy weight.

Master, master, master.

These two words used to be the happiness of Shen Huai's security department, but now, the former happiness is like the shortest curse in the world.The cold and smooth touch of the palm told Shen Huai'an that he was lost.From then on, he never had a master again.

What is lost?

That is, the figure who carried him out of the icy lake when he was three years old will never appear again.

That is, the gentle encouragement he gave each time he made small progress will never be there again.

That is, there will never be that white-clothed fairy who is clearly a master but is willing to bend down to this world of mortals for him.

That is, Mo Nanke, again!also!No!meeting!have!

At this moment, Shen Huai'an felt that he was extremely ridiculous.He used to practice so hard, trying to catch up with his master.He used to think that the one hundred years of retreat was just a single thing, and one day, he would use this one hundred years in exchange for a long-term reunion with Master.He used to think that there was enough time for everything, and that everything was just a matter of time to come.

But the reality is more ironic than imagined, it used its own cruelty to tell Shen Huai'an that there is no future at all.The person who wanted to be by his side the most is no longer there. No matter how advanced the cultivation base is, no matter how long the life span is, it is just a longer torture.

Life is hard and the only thing is death.When Shen Huaian saw his master shattered into bits of spiritual light and disappeared before his eyes, he really wished he could go with his master.

The power that had been carefully suppressed in the inner palace for a long time began to churn, and Shen Huai'an only felt that his mind was blank, and he no longer knew what he had done.

Do not harm the common people and live up to the people.Shen Huaian never forgot every single word his master taught him.The strength in his body began to run wild, he subconsciously avoided the crowd, and then let himself run all the way.What the master taught him, he followed subconsciously.

But, who cares?His master is no more.

Master, look, Huai An is very obedient.Huai'an remembers everything you said, Huai'an listens to you very much.So, Master, come back, okay?Let's take another look at Huai'an, okay?

Shen Huai'an's eyes were scarlet, and the blood-red teardrops slid down his face, and were blown away by the wind, leaving no traces behind, making it uncertain whether he had ever cried or not.

This was the last time Shen Huaian cried.When he used to be, Mo Nanke would always hold him in his arms and coax him tenderly.At that time, relying on his young age, Shen Huai'an would cry on purpose because of his covetous pampering.Mo Nanke could see through his small thoughts, but he didn't.Because he is willing to pamper this child, this well-behaved child raised by him himself that makes people feel distressed.

The tears were dried, leaving dry and slightly painful tear stains on the face.Shen Huai'an buried his face in his palms, and when he raised his head again, the last trace of hypocritical tenderness in his eyes had disappeared.Now, only indifference and nothingness remained in his eyes.

Mo Nanke.This name used to be the only warmth in his life, and now it is also the only obstacle in his life.Originally, his obsession was already deep, but he lost what he had always been obsessed with, how could he not be crazy?

The coldness in his body began to run wild, Shen Huai'an only felt that the blood all over his body was scalding, but Bai Mu was completely cold.Holding the Linglong bone in his arms tightly, Shen Huaian leaned back.With the rushing black river behind him, Shen Huai'an said to himself, if he was lucky enough to go with his master, it would be considered heaven's mercy.

And if he survived till now, it would be inhumane.The sky is unkind, why can't he resent?

The icy water quickly wrapped around his limbs.Shen Huaian had an obsession in an instant, so he didn't want to struggle and let himself sink into the abyss of the river.He wondered obsessively whether someone would pull him up from the cold river, just like when he was three years old.

After all, it is obsession.Holding the bone that carried his entire world in his arms, Shen Huai'an slowly fell into the abyss.

The seemingly turbulent river was unexpectedly calm in the depths, and he fell slowly, as if there was no end.Shen Huai closed his eyes quietly, and then let himself go with the flow.

Once the years of cultivation faded away, the power hidden in the blood began to gradually awaken.After all, Shen Huai'an's cultivation was in the Tribulation Stage, and it took him a long time to dissipate the spiritual power in his body.There is no plain practice, to be precise, Shen Huai'an's spiritual power did not dissipate, but slowly transformed.

He bears the Five Spiritual Roots, and he is also practicing the Chaos Chapter. The colorful spiritual power swims along his veins in an orderly manner.And when he fell into this rushing river, those spiritual powers began to mix.Like a pair of invisible hands, the white zhenqi lurking in the inner mansion stirred and fused the colorful spiritual energy in Shen Huai'an's veins, and finally turned it into a thick black.

When the last ray of spiritual power was fused, Shen Huaian started the bloodline inheritance.

He once vaguely felt that he was not an ordinary monk, and even stood on the opposite side of the monk.But when he accepted the complete set of inheritance, he realized that everything was like a joke.His cultivation is a joke, and his soaring cultivation is a joke.Everything is a joke!

He is the legacy of the Heavenly Demon, the Supreme Being of the Demon Realm.Isn't it a joke for a leader of the demon clan to cultivate immortality?

The Heavenly Demon was born when the heaven and the earth first opened.The demons give birth to the demon clan, and the demons are the ancestors of the entire demon clan.After the battle between immortals and demons, the demons were sealed in the bitter cold north of Cangshan Mountain. As the leader of the demon world, the heavenly demons had time to send a drop of blood essence containing all his power to the human world when the emperor of heaven didn't know.

That drop of blood was hidden in the blood of a mortal when it landed, and was passed down quietly.That mortal is the ancestor of the Shen family.In order to ensure the integrity and purity of the bloodline, the blood of the Heavenly Demon will not be differentiated, so only one person will inherit the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon in each generation of descendants.And the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon will not be awakened every generation, only when the inheritors hate the way of heaven and are indifferent to the world, the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon will first emerge.

Put it to death and live later, that's all.

But with the blood of the demon, it is naturally different from ordinary people.Once one of the descendants of the Shen family awakens the bloodline inheritance, others will quickly become demons along the bloodline connection.Although these demons look no different from ordinary people, and there may even be children with special cultivation talents, they will be driven by the blood of the demons and become nobles among the demons.

This is the foreshadowing laid by the demons for the ultimate awakening of the demons.He left behind the power of revival for his bloodline, because he always believed that Cangshan could not seal his race.One day, the disciples with his blood will set foot on the apprentices outside again, and the demons who have been misunderstood and suppressed will finally have their own place to live.

But, all he did was not without cost.In order to send out this drop of blood essence, the demon has already died.And in order to ensure the complete inheritance of the blood of the demon, the demon clan that was sealed into the north of Cangshan Mountain used all the power of the clan.

In the bitterly cold land of Cangshan Mountain, after the fall of the Heavenly Demon, the most powerful Demon Race was regarded as Demon Lord.The reason why Mozun is respected by the Mozu is because he supports the big formation handed down by the Mozu.This formation guarantees the inheritance of the Heavenly Demon's bloodline. When someone inherits the Heavenly Demon's bloodline, the entire Demon Race in Cangshan will be overthrown.

As the blood in Shen Huaian's body was completely awakened, all the demons in the Cangshan seal, except for the Demon Lord, turned into giant cocoons.The demon race is immortal, they turned into their original form, and waited for their demons to completely absorb the power of inheritance in the blood essence, and to be reborn together with the demons.

All the people in the group became cocoons, but the Mozun smiled very gratified.Inheriting the grand array consumed a lot of his magic power, Lou Biehen used his own blows to support his body, but slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

My king, all the old and young in the family are waiting for the king to return.When you return, our family will surely enjoy the glory of the past.

With the fusion of Shen Huai'an's blood, the once-turbulent river gradually turned into solid ice.The black river water makes it difficult to see the situation at the bottom of the river. No one knows that at the bottom of the river, a man in white clothes and white hair is lying on his back on the bottom of the river with a white bone in his arms.If he hadn't locked his brows tightly, he would have been immersed in an unusually warm dream.

What about the Heavenly Demons?No matter how miraculous the bloodline is, it can't match the time spent with the master in the dream.Even knowing that this was just a big dream, Shen Huaian would rather never wake up.

How wonderful, in the dream there are flowers, grass, mountains, water, and Master.In the dream, he was still young, and the embrace with the cool fragrance was like his whole world.Shen Huaian subconsciously hugged her tightly, but the white figure instantly turned into nothingness. He hugged anxiously, but only reached the white bones in his arms.

The warmth in the dream disappeared instantly, leaving only the cruel reality.When Shen Huaian opened his eyes, there was no mountains and rivers of the Supreme Sect, nor... no master.

Only the frozen river surface and the dense bones in his arms.

The world is cruel!The world is cruel!The world is cruel!

Holding the bones in his arms tightly, Shen Huaian broke through the ice.There is no longer the old tenderness in his eyes, all the past has faded, and he is no longer Shen Huai'an.

Heaven bears him.He didn't even give him a chance to live and die with his master.So why can't he be resentful?What's more, he was born as a demon, and at this moment he has already stood on the opposite side of the way of heaven.

From then on, he never complained.Abandon the surname Shen, and the name left by his master.Use the master's surname to imprint that white figure on my heart.Since you have blamed the sky, why should you be afraid of going against the sky!

Every step Mo Yuantian takes in the future is to reverse the destiny and reverse the destiny.He is not afraid of dying in the middle, and every step he takes is to call the master back.

The demons are born to be rebellious, and the people who the way of heaven wants to kill, he just wants to make him alive.

Mo Yuantian's expression was filled with infinite silence and determination.This is all his obsession, even if the world is turned upside down, he must let that person come back!Because that is all his obsession, and from now on, it will be the only motivation for him to live.

master.Master!

In the inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Clan, Mo Yuantian found a way to bring the dead back to life.It's just that no one has ever used that spell.The demons are ruthless, and few people save their lives for the sake of another person's exhausted talents and treasures.And don't blame the heavens, go up to the poor and go down to the underworld, even if there is only one ten thousandth hope, for his master, he will always give it a try.

The exquisite bone in her arms became the most important thing.The old ancestor Qingxiao was dead, but Chaos who lived in Liuyunzhu calculated that Mo Nanke's soul had not disappeared.This result became the spark that ignited Mo Yuantian's remnant life, and he began to mold an empty shell, waiting for his master's return.

The ice jade is the bone, the water of the Wangchuan River is the blood, and the three living flowers are the flesh.Don't blame the sky for disturbing the world, stepping into the underworld, collecting all kinds of treasures from heaven and earth, and carefully shaping an empty body.His cultivation base is already extremely high, but it will take a lot of trouble to collect all these things.

Skipping the hardships involved, Mo Yuantian carefully placed the exquisite bone that never left his body in the center of the formation.He sacrificed for 81 days, during which he cut open his chest, and dripped a drop of his heart blood on the bones every day.The blood of the demons makes him not afraid of any harm, and the wound on his body will heal soon.So such a cruel thing as cutting his chest open, he would do it on himself once a day.

For a full 81 days, when the face he had not seen for many years appeared in front of his eyes again, Mo Yuantian's hands were trembling.The sacrifice that exhausted his spiritual power made his face turn pale, but Mo Yuantian carefully carried the person lying in the formation out regardless of his trembling hands.

The man was naked, every inch of his skin was shaped by himself.It's not that Mo Yuantian doesn't know that what he holds in his arms is just a shell, but when he touches that soft skin again, his tears can't be stopped no matter what.

In the blue hair of the man who buried his face in his arms, Shen Huai'an's tears that were a hundred years late finally fell.No one believed that at that moment, Mo Yuantian, the demon who later traversed the Three Realms, was crying like a child while holding a body without a soul.