The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

Xiaojing gritted his teeth and said: "Get out! Don't touch me!"

"I will do everything possible to recall the child's soul and reshape his flesh and blood. Maybe after three, five, five or six years, the child will come back."

Chu Hanyi said in a deep voice, and assured with a serious face: "That's my child too, I won't harm him."

Xiaojing smiled miserably, and he suddenly figured out why Yue Wuchen so resolutely chose to blew himself up in public.

Perhaps, Yue Wuchen also discovered the truth back then, and couldn't accept all of this, so he apologized with death.

If it is possible to bring the child back to life, I think Yue Wuchen's temper will end up at the price of his life in exchange for the child's rebirth.

But Yue Wuchen didn't.

Until his death, he never mentioned that child again.

Xiaojing knew very well in his heart that the child's soul should have been turned into pieces long ago, completely dissipated in the world, and could never be recalled again.

To die is to die.

How can a broken mirror be reunited if it is covered with water?

"...My child, my child." Xiaojing's face was pale, and cold sweat rolled down his temples.

His eyes went black for a while, he felt the world was spinning, his ears were buzzing, and his head seemed to explode.

The next moment, Chu Hanyi fell in front of him, raised his hand to support him, and called him in a low voice: "Xiaojing..."

"Don't call me Xiaojing again!"

Xiaojing raised his hand and swung his sword, but was shocked by the momentum and staggered back a step.I just felt the pain in my heart was unbearable, as if there were hands trying to tear him apart completely.

Chu Hanyi dodged sideways, raised his hand to grab his wrist, pulled it hard, and said through gritted teeth, "Where do you want to hide? Lin Jing, seven years have passed! My seat's patience with you is exhausted." There is not much left, if you don’t see any good, I will accept it, and this seat will..."

The rest, no matter what, I can't say it.

In fact, he couldn't help Xiaojing.

He just wanted to bring Xiaojing back to the Demon Realm.

Chu Hanyi wanted to make up for Xiaojing, for all the things he owed Lin Jing back then.

She wants to marry Xiaojing and let him be her queen.

When two people drink and peck, it is pre-determined that they will not owe each other.

But Xiaojing didn't want to go back with him, even to the death.

He raised his sword and wanted to stab Chu Hanyi again, but he raised his hand and knocked down the blade.

It quickly transformed back into a rib.

Chu Hanyi said calmly: "Seven years ago, you stole the magic bone from me, caused me to lose my spiritual power, and even pierced my heart with a sword. Seven years later, my avatar was gouged out again. A rib for you... and you mercilessly pierced my heart with a sword."

"Although I am a demon, I still feel heartache. Lin Jing, do you really have no part in your heart?"

Chu Hanyi said coldly, staring at Xiaojing with red eyes, "If you don't love me, then you were with me in the magic hall, and spent days and nights together... Didn't you have a good time? Since you I have forgotten all the things from the beginning, so, should I help you recall memories?"

"Don't say any more!"

Xiao Jing has lost his magic weapon, and in terms of cultivation, he can't beat the former Demon Emperor at all. If Lin Jing is still alive, he still has the power to fight, but he is Chang Xuan!

"Stop talking about it, I don't want to hear it! Those make me feel sick, so disgusting!"

"Disgusting?" Chu Hanyi's face gradually darkened, "Since you feel disgusting, why bother with Yue Wuchen? Can he understand you like me?"

Xiaojing mocked: "Yes, Yue Wuchen knows me better than you. I am no longer the same body as before, I am Chang Xuan now! Yue Wuchen is the first man in my life!"

"He just knows me better than you, and he can make me very happy."

"He not only taught me Taoism, but also taught me love, and even practiced it personally, letting me know what is good about Longyang."

"He can make me seven times a night, what are you!"

Xiao Jing's chest rose and fell violently. He was no longer the forbearing and well-behaved Lin Jing seven years ago.

It was the notorious Chang Xuan who was born in a small family!

Things that Lin Jing didn't dare and couldn't do.

Not only can Xiaojing do it, he also dares to do it.

He will no longer let others pinch his neck and humiliate him in bed, how to be debauched, how to be coquettish.

How the tide ebbs and flows, how the begonia weeps.There are all kinds of styles.

"Don't think that as long as you can humiliate people!" Xiao Jing showed a crazy expression on his face, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he pinched Chu Hanyi's neck with one hand.

Bang.

Chu Hanyi failed to take precautions in time. He never thought about Lin Jing who was so humiliated that he couldn't even lift his head, but could only grit his teeth and hold back tears.

One day, she will humiliate him in turn!

And compare him with Yue Wuchen!

Between the words, it is better to despise him than Yue Wuchen!

It just doesn't make sense!

Chu Hanyi raised his hand to grab Xiaojing's wrist, making a gesture to break it, when Luo Suxuan's heart-piercing cry suddenly sounded in his mind.

So that he was confused.

He was pinched by Xiaojing's neck and pressed hard against the stone pillar.

With a bang, the stones were shattered.

"How dare you bring up all kinds of things in the Demon Palace? Let me tell you, even seven years ago, you were not my first man!"

Xiao Jing sneered, the more he was afraid of some things, the easier it was for others to use them.

Instead of being picked up by Chu Hanyi, humiliate him time and time again.

It's better for him to say it himself.

"Before I fell into your hands, I have been in love with Yue Wuchen... Master, he is very powerful. Don't look at his serious and pure-hearted appearance on weekdays. In fact, in front of the Sanqing Statue, he is more fucking Everyone is amazing..."

Chu Hanyi gritted his teeth and said: "Stop talking! I don't want to hear it!" He raised his hand to catch Xiaojing, but Luo Suxuan came out to make trouble again in the next moment.

Compete with him for his body, and don't allow him to do anything to Xiaojing.

"Whether you want to listen or not is up to you. I have no master, no senior brother, no brothers, no friends, no children. I am not afraid of anything!"

Xiao Jing stared at Chu Hanyi, and continued, "It's not just one time, I have double-cultivated with Master many times, and he is much better than you, no matter what aspects he is in, he is much better than you!"

As he said that, his eyes gradually lowered and landed on Chu Hanyi's body, then he raised his eyes again, raising his brow provocatively, "You are far behind him, if I were you, in the past I'm too embarrassed to mention all kinds of things in the devil world."

"Oh, by the way, you once let so many Taoist disciples watch. Tell me, at that time, did they have more people watching you or me?"

Before Chu Hanyi could answer, Xiaojing said again: "It should be because there are so many people watching you. I think everyone was curious about who the Demon King was at the time. Secondly... the ability on the Demon King's bed is really impressive. It’s not flattering, but now that I think about it, it’s really ridiculous!”

"Shut up!"

Chu Hanyi wished he could grab Xiaojing's neck and tell him to stop talking.

But his left and right hands were entangled, and he couldn't get out at all. Luo Suxuan was like a dog's skin plaster, clinging to him tightly.

Those heart-piercing shouts shook Chu Hanyi's head so badly that it was about to split.

He looked at Xiao Jing angrily, obviously furious, but from his red eyes, tears of blood flowed slowly.

This is Luo Suxuan's tears of blood shed for Xiaojing, even though he has died, only a few remnants of soul are left.

We still have to do our best to protect Xiaojing.

Xiaojing looked into these eyes, as if seeing Luo Suxuan again.

He saw Luo Suxuan who was covered in blood, blind in both eyes, and died tragically in front of him.

When the past resurfaced, the boundary between love and hate has been blurred.

The more you hate, the more you love, and the more you love, the more you hate.

Xiaojing still can't find out the key points, and he can't get out of this ridiculous injustice.

Suddenly, as if he had been scalded by coals, he withdrew his hand abruptly.

Take a few steps back slowly.

Then turn around and run.

He ran forward desperately, and the cold wind made his clothes rattle.

Tears were blown into the air.

Ran out in a panic.

He didn't know what he was going to run.

I just felt like there was a pair of invisible big hands behind him, dragging him tightly.

I don't want to be reduced to someone else's crucible anymore, never again.

Xiao Jing fled down the mountain at night, raised his eyes and looked around, the world was at a loss.

I don't know where to go.

After a long time, he stopped panting.

I don't know when it snowed in the sky, and the cold snowflakes fell on Xiaojing's face.

When he raised his hand to touch it, the snow melted.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, and his whole body was on fire.

Xiaojing clutched his chest and staggered forward.

While walking, memories of the past kept flashing in my mind.

He suddenly remembered a lot of past events.

I remembered that when I was a child, I grew up in Taoist sect, and my master taught him swordsmanship, reading and writing.

Because he was still very young at that time, Master held his little hand, stroke by stroke, and patiently taught him how to move the brush and how to close it.

At that time, the master was not full of gray hair.

Although he is unsmiling, he is very gentle in front of him and will whisper his name softly.

I remembered that when I was a child, I was very afraid of thunder. Every time there was thunder, I would not dare to sleep by myself.

Brothers don't like sharing the same bed with others.

He had no choice but to sneak to find Master.

Once, it was raining heavily outside, with thunder and lightning.

He was so scared that he couldn't help but hid outside the master's hall and wept softly.

Later the hall door was opened from the inside, not only did Master not scold him, but he even waved at him.

When he slowly approached, the master raised his hand to touch his head, and asked softly, "Zai Zai, why are you crying?"

Zaizai is actually just a local dialect, which means children.

Generally, the elders in the family call their children that.

At that time, Master always called him by his first name and surname outside, and only in private could he show the kindness of an elder.

Xiao Linjing said: "Master, I'm so scared. There's a thunderstorm outside. There seem to be many ghost hands. They want to arrest me. I'm afraid."

Then the master said: "Don't be afraid, Zai Zai, the master will help you beat them away, no one will dare to hurt my disciples."

He would also pick him up from the ground, wipe off the rainwater on his body, and then put him on the bed.

Xiao Linjing was allowed to stay overnight in his bedroom.

Today, Master has not called him Zai Zai for many, many years.

Maybe even the master himself forgot that he once hugged his apprentice and yelled loudly.

He also once regarded his apprentice as a treasure.