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The air seemed to freeze, and no one spoke for a long time.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Shen Budu's fair face was almost transparent, his eyes became darker and darker, and his pupils fixedly looked at Xie Jianhuan in front of him.His expression didn't seem to change at all, but when he looked closely, he found that his fingertips resting on the edge of the seat were trembling uncontrollably.

He finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "Say it again."

Xie Jianhuan no longer dared to look him in the eyes anymore, his chest was so painful that he could barely breathe, the tip of his tongue was numb, and he repeated what he said just now with all his courage and strength: "...you are unworthy, true The identity is a member of the Heavenly Demon clan."

He looked down at the drinking light sword in front of him, thinking maybe in the next moment, Shen Budu would use it to pierce his chest.

But nothing.He owed Shen Budu, which could not be repaid with one life.

"You always knew?"

Xie Jianhuan was slightly startled, realizing that Shen Budu was asking him if he knew his identity all along.Although it is meaningless to say anything at this time, but what Shen Budu wants to know, he will not hide any more.

"No." He whispered, "I only found out after you... fell off the cliff."

Shen Budu inspected him with eyes, as if confirming the authenticity of his words.After a long time, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Tell me everything exactly. If you dare to lie about one word..."

He looked at Xie Jianhuan coldly, "I'll clean up the door myself today."

Xie Jianhuan smiled wryly and nodded in agreement.

"The first time I came to this world was the time when the magic tablet broke in the third year of cultivation 310..."

In fact, the Sky Demons do not have exact age divisions like human beings, they simply divide the growth process into three parts, namely infancy, growth and adulthood.If converted by human age, Xie Jianhuan was only about five or six years old at that time.

His demon blood and memory were sealed by someone, his mind was muddled, he couldn't even speak, he didn't know where he came from, let alone what he was going to do.He lives by instinct, drinks river water or rainwater when he is thirsty, catches pheasants and hares to eat raw when he is hungry, and even dare not come out for activities during the day, because of his soaring evil spirit, everyone regards him as an ominous monster, like treating an animal Expelled, beat and scolded like a sacrifice.

In fact, he was no different from an animal at that time.

This kind of life passed for several years, until one day, he met Shen Budu.

He couldn't figure out why that clean young man in white was willing to approach him and talk to him, and he didn't even think he was ugly or dirty, so he reached out to touch him.

He shrank back uneasily, desperately trying to hide himself, not because he was worried that this person was going to hurt him, but because he was afraid that his appearance and evil spirit would scare the other person.

However, that person was neither afraid nor disgusted. He took him away from the small ruined temple, took him into a place with light, and began to teach him to hold his head up and be a "person" dignifiedly.

"From now on, you'll be called 'Jianhuan'." In spring and March, the sun is warm, and the pure white pear blossoms outside the window are shivering with fine shadows.Shen Budu wrote two big characters on the rice paper with a pen, and said to him with a smile, "I hope everyone who sees you will be happy."

He will always remember that spring in March, when everything was revived, and his sleeves were full of fragrance. He had a name with the best meaning, and the best master in the world.

It seems that three days and three nights can't finish the master's kindness to him.He accidentally burned Master's Bihai Pavilion, Master only held his burned palm and frowned and asked him if it hurt;

He was secretly scolded by other disciples in the sect, and was maliciously isolated and excluded. The master specially held a morning meeting to rectify his name in front of thousands of disciples;

He is withdrawn and silent and doesn't like to talk. The head of Luoxia Sect deliberately mocked that Shen Budu had accepted a dumb person, and the master ordered him to go into battle to "compete" with that head, and then smiled and said to the defeated Luoxia Sect: "People who don't talk often like to do practical things, and those who talk a lot are usually embroidered pillows. Do you think that's the reason?"

Master not only teaches him and takes care of him, but also protects and maintains him.The once broken dignity was picked up bit by bit by the other party, carefully put together, and then solemnly handed over to him: "You are no different from others, even better than many people."

He asked sincerely, "Why are you so kind to me?"

"Because you are a very good child." Master replied with a smile, "You deserve to be treated well by others."

You were a very good kid.

Not a monster, not a beast, not a disaster star, but a very good child who deserves to be treated well by others.

A shell in my heart was quietly broken, and something slipped in cunningly, and was tightly protected by him, hiding in a place where no one could see.

From then on, he knew that no one in this world would treat him better than Shen Budu.

He also knows that there will be no one in this world who is more important to him than Shen Budu.

For this reason, he practiced hard day and night, desperately learning all the things he could learn, not for anything else, just to make himself grow up as soon as possible, to have the qualifications and abilities to always stand behind that person, and to guarantee Don't let others replace you.

Sometimes Shen Budu would scold him for working too hard and ask him: "Aren't you tired?"

He always replied: "Not tired."

Really not tired.Compared with the satisfaction and joy of chasing and accompanying each other, what is a little tiredness and suffering?

Even all the pain and injustice experienced in the early years of life have been explained. It seems that only after he has survived these hardships can he have the opportunity to meet the most unique and important person in his life.

After many years, he has finally fully grown up, his stature is half a head taller than Shen Budu's, and his cultivation has also been on the list of heaven, so that no one dares to underestimate him anymore.When people mention Shen the head of Tianya Canghaimen, they often also mention his extremely talented apprentice. Every time he hears these two names side by side, it can make him feel a secret, inadequacy... For the joy of outsiders.

He had thought that the days would go on like this forever.

Until the arrival of the New Year's Eve.

The two juniors went out to perform missions a few days ago and were not in the sect.The day before Shen Budu made an appointment with him to go out to play together on the New Year's Eve, and then go to Furong Street to watch the lanterns in the evening.

He was overjoyed and immediately agreed.But on the day of New Year's Eve, Shen Budu went out temporarily due to urgent matters. Before leaving, he told him that he would try his best to come back to watch the lanterns with him at night. The views are unobstructed.

He was not disappointed, still nodded and said yes.For him, it doesn't matter where he looks at the lights, and being able to spend that festival with that person is already an unexpected joy that he dare not dream about.

There was a lot of snow that day, the ground was covered with silver, and crystal clear icicles hung on the branches of the trees. The school was extremely lively, with young disciples chasing each other and running around, wrapping snow with their frozen pink hands. The ball played a snowball fight, and the sound of cheerful laughter fluttered on the snow-covered ground.

He also had a rare smile on his face. He arrived at Guying Peak just after noon, and found a small pavilion to sit down and wait. Apart from anticipation, there was actually a trace of nervousness that only he knew.

He waited for an hour, got up and left Guying Peak, and when he came back, he had a thick cloak in his hand, sat down and continued to wait.

After another hour, he left again, and when he came back, he brought a pot of good Lihuabai and a few boxes of various snacks, which filled the stone tables in the pavilion to the brim.

Half an hour later, he ran down for the third time and came back again. This time he asked for a few beautiful lanterns from a few young disciples and took them back to decorate the four corners of the pavilion, thinking that if the master came back too late , nor will there be no lights to see.

After finishing everything, he looked at the brightly decorated and beaming pavilion, and then looked at the full of things in the pavilion, and suddenly became hesitant again.

Will it be too complicated and grand?

When the master came back and saw these things, would he laugh at him, or... guess what?

He was a little apprehensive, and got up and wanted to take off those lanterns, but after struggling for a while, he withdrew his hand.

The sky gradually darkened, and heavy snow fell in the sky again, each piece was so big that it fell on the face with a icy cold.

From the small pavilion, you can see the hustle and bustle of Furong Street at the foot of the mountain, and the golden red lights flicker on and off. It seems that you can feel the warmth of being in it just by looking at it.

What Master said is right, the view here is really the best.

Looking at the sky, he reckoned that Shen Budu might be back soon, so he got up for the third time and picked up the pot of Lihuabai, intending to warm it again with warm water.

The moment he got up, something happened——

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated sharply, his eyes became blurred, his skin was hot and hot, and something that had been suppressed for a long time gradually recovered in his body, and then boiled and burned, roaring to break through the cage and imprisonment——

At that time, he didn't know that it was the demon blood and the identity of the demon who broke the seal.

He had a bad intuition, and immediately tried to suppress it with the Soul Clearing Art, but the Soul Clearing Art that could be used to suppress the evil energy was completely ineffective at this time, and the invisible thick black air quickly invaded his spiritual platform, and the pitch-black pupils gradually appeared. There was a strange blood red in his mind, and there was a strong thought driving him, only one word: kill——!

His will and self-control have always been firm, but at this time, he didn't know whether it was the backlash of the long-imprisoned demon blood, or some other reason, he couldn't control his body at all, and could only look at his right hand with bulging veins. With a sudden force, he crushed the bottle of warm Lihuabai.

The aroma of wine overflowed, and the clear wine and broken white porcelain fell into the snow-white ground together.He drew out the drinking light sword at his waist, and step by step left the small pavilion hung with red lotus lanterns, and walked towards the guying peak where the cold wind was howling.

A few hours ago, how much he expected Shen Budu's figure to appear here, now he has the fearful and hopeless hope that the other party will never appear again.

Unfortunately, his master never missed his appointment.

The latter situation had appeared in his nightmares thousands of times.He saw Shen Budu's pale and bloodless face, and saw the other party coughing gently with his hands covering his lips.He wanted to put that warm and heavy cloak on the opponent, and wanted to block him from the cold wind at the entrance of the peak, and asked him what was wrong; Shen Budu's heart stabbed.

He really tried his best, exhausted all his will to fight against the demonic blood and evil thoughts, but in the end the tip of the sword pierced in, but avoided the heart part a little, and penetrated into the man's rib.

Hot blood splashed on the snow, and soon condensed into bright red ice flowers.Shen Budu's lips parted slightly because of astonishment, his eyes were shocked, puzzled, confused, sad, but there was no hatred.

When he was stabbed with a sword by the apprentice he taught carefully, he still didn't hate.

The glaring blood finally awakened some of his sanity, the sword pierced Shen Budu's body, but made him tremble with pain, he couldn't bear the pain, and desperately said the last few weak words: "Master... I'm sorry."

But apologizing is completely meaningless at this point.

When he finally desperately regained control of his body and frantically pursued Shen Budu's figure, what he saw was the scene of Shen Budu falling into Guying Peak.

Without hesitation, he immediately jumped down.

If the wish that was with you for the rest of your life still cannot be realized in the end...

At least for this moment, let me accompany you to die together, which is considered complete.