My master is obedient and soft

Two major events have occurred in the Demon Realm recently.

One is that the immortal world was finally defeated in the decisive battle between the demon army and the immortal world for hundreds of years, and the other is that Lord Mozun brought back a beauty from the immortal world.

It seems inaccurate to say that she is a captive, because the beauty was carried back by the demon, and she was wrapped in the black cloak of the demon, only half of her white side face and black hair were exposed, but the exposed half of her face It's amazing enough.

The group of demons who live in the dark hell have never seen such a beauty.

The victory was joyful, and immediately a brave demon boy stepped forward, secretly glanced at the person in the demon's arms, and asked like a dog: "My lord, what are we going to do with the people in the fairy world?" ah?"

He saw it with his own eyes. On the battlefield, the lord mercilessly pierced his shoulder with a sword. However, it was the first time he saw such a beautiful captive. Wouldn't it be a pity to kill him.

The demonic nature is obscene, and a group of demons immediately had other thoughts.

Unexpectedly, Mozun immediately cast a cold look over him, frightening a group of people to stop talking.

Later I heard that the Demon Lord locked people in the dungeon, and a group of people clicked their tongues. What kind of place is the dungeon? I thought that those who were brought back by the Demon Lord might be given special arrangements, but I didn’t expect the cold-blooded Demon Lord to be so ungrateful. .

Later, a fallen fairy who used to be in the heaven said that the captured immortal monarch had a master-student relationship with the current Demon Lord hundreds of years ago. The story of Naobu's master and apprentice breaking up and falling in love and killing each other is widely circulated, and then the fairy king is mentioned, surrounded by a mysterious and ambiguous atmosphere.

Mozun's bedroom.

Mozun has always loved purity, and since he took the throne, he has never left any servants in his palace.On this day, many palace people came in and out suddenly with things in their hands.

On a bed in the cella lay a man with his eyes closed.

The man's thin body sank into the brocade quilt, with only a small raised outline protruding from it. His brows were tightly frowned, as if trapped in a dark nightmare.

An old demon doctor stood beside the bed, gently took the bruised wrist under the quilt, raised two fingers, and faintly felt the pulse of the sleeping person on the bed.

The old medical officer was about to break out in a cold sweat.

In the middle of the night, he was sleeping on the bed snoring like thunder, and was suddenly woken up by the guard at the gate, saying that the Demon Lord had heard from him. He was so scared that he got up from the bed and ran to the Demon Palace in a hurry.

He has seen the methods of this Demon Lord before. He saw with his own eyes that Wen Yuan beheaded all those monsters who refused to surrender when he first took office.

It was the first time for the old medical officer to see Mozun so worried about a person.

When feeling the pulse, he inevitably touched the wound on his wrist, Mozun frowned tightly, and stared at the expression of the person on the bed without blinking, looking at the old medical officer like a light on his back.

He felt a little weird, no, this is not the Demon Lord he knew.

Who is the person on this bed?

The subordinate's connections were dangerous, and the old medical officer's expression gradually became serious.

Wen Yuan frowned and asked, "How is he?"

The magic doctor shook his head, and turned his hand towards the demon venerable: "This old slave has the courage to ask, who is this person from the lord?"

Wen Yuan didn't know what he was thinking, and it took a long time before he said: "...the enemy."

The magic doctor nodded, and slowly said: "This person's meridians are damaged, it seems that he has suffered some serious trauma a long time ago, and his body is very weak, which is not what a healthy person should have. Logically speaking, he should have already She is in the immortal class, but now her realm has dropped by more than 01:30, and her cultivation base is only about [-]%." Xu is the benevolence of the doctor, the old medical officer sighed, looking at the injuries all over Zheqing's body, he couldn't bear it. Stopped saying, "Oh, what a crime."

Every time he said a word, Wen Yuan's brows became more and more wrinkled, until finally the old medical officer came to a conclusion, if this person is the enemy of the Demon Lord, then he can continue to torture him like this, anyway, he will not survive for a few days anyway.

Wen Yuan remained calm on the face, but his heart was chilled by what the magic doctor said.

How did Zheqing's body become like this?

In fact, since the decisive battle that day, he has faintly noticed that although Zheqing exhausted his physical strength in the previous fight and allocated his spiritual power to block the barrier for others, his cultivation should not be so unbearable. hit.

In his eyes, his master is always strong and gentle, and his cultivation is one of the best in the entire fairy world.

So when Wen Yuan stabbed that sword, he didn't even think that he would hit Zheqing. Although he had recovered the body of the ancient Demon Venerable, no matter how weak the dignified Zheqing Immortal Zheqing was, how could he not even have the slightest chance of killing Zheqing? Even a fancy blow can't be resisted.

This is not right.

Only now did I know that Zheqing's cultivation was only [-]% left.

How could half of his cultivation be able to block a full blow from his demon sword Chi Xiao.

The old medical officer looked at the demon's expression, a little uncertain, so he knelt down and asked tentatively: "My lord...do you still need treatment?"

Wen Yuan said in a deep voice: "Cure, of course, let me cure him."

The old medical officer was terrified by Wen Yuan's eyes, and hurriedly said: "Yes, that old slave will prescribe a prescription immediately."

Wen Yuan asked the palace servants to pass the pens and papers, and watched the old medical officer write one piece of paper after another.

"Because I don't know how this son's cultivation is depleted, so no matter how effective the prescription is, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause..."

"This is the elixir for treating damaged meridians..."

"There is also someone who replenishes his body every day. His physical condition is so bad that he is completely depleted."

"It is best to combine oral and medicated baths for better results."

"And this," the old medical officer dug out a small bottle of medicine from the medicine box. "This is the panacea for sword wounds. The entire devil world can't produce a few bottles a year, so it's guaranteed not to leave any scars."

Wen Yuan nodded, took the medicine bottle and put away the full prescriptions.

The old medical officer could finally resign, but when he walked to the door of the bedroom, he still felt uneasy in his conscience. After thinking about it, he still risked being hacked to death by the demon king's sword and said, "My lord, this old slave looks like this young master. Unlike the great evil person..."

And recently he has often heard many demons talking about the immortal venerable taken back by the lord, so this son could be...

Especially when he saw the concern and some incomprehensible emotions unconsciously revealed in Mozun's eyes, he paused, actually wanting to ask, is that really the Lord's enemy?

Wen Yuan's hand caressed the pale cheeks of the person on the bed, slowly stroking, the obsession and nostalgia in his eyes looked at the old medical officer, who was shocked, Wen Yuan seemed to see through his thoughts, he slowly opened After she finished her mouth, she didn't look away from the person on the bed at all, as if saying to herself: "I'm an enemy, and even more so... a lover."

Zheqing didn't sleep soundly, his brows were tightly frowned, sweat was dripping on his forehead, he had a dream in a trance, the dream was a scene from hundreds of years ago.

Immortal world, fallen to the immortal platform.

Dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the long white jade steps that could not be seen at a glance were full of people. Several elders from the fairy world formed a circle and faced the magic circle in the center in front of the Tianmen.

He saw a young man locked in the center of the magic circle.

Draped in heavy shackles, his whole body was wrapped in chains, and he was kneeling on the ground by an invisible jack. He hung his head, as if he had lost consciousness.

The middle-aged and middle-aged man heard voices from far and near: "The time has come, let's execute the execution quickly... If Zheqing comes here at this time, wouldn't all previous efforts be for naught."

What was said later, the young man couldn't hear clearly, tinnitus and dizziness filled him, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

Then, he suddenly felt that the chains on his body became tighter and tighter, his breathing was gradually obstructed, thunder rumbled above his head, his eardrums swelled, and a stream of blood snaked down.

The young man's consciousness was not so clear, he lowered his head and murmured instinctively: "Master..."

"Save..." Help me.

Several elders are working together to gather a super powerful mana and strike the young man together with the thunder stream above his head, intending to kill him with one blow.

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd.

In the dream, Zheqing couldn't control his body, so he could only let himself fly into the air holding the Fuwei sword, looking down at the young man.

He descended from the sky and cut off everyone's attack in the air.

That day, Zheqing was dressed in white, with satin hair like ink, and the hem of his hunting suit fluttered in the wind, slowly descending among the crowd, as if a god descended from the mortal world.

The young man struggled to open his eyes, and the white clothes fluttered lightly in front of him.

Suddenly, a little light gathered in the chaotic eyes, and the iron chain was rattled by the strength that came from nowhere, and the young man happily shouted hoarsely at the person in front of him: "Master!"

He was seriously injured, Zheqing thought to himself.

His Ah Yuan must be in pain.

Yesterday reappeared, the self in the nightmare was conscious but couldn't control his behavior, and couldn't even smile at him.

Wen Yuan saw the fairy in white raised his hand in front of him.

Those hands are slender and slender, but when they gather spiritual power, they can instantly become extremely powerful.

He thought the hand was there to save him.

The young man raised his head with difficulty, trying to see the face of the master clearly.

With just one glance, the young man was stunned.The person he called Master was staring at the man in front of him indifferently, his cold eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger or even an enemy who had nothing to do with him.

Immediately afterwards, Zheqing watched as he slowly raised his hand, gathering a powerful spiritual flow, and when the young man didn't react at all, he instantly punched the powerful spiritual power into his chest!

No!Zheqing shouted in his heart.

But to no avail.

The young man spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow, his body fell heavily and was caught by the iron chain, his front was stained red with blood, this palm used [-]% force, the young man felt that he was about to be beaten to death.

Only now did the young man realize that his master wanted to kill him!

Everyone was also shocked by the action of Immortal in White in front of them, because before he slapped this palm, everyone thought that Immortal Zheqing suddenly came to Fallen Immortal Terrace to save his only apprentice.

Zheqing completely ignored the gazes of the crowd, and immediately summoned Fuwei, the sword spirit in the astonished gazes of the crowd. The sword body transformed from between his fingers, and the point of the sword pointed directly at the disciple who was in a state of distress and was dying.

Don't...don't...stop!

How could I kill the apprentice I raised since childhood!

Zheqing wanted to escape, he really wanted to escape from here, he struggled desperately, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

The young man still had a glimmer of hope. He didn't believe that the master who raised him would kill him. He reluctantly crawled forward, and there was a trail of blood behind him. The young man stretched out his bloody hand tremblingly, trying to grab the white hem.

"Master..."

Zheqing wanted to move forward, wanted to bend down to hug the young man, wanted to love him well...

But in fact he took a step back

The white hem rubbed against the young man's palm and slipped away lightly, unable to hold on anymore.

The light in the young man's eyes went out, and a strong sense of despair and fear swept over him almost instantly.

Zheqing heard the cold words spit out from his own lips, but they seemed to come from the distant sky: "From today onwards, you and I, master and apprentice,"

"Enthusiasm and justice."

In the dream, Zheqing felt that his fingers were trembling slightly, and he needed to barely stabilize his body so that no one would see that he could no longer hold on.

Several elders wanted to step forward, but Zheqing raised his hand to stop him. He looked at his former apprentice and said softly: "You don't need to bother, my own apprentice should be executed by myself."

The young man seemed to feel no pain.

Seeing that Fuwei sword was deeply inserted into his body, he didn't resist or struggle anymore, he looked straight into Zheqing's eyes, but there was no trace of warmth in those eyes, as if he had never known him before.

Why……

The cold dull pain slowly spread in his heart. With a sword stuck in the young man's heart, his body uncontrollably fell into the deep clouds and mist, leaving only a shrill cry echoing on the Falling Terrace for a long time.

"Master!!! No!!!"

Zheqing felt that he was about to cry, he couldn't breathe, and his eyes were dizzy for a while, he wanted to jump down with Wen Yuan for a moment, but the footsteps of this sentence seemed to be rooted, nailed to the same place.

He watched helplessly as his apprentice was stabbed in the heart by his sword and fell to the immortal platform. He watched his body continue to sink, saw the icy water of the Nightmare Realm gradually overflowing the young man's body, and watched the young man's last desperate silence. Eyes sink into the abyss.

The Fuwei sword fell to the ground with a "bang", and Zheqing fell into an ice cave.

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