Master, please stop your playful behavior

Fighting, howling.

Black clouds pressed the sky, and there were some crazy moves hidden in the torrential thunderstorm.The two figures shuttled through it, appearing and hiding, without the slightest fear.

For a while the long sword soars into the sky, and for a while the red flame turns around, all of which have the potential to overwhelm mountains and seas and swallow mountains and rivers with anger.But after going back and forth several times, there is still no distinction between day and night, and black and white are unclear.The sound of booming is endless, like war drums, and like ferocious beasts, biting each other.

In the end, the blast stopped, the roar stopped for a while, the two turbulent and majestic forces gradually retreated, and the arrogance of hatred was completely extinguished.

As the cloud receded, one of the forces revealed its real body, which was a black and purple fierce beast.Soaring like a dragon, but stepping on the magic flame.It seemed a little tired, and it wagged its long tail like a puppy begging for food.Its owner is leaning against the corner of its head, condensing the demonic energy into a shape, pulling it off bit by bit, like feeding fish, and throwing it to this delicious beast.

He joked to the man in white who was facing him, "Don't the protectors welcome this deity?"

Feng Yixue said with a cold face, "Your Excellency has admitted the wrong person."

"Really?" The man glanced at the panic-stricken Xuanyuan Sect disciples below, and said with a smile: "Sorry, Feng Yixue, right? Then I will call you...'Xue Bao' from now on?"

"..." Feng Yixue's sword energy weakened, but it was still terribly cold. The killing intent that had been suppressed just now seemed to have stopped because of this trivial title, but soon, it returned to its original state.

Li Yan didn't take it seriously, patted the giant beast that was full of food and drink, and said to it: "Look, he can't wait. Can't wait to find his little lover."

"Guess he still can't find it?"

……

Cutting the throat was terrifying enough to cause discomfort to all the disciples, what's more, it was done by a dangerous person they couldn't beat.But Shan Yunhan knew that his injury was actually not serious, Li Yan's knife only broke his illusion technique, and the devil energy infiltrated was also beneficial to him, speeding up his self-healing power.

Otherwise, how could Feng Yixue let him alone?

...But, if everything is true, it is reasonable for Feng Yixue not to care about his life or death.

After all, he was the one who stabbed the knife.

It's also him who has been messing around and messing around for so many years.

So, what reason does he have to extravagantly ask for forgiveness from the other party, and what confidence does he have to ask the other party to pay for him again?

After all, not all the way.

……

During the thunder and lightning, Shan Yunhan fled while taking advantage of the scuffle.But he didn't escape down the mountain, but ran all the way, wrapped in mud and sand, to Pomotai.

The last hope awaits him.

Pomotai can wash away any spells and see a person's life clearly, but this is the territory of the Xuanyuan Sect after all.If he died here, it would not only prove that he was indeed a demon, but also prove that the hatred in the past ten years was nothing but a farce.

Self-pity, self-pity, remorse, and wake up from the dream.

……

Maybe because of distraction, after walking for a long time, Shan Yunhan didn't find the majestic altar, but just stumbled into the misty and desolate land by mistake.

Lost?Or is it already here?

After all, he had never been to Pomotai before, and now he was only looking for the location based on his impressions.

But the deeper he walked, the more uneasy Shan Yunhan felt.

Gusts of cold wind hit, blowing like sharp knives, and the pain was unbearable.

After a while, the wind stopped, and he also stopped, not moving forward.

The snow fluttered like fluff, gently falling on his shoulders, and also moistened the delicate and pink flower buds in front of his eyes.

Wherever he went, it was not the Demon-breaking Platform, but in the forest under the mountain.

No dark clouds, no lightning and thunder.

It was that day, when we first met.

The disciples who humiliated them ran away one after another, and a jade-faced and green-clothed fairy appeared with the light of the sword. Maybe it was a clone. It was extremely difficult to distinguish the face, but the spiritual power was enough to pick up the seriously injured and unconscious boy.

"Thank you."

I dealt with it hastily, but in the blink of an eye, only a thin child remained under the shadow of the mottled trees.His broken little hand waved in the air, trying to catch the light that had gone away.

It wasn't until the night fell and the light turned into stars that he had the strength to get up and find himself a shelter from the wind and rain.

He has been to remote mountain towns, and he has also been to prosperous cities. Some people drive them away, and some people give them alms, but he feels that they are not home.Only when this place, or someone is there, can one be happy and be considered a destination.

Now, really found it.

I just don't know when I can feel this way.

Yunjuanyunshu, day and night change, finally, the light of the heart and mind appeared again.

On a bleak and rainy night, black thunder snorted, and he once again used his flesh and blood to protect the starlight in his eyes, preventing the lights from going out and falling into darkness.

After a few days, the vegetation dripped dew, the birds sang and the flowers were fragrant, and the green forest washed by the heavy rain was full of vitality and freshness.

However, there are always some corners that cannot accept this kind of baptism, which are places where the warm sunlight cannot reach.In the cave under the cliff, it was dark and cold as usual.It was quiet and deserted here, and there shouldn't be a trace of popularity here, but it was broken by a burst of anxious footsteps.

The boy was out of breath and looked a bit exhausted, but he still rushed forward with many messy flowers and plants in his hands.

In a hurry, he didn't have time to wipe off the sweat dripping from his face, so he stopped and knelt down in front of someone.

In fact, it can no longer be called a human being.

It's clearly a young man's figure, but he can't see the vigor and vigor.He lay sluggishly on the cold stone ground, motionless, his eyes were dull, without a trace of expression.There was not enough light in the cave, but the shocking scars on his back could still be seen.

Several ferocious blood cuts snaked and circled like poisonous snakes, constantly eating away at his life.

The boy put the flowers and plants in his arms to chew in his mouth, bit by bit after chewing until they were finely chopped, and carefully placed them around the wounds where flesh and blood could still be seen.His movements were extremely slow, and he would blow lightly on the boy's flesh a few times before releasing it, as if he was afraid of causing the other party's pain, but the boy didn't make a sound until the grass was completely placed on the wound.

The boy didn't speak, neither did the boy, and the two of them remained silent like this.It wasn't until the boy's stomach was growling that he blushed and said, "Brother, I... I'm hungry."

Strangely enough, he walked out after speaking, without knowing where he was going.

"..."

When the boy came back full of joy, he was stunned for a moment, and the green fruit in his arms fell to the ground.It was because he saw that the young man who had not moved for a long time made a movement, and was struggling to pick up the stone beside him, as if he was about to cut off his neck.

Although the stone was not sharp, the seriously injured person was already weak, and his trembling hands kept shaking, but in the dim environment, this kind of suicide was scary enough.The boy was sweating profusely and didn't know how to stop it, so he had to pick up the green fruit and hand it to him, trembling: "Brother... eat, this, that can't be eaten."

The boy ignored him and just repeated the movement of wiping his neck.

The boy was quick to wit, grabbed the stone and took a bite.But this bite almost broke his small teeth.

"Here, it's hard, you can't eat it."

Then, he gnawed on the fruit he brought back, chewed it, and said: "This is sweet, I'll eat it for you."

juvenile:"……"

So stupid.

At this time, the boy finally raised his eyes, looked at the gap in the fruit, and suddenly stared at the boy.The boy couldn't hold back such hot eyes, his face flushed inadvertently, and his heart beat faster.

He really felt that the elder brother in front of him was so good-looking, that even if the mud covered his body, he couldn't stop those long eyes, like a fairy's face.

The fairy asked him, "Who are you?"

The child no longer looked at the boy, and choked for a long time with his head down: "I...I..."

"Do you know who I am?"

"do not know…"

The boy looked at the child's dull and stupid appearance, and thought it was a little funny, so he mocked: "Do you know you can't save people indiscriminately?"

"what?"

"I'm a big villain, I can eat people and drink blood."

For a child less than ten years old, cannibalism is enough to scare him away, but he actually said firmly: "You are not, you didn't eat me."

"Then when I get better, I'll eat all of you. Aren't you afraid?"

"Well, if brother gets better, he can eat anywhere."

"..."

The teenager couldn't understand why the other party was so persistent and refused to leave no matter what.

A gust of wind blew in, and the fire next to it moved with it, almost extinguishing it.Now the boy finally had a reason not to sit stupidly anymore. He put the green fruit in his hand on the clean leaves, went outside the cave to pick up the prepared branches and dead leaves, and kept throwing them into the fire.

But the young man didn't let him go, he just stared at him blankly, and chuckled lightly: "This place is not leeward, it will be extinguished soon."

"Ah... this... I'm sorry..."

The boy was puzzled: "What are you doing when you say sorry to me?"

"If it is turned off, brother will be cold."

After a few stacks of dry branches went down, the flame ignited again, and layers of red flames were imprinted on the child's pink face, revealing an unusual temperature.

For the first time, the boy felt that the sudden fire was so warm.

But, after all, it shouldn't belong to him.

The savior in front of me is neither relative nor relative, why save him?Have you saved him twice?Moreover, the origin of the other party is unknown, and he is still safe and sound under the thunder...

Either gifted or... not human.

Forget it, no matter whether he is human or not, anyway, his life is not long, so why bother to drag others into hell?

The boy fell silent again, unwilling to speak any more.

……

I don't know if it was because of the injury healed, or because of his natural temperament, but after a few days, the boy actually started to talk to the boy on his own initiative.

It's so strange, I promised myself not to have anything to do with anyone, but I just can't help but want to... lean over.

It may be that I have been in prison for too long, so long that it is cold and numb, and when the hope is extinguished, a warm sun comes, and the heat is so hot that it is really irresistible.

Even if it's a trap or poison, I'll admit it.

"You really don't have a name? Just the word 'Han'? You won't lie to me? Oh, forget it, let's call you 'Xiaohan', okay?"

"Xiao Han lives alone? Just live here?"

"Why did you come to this ghost place? Lost? Where is home?"

"..."

After repeated questioning, the child answered with a gnawing voice: "I... have no home... Some people say that there are flying gods here... I... I want to fly too, so here I am."

"Pfft! Hahahaha..." The young man was amused by his innocence. He propped his cheek and asked again: "Why do you want to fly? Do you want to see the scenery?"

"No, no..." The boy looked at his smile in a daze for a long time before replying: "People who can fly look very powerful, if I can fly... I don't have to be hungry... It's okay..."

His voice became less and less, so the young man had no choice but to lean over and ask, "What can I do..."

"Yes... ah!" The boy raised his eyes and met the clear smiling eyes of the young man. He panicked for a moment, and was so frightened that he turned his back on his back.

It's beautiful, it really is a fairy.

"Brother, are you a fairy?"

"I..." The young man wanted to answer seriously, but seeing the seriousness of the other party, he changed his tone and said, "Yes, I am the fairy on this mountain."

Although the child was young, after some contemplation, he asked softly, "Are those who chased you before also gods?"

The young man's eyes darkened, and the brightness just turned into stagnant water, and then flashed with deep-seated hatred, which really made people shudder.

"..."

The boy seemed to know that he said something wrong, and he didn't know how to please the other party, so he could only say angrily: "I know, they are bad gods. No, they are not gods, just like those bad guys outside, they always bully people."

"Brother is so good-looking, he must have a good heart."

The young man raised his eyebrows and said, "You are still judging people by their appearance at such a young age?"

After all, he actually liked this rhetoric very much, and the corners of his mouth were raised high, full of joy.But when he asked such a rhetorical question, the boy's face turned red.

"Hahahahaha..."

The boy kept laughing, almost bursting the freshly scabbed wound with laughter.

Shy and goofy and so much fun.

In the past, it was really a waste of work. The rules and regulations learned in the sect were extremely boring, and even being a disciple had to be classified according to spiritual endowment.

If this child is sent to cultivate immortals, will he become like those bastards...

"Xiaohan, don't go up the mountain, let's leave here together."

That's right, the scumbags who tortured him must have thought he was dead, and the rest of the faction wouldn't care about his comings and goings, it was a godsend chance to escape!Now, even if he goes homeless or begs, it is much better than the humiliated days before.

As long as this fire belongs to him forever, it won't be cold anymore.

However, the other party replied very simply: "No."

The smile froze on the boy's face, and he frowned, extremely disappointed.

... Also, they've only met a few times, who would go with a weirdo?

However, he does not give up.

"There are many bad people on the mountain. They will scold you, beat you, and torture you."

"Brother, you are fine."

"..." The sudden praise made the young man lose his voice, and he didn't know how to refute.He who was lying on the stone slab slowly sat up, looked at the green shade outside the cave, and sighed: "Yes. I am a good person, but I can't beat them, I can't protect you, they will bully you little one."

The open fire in the cave was blazing, which seemed to ignite the other party's fierce determination: "Then I will go up the mountain even more, and I will become the most powerful immortal. This way I can protect my brother."

Childish, stupid, overreaching.

Whoever said this sentence to the boy, he would definitely use these three words to describe the other party.

Seven years have passed, not long enough to see through this hypocritical fairyland on earth.He should have known earlier that the cause of all this was not his master's defection, but people's greedy desire.

The Gongsun family who overshadows the sky with one hand, the senior brothers who bully the weak, and the rules of three, six, nine, etc.

To put it simply, those with background and ability are the strong here, who want the wind to win the wind, and the rain to win the rain.And a person with nothing like him is an ant that can be trampled on.

Now, there is actually a fool who wants to be a stepping stone for those people.

Thinking that the two of them would live a life that was worse than pigs and dogs together, he stood up and grabbed the boy, and said in an almost commanding tone: "No, you are not allowed to go."

"…Why?"

"No reason, there's nothing good about cultivating immortals. When I recover from my injury, no, let's go now."

Don't want to wait for a moment.

"Ah? No..." Although he was rejected again by the other party, the boy bent down and lifted the thin child up without caring about the tearing of his back.

"Brother?! It's bleeding!!!" The boy was more concerned about the teenager's injuries than being forcibly taken away.Originally, the young man was supposed to rest and recuperate, but he insisted on walking around, and even moved forward with a heavy burden on his shoulders.

The piercing pain continued to erode his consciousness, causing the young man to clenched his teeth.The child on his shoulder couldn't smell the smell of blood, and didn't want to see the fairy brother suffer, so he could only cry: "I'm no longer a fairy, I'm not... woo... let me go..."

The teenager really stopped.

But what made him stop was not the distressing begging, but the blue and white fairy sword that fell from the sky, and a voice: "Stop."

Who?