Demon Lord, he is rebellious

"Shut your mouth!" Finally, Duan Xun couldn't bear it any longer. He took a step forward, and the Kunlun Sword in his hand was shining brightly, wrapped in tremendous power, and gave Zhong Lihuo a thunderous blow!

Zhong Lihuo's body was instantly engulfed by the blue light, turning his body into powder.

With a wave of Duan Xun's sleeves, the escaped soul before Zhong Lihuo came was received in a porcelain vase that had been prepared a long time ago.

Looking back at Xianyu Haoyang, at this time Xianyu Haoyang's mood is very unstable, his dark eyes are uncertain, his face is ashen, his whole body is surrounded by a kind of madness, depression, and despair, and he is faintly insane precursor.

Duan Xun turned pale with shock, quickly drew a meditation spell in mid-air with his fingertips, tapped it between Xianyu Haoyang's eyebrows, and shouted: "Meditate silently! Hold on to the dantian!"

After a while, Xianyu Haoyang's eyes receded into darkness and returned to normal, but he still stood motionless with his head down, like a statue, lifeless.

"Haoyang, what's wrong with you, Haoyang?" Duan Xun was terrified by his abnormal behavior.Hastily stepped forward and grabbed Xianyu Haoyang's hand.

Xianyu Haoyang still stood there motionless, his mind was extremely chaotic, and Master's voice could be faintly heard one after another in his ears, he subconsciously shielded his five senses, he didn't want to listen, he was afraid that what he heard would lead him unbearable.

He was afraid that the master would show disgust in his eyes, and he was afraid that the master would say that he was not worthy to be his disciple.

He was afraid that Master would not want him...

He seemed to have fallen into a bizarre dream, and for a while he was standing in the sea of ​​corpses laughing wildly, and countless people rushed towards him with fairy swords, and the leader was his god.

He looked at himself with indifference and disgust, Xianyu Haoyang wanted to shout loudly, he wanted to say to Master: Master, please, don't look at me like this!I am afraid.

In the next second, the Kunlun sword passed through his heart accurately.Xianyu Haoyang looked at the master holding the sword in astonishment, his handsome face was full of indifference, and a cold voice came out of his mouth: "You are not worthy to be my disciple!"

Suddenly the picture changed, and he became a little slave who was struggling to survive on the Mobei grassland. He didn't have enough to eat, couldn't wear warm clothes, and was beaten, insulted, and even played with by the slave owner.

He desperately resisted, he wanted to sacrifice the fairy sword to kill them, but found that he didn't have any spiritual power at all, he was an ordinary mortal who couldn't be more ordinary!

He was helpless to everything, crying and screaming, and a group of beasts dressed in human skin reveled on him.Every time he thought he had reached the limit of hell, he always saw that there was still a lot deeper in hell.

This time, there was no such person as a banished fairy to save him.

Master, help me!Master, don't want me!

……

Someone called Xianyu Haoyang's name in his ear, and that voice rang out over and over again tirelessly, the voices colliding like strings of jade, elegant and moving.

Xianyu Haoyang felt very familiar, he remembered, it was Master's voice!

Unlike the cold and disgusting tone in the dream, this voice is soft and full of warmth, soothing the wounded heart over and over again.

His consciousness wandered towards the place of the sound, he thought that the warm voice was closer, and then a little closer, a light suddenly lit up, and Xianyu Haoyang opened his eyes.

He didn't know where he was, he stared at the white gauze on the top of the bed, stared blankly for a long time, vaguely recalled the faint lotus fragrance lingering in his nose and the warm voice in his dream, took a deep breath, feeling a little uncomfortable Willing to continue to think, he is afraid that after looking forward to it, he will be deeply disappointed.

If I hadn't met my master, would I have dragged my dirty body through this life like in a dream?

He wanted to go to Master, to beg him, to tell him that I knew I was wrong.Even if, even if it will be like in the dream, the master will kill him with a sword...

He gritted his teeth and struggled to get out of bed, but there was a sharp pain in his head, which made him dizzy and fell straight down.

"What are you doing! You can't get out of bed these few days." An elegant and moving voice sounded, and Xianyu Haoyang, who wanted to keep getting up, was stunned, his body seemed to be frozen.