Zen Master Xin stared at him with disillusioned eyes. A young monk seemed to be staring at Junior Brother Withered Leaf.

There are too many people who can't see through this world of mortals.

Right and wrong, however, knelt down, closed their eyes, and bowed in front of Master Kuxin, "I know my mistakes, but I can't see through them."

"You still refuse to say - what is your demon?!"

Obsessed with obsession, why obsessed with obsession?Little Zizaitian is in such a precarious situation, this son——

Zen Master Kuxin raised his hand, and wanted to slap it on the top of right and wrong's head. He was furious, but when he remembered the dead leaves back then, he felt that everything was useless, and the momentum in his hand became weak at the moment——

However, at this moment, a clear and clear voice sounded: "Wait a minute, master."

Zen Master Kuxin stopped his hands, looked away from Shifei's right hand with no flesh and blood, and looked at the person in the middle of the square.

A young man with blood on his robe.

Tang Shi staggered forward, as if he was extremely tired. He stepped on the tip of the knife with every step, but the smile on his face was ironic and brilliant like never before.

He walked up the steps step by step, blood dripped down on the finger that had just held the pen, and he stood on the platform all the way up the steps, allowing everyone to look up.

Tang Shi straightened his back, and stood a foot away from right and wrong. The cold wind blew through his robe corners, and there was a smell of blood. His voice was calm, but it spread throughout the second heaven.

"I am his demon."

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