After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

"Send it back?"

Fang Xingjian's voice was a little hoarse, and he could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

He patted the small soil bag in front of him lightly, and there was a small wooden sign on it, with two small characters neatly engraved on it: Dou'er.

In the end, Fang Xingjian didn't face Maotou and his family directly, and asked Wen Ziyi to send back Dou'er's silver bracelet with a verbal obituary.

For the family, the news of the death was already too heavy to let them know the cause of the child's death.

Wen Ziyi nodded: "It's delivered to him."

Fang Xingjian's eyes stayed on the small patch of soil for a long time, and he asked after a while, "Then how are they?"

Wen Ziyi walked around to Fang Xing's sword, and carefully took his hand. The icy white and slender knuckles were covered with mud and small wounds. This mound was dug out by the master himself.

His magic power was as soft as a hot spring, washing away the dirt on Fang Xingjian's hands, he unconsciously intertwined his fingers, and said while rubbing:

"They were very sad. I also said what Master told me. The child was not tortured, but died instantly."

Fang Xingjian regained his senses, frowned, pulled his hand out, and said displeasedly:

"I just asked you to put it mildly. You made them even more sad."

Wen Ziyi suddenly fell to the ground, her hand still maintained the original movement, paused for a moment, then lowered it naturally, and said in a low voice: "What the master told me is that I took the liberty."

Fang Xingjian sighed, he shouldn't blame Wen Ziyi, after all, he dared not face Dou'er's family, he didn't know how Maotou would react, but he didn't want to see any kind of reaction.

Even though Dou'er didn't die because of him, but everything was related to him, Fang Xingjian couldn't persuade himself to get rid of the crime.

Wen Ziyi didn't say much anymore, and led his master towards the main hall. He promised Fang Xingjian that he would disperse all the demon cultivators in the demon hall.

Fang Xingjian found a place and sat down quietly, with the long sword beside him.

At this time, there were only two people waiting in the main hall. They were the second of the three hall masters under Mozun, and they were already first-class masters, but they were still no match for Fang Xingjian.

One of them was the six-armed demon cultivator who was cut half to death by Fang Xingjian that day. He had recovered more than half of his body at this time, and was glaring at him fiercely, but due to Fang Xingjian's strength, he dared not make any moves.

Six-armed Demon Cultivator is a spider in the form of one of the three masters called Weaving Prison.

Among the three, he is the weakest in strength, but has the greatest temper.

Zhiyu didn't dare to yell at Mozun and Jianxiu, so he had to turn the gun around and reprimanded the listener on the other side:

"The lord has arrived, but the man with thousands of faces hasn't arrived yet. Is he busier than the lord!"

"What's his opinion on such a big matter?"

He spoke in a strange way, and anyone could hear the resentment in his words.

Ting Ming looked worried, ignored the anger in Zhi Prison's words, instead turned to look at Wen Ziyi, and persuaded:

"My lord, have you really thought about it? If this group of people is scattered, the nature of demon cultivators will be hard to restrain, and they will still go out to do evil. Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?"

"Why don't you find a better way to solve these things slowly?"

Fang Xingjian sat quietly at his highness, watching Wen Ziyi's response.

Wen Ziyi was dressed in a black robe, sitting on the high palace at this time, half dragging her chin, looking bored, her golden pupils would only become more enthusiastic when they passed Fang Xingjian's side.

"Qianmian won't come today, I've already told him about it, as for the demon cultivators who will make trouble in the future..."

"It doesn't matter, as long as I hear about it once, I will destroy it once, until they have no ability to make trouble again."

"Your Highness!"

Even Zhi Prison, who has always respected him, was shocked by Wen Ziyi's words. Does he know what he is talking about?

Wen Ziyiqiang, he is unquestionable, but he was the one who led them to build the Demon Palace, and he is the one who announced today that he would destroy the Demon Cultivator!

Was their hard work worthless in his eyes over the years?

Weaving Prison led his brothers to rush to Lingyan Mountain that day, and found that most of the orthodox monks were killed or injured at this time.

For them, it was a heaven-sent opportunity. Righteousness and evil have been incompatible since ancient times. Righteous monks have oppressed and squeezed them for countless years. Now this world, this blessed land, has turned into fat and flew to their mouths.

Just waiting to take a bite, you can sit on the ground and fly!

However, this sword cultivator not only ruined the good deed of Weaving Prison, and made him lose such a big face, but also dared to let Mozun scatter this group of demon cultivators directly!

The most hateful thing is Wen Ziyi, just one sentence, he is about to give up the world that is at his fingertips.

Weaving Prison couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately scolded angrily: "People who are not of our race must have a different mind, my lord, don't be confused by your mind!"

Wen Ziyi didn't even bother to give them eyes, she just looked at the master flatteringly, and asked, "So, what does the master think?"

Fang Xingjian frowned slightly, but still said: "Don't talk about next time, I don't even want to see this tragedy."

Wen Ziyi murmured, nodded, and turned to the two hall masters: "Did you hear that? According to Master, if I discover any murders, I will wipe them out immediately."

Ting Ming seemed to have never known this person before, his eyes widened, the scales on his cheeks turned up, and a sinister light shone: "Young master, have you decided to do this?"

Wen Ziyi nodded, "As long as Master is happy, it's okay to kill them all, a group of subordinates, if they change, there will be new ones."

"Go ahead, what are you still doing?"

Zhi Prison's teeth were grinding, and Ting Ming had been with him for many years, and in this situation, Ting Ming probably wouldn't give up on him.

After all the calculations, he was the only one who had nothing to do with fetching water from a bamboo basket.

But before Zhiyu refused, it was Tingming who spoke first: "My lord, if you decide to do this, forgive me for not being able to follow my lord any longer."

Wen Ziyi's movements suddenly changed, and it was still the same lazy movement, exuding a faint killing intent, which made people feel chills on their backs and their hair stand on end.

Zhi Prison was already frozen in place, subconsciously looking at Ting Ming, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Tingming, I can pretend that I didn't hear what I just said."

Zhiyu had been by his side for so many years, and this was the first time he saw Wen Ziyi give in.

But Tingming was merciless, and said indifferently: "Thank you for the kindness of the Lord, but I can't accept that my master has to obey the orders of others."

"Tingming can only be under one person, please forgive me."

Fang Xingjian raised his eyebrows, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

Wen Ziyi had a funny expression on her face, but her eyes were as cold as ice, and she looked at Ting Ming as if she saw a corpse.

On the contrary, Zhiyu was the one who made the most noise at the scene. These people were all above him in cultivation. If there was a fight, he would not be able to please him at all.

After a pause for a long while, the sweat on Zhiyu's forehead slid down his cheeks, and Wen Ziyi said softly:

"Okay, Ting Ming, I'll let you go."

"What about you? Do you want to leave together?"

Zhiyu hurriedly nodded, Wen Ziyi, who could kill all the former servants in a blink of an eye, how could he continue to follow him, even if he didn't know when he would sell him out.

Ting Ming knelt down respectfully and kowtowed three times in the hall, the ancient snake demon said threateningly: "My lord, I hope you will not regret all your actions today."

Wen Ziyi seemed amused by his words, covered her mouth with her fists and let out a muffled laugh, which made Zhiyu's heart beat wildly.

He shook his head, and when he looked up again, his pair of golden pupils seemed to be looking at a stranger, looking directly at His Highness's old friend.

Wen Ziyi's tone was so cold that it was almost scumbag: "Except for Master's matter, I will never regret it. Even if I am killed in the future, it is only your luck."

"Tingming, I'm waiting for the day when you can kill me."

Ting Ming's complexion changed, and without further words, he turned around with Zhi Prison and left the hall.

The setting sun was about to slant outside, and the color of dusk shone through the palace door into the empty main hall. Wen Ziyi leaned half on the throne, her long eyelashes were half closed, and a pair of golden pupils looked at her feet deeply.

He heard Master's footsteps sounding softly, stepped up the steps step by step, and walked in front of him.

A pair of black boots appeared in sight.

Wen Ziyi looked along his toes, Fang Xingjian blocked the light outside the hall, with the sword in his right hand, standing straight in front of him.

Just like before.

Wen Ziyi hooked her lips slightly, and smiled innocently, even the curvature of the corners of her eyes outlined a simplicity.

He was a little tired, but he still smiled and asked for credit: "Master, now there is no magic cultivator by my side, not even one."

Fang Xingjian looked at him, and for some reason, Wen Ziyi was obviously the most threatening person in the world, but at this moment he revealed a bit of defeat, he looked like a soaked dog running under the eaves to hide from the rain.

Although this underdog can bite off his neck.

If you think about it, Fang Xingjian shouldn't stay by Wen Ziyi's side anymore, letting him fend for himself is already his greatest gift.

Or they should fight each other to the death, so it can be regarded as his way of revenge as a sword cultivator.

At least it shouldn't be like this, and it shouldn't be close to Wen Ziyi anymore.

Fang Xingjian was speechless for a while, and finally just raised his hand, with the light behind his back, and gently pressed Wen Ziyi's hair.

He couldn't help but think that many years ago, the child who hadn't reached the sword level was defeated by Que Shuangrong, and quietly hid in the corner holding the soft light sword and crying, crying restrained and carefully, for fear of being discovered.

Fang Xingjian would only lean against the boulder outside the bamboo forest, stop people who accidentally pass by, and give the child a place to cry quietly.

This is my silent comfort as a master.

Wen Ziyi froze all over, raised her eyes abruptly, and slammed into Fang Xingjian's eyes, all the loneliness was dispelled by the warmth circulating in them.

Fang Xingjian said, "And you."

Wen Ziyi was stunned: "What?"

Fang Xingjian slightly raised his lips in a familiar arc. In the Demon Realm, Wen Ziyi had seen this expression countless times. It was gentle and full of vigor, like a sun that would never set.

It was so bright that Wen Ziyi felt hot inside.

Fang Xingjian said: "And you are a demon cultivator. You scattered others and restrained them from doing evil, but you are left unattended."

Wen Ziyi's golden pupils formed a straight line, looking at Fang Xingjian in disbelief, her heart almost jumped out, and tremblingly said:

"Master, I, yes, I do all kinds of evil, I'm so bad, if no one restrains me, I will only do all kinds of evil..."

Fang Xingjian raised his hand and tapped it lightly, and Wen Ziyi, who was terrified by the whole world of cultivating immortals, looked at him pitifully at this moment, raised his hand to cover his head, and shamelessly grabbed Master's hand to prevent him from leaving.

Fang Xingjian's tone was very light, but his voice hit his heart heavily:

"In the world, besides me, who else can watch you."

He also secretly comforted himself in his heart, waiting until Wen Ziyi turned back into a good person, until he no longer threatened others, and until Fang Xingjian could put it down by himself.

Wait until then to go.