The fiance of the devil who time traveled

"The master is gone, the brother is gone, everything is gone, I am left with a decaying Shangqing Temple, how many people are staring at it, wishing to destroy it completely, at that time I thought the master was too cruel, he set up a trap , calculated everyone, and I was the one who was calculated the most by him, but now??? I think, it's all my fault, it turns out it's all my fault."

Yun Xing's voice was weak, and seemed to be talking to himself, his body was so weak that he couldn't stand up anymore, he swayed from side to side, and the iron chain also rattled, and at the end he felt a little hoarse, and he tilted his head in pain, screaming

"Why do each of you treat me as a pawn, why do you lie to me, why..."

Yun Xing was already drowsy, his thoughts were confused, sometimes he shouted indiscriminately, and sometimes he muttered to himself

"Qingyue's life is fate, isn't it mine? If it weren't for the blocked blood, maybe I can only burn myself to give you the inner alchemy."

He lowered his head, shaking the iron chain subconsciously every time he said a word, and laughed lowly when he said this, as if burning himself was a very funny sentence

"But but..."

Mozun's heart trembled, and he stepped forward involuntarily, "But what?"

Mozun didn't notice the eagerness and cautiousness in his tone

"But I still like you, hahahaha, isn't it funny, I still like you now, I still love you..."

Mozun can be sure that he is really delirious, and he can still laugh in this state

"Do you love me……"

"do not love……"

"Do you love me"

"Do you love me"

He asked stubbornly, every word was like a stone, smashing into the heart of the Demon Lord

"Do you love me"

"Do you love me"

……

"Do you love me"

In the dungeon, there were only Yun Xing’s inarticulate questions, his voice was very low, a little pathetic, and the questions without answers continued for a long time, so long that the palace people outside the dungeon were about to fall asleep, when suddenly a depressing answer woke up the palace people

"Love……"

The young man who was talking nonsense just now became quiet in an instant. I don't know if he heard the expected answer.

"Master, you are awake"

With a cheerful voice, Shi Yunxing turned his head with difficulty, just in time to see Gao Yang's excited little face, Shi Yunxing smiled weakly, reached out and touched the top of his head, "I made you worry."

Gao Yang was taken aback, it was the first time Master talked to him so closely

Looking at Gao Yang who hadn't recovered, Shi Yunxing smiled and said, "Go get me a glass of water."

Gao Yang tapped it like garlic, poured a glass of water in a hurry, and didn't forget to put it near his mouth and blew it gently. He felt that the temperature should be just right, so he handed it to Yun Xing

"How is it in the Taoist temple?" Yun Xing asked him casually while drinking water, as if he didn't care about his health and how long he had been in a coma

"Master, you have been in a coma for seven days. During these seven days, several groups of people behaved suspiciously at the foot of the mountain, but they were all..."

Gao Yang's eyes dodged, as if he had something hard to say

"Tell me, I don't blame you" Indeed, what right does he have to blame others, he is the one who started it

"They were all chased away by people sent by the Demon Realm." Gao Yang said quickly as if he was going all out, "It seems that he intends to protect our Shangqing Temple..."

With a snap, the teacup was crushed into pieces, and clear water mixed with blood flowed out from Yun Xing's fingers

"Master, let go, let go..." Gao Yang cried, Master's hand still refused to let go, the broken pieces of porcelain were inserted deeper and deeper, and the opened flesh and blood could already be seen, only this one was left of Master I lost my hand, how can I get hurt again?

The closed senses were suddenly opened, and Yun Xing felt the burning pain in his hands. As soon as he let go, the red fragments fell to the ground one after another, and then broke into more fragments. blooming plum

Since then, the rumors of the Shangqing Temple have disappeared in the human world for decades. It is a time of troubled times, and the people are in dire straits. The panic brought about by the war surpasses those anecdotes. Gradually, no one pays attention to it.

After the war, it was a new period of stability. People gradually found that there were more Taoist priests wearing blue Taoist uniforms around them, with a dusty temperament. It’s just that most of these Taoist priests are young and young, but they are quite capable.

Today, the storyteller in the teahouse is talking about something related to these Taoists

"It's said that those Taoists came from a Taoist temple called Shangqing Temple. That Taoist temple has existed for thousands of years. They are all Taoists who cultivate immortals. They came to save the common people..."

Listening to the slightly exaggerated story of the storyteller, the lowly ones are full of interest

"The Taoist priests in Shangqingguan are all blue robes. I have seen them before, and they are easy to recognize." A listener said seriously to the people next to him, eating melon seeds

"Why are they all in blue robes? I have seen a young man in black. He followed behind a young man with a broken arm. His cultivation level is very good. He can kill the ghost with a wave of his hand." The person next to him was dissatisfied with what the people around him said about the blue robe. I agree, since Shangqing Temple is cultivating immortals, why would it care so much about the color of clothes

"That's right, I've seen it too, but those two never spoke, and they don't seem to know each other," another person echoed.

"Why don't you recognize me? I've seen that man in black help light a young man with a broken arm." A listener who was lucky enough to meet two people in the mountains couldn't wait to say, for fear of being robbed of the limelight by others

This sentence really caught everyone's attention. For a while, the topic of "the Taoist cultivating immortals is still afraid of the cold and needs to light a fire" and "what is the relationship between the two of them" was discussed with relish, almost overshadowing the storyteller's voice

The storyteller secretly sighed in his heart, as expected, these intentions were too clichéd, seeing that he had to think about the story of the man in black and the young man with a broken arm, how should he write it? By the way, let’s say that the two were a pair of fairy couple...