After I cheated to die, I met the demon king who tried to die for love

In an instant, Xing Lin's hairs blew up, his mind went blank, and he forgot all he had thought just now, clasped his palms, and hurried to get lucky.

"You dare to move him, put it down!" A shout came from the entrance of the cave.

The second elder walked in slowly from the outside, as if he was a reptile and it was difficult for him to stand up.

Although he moved slowly, the fat man didn't dare to neglect, threw Xing Lin in his arms, and hurriedly knelt down, "Master, why are you here?"

He was very aggrieved, "Why can't this person move? The apprentice knows that he is the lampkeeper to be elected. If he plays, he will die. Is this one more?"

The second elder let out his nose and said with a sneer: "He has been selected, do you still dare to move?"

The fat man raised his head in surprise, looked at Xing Lin, and smiled sinisterly, "Yo, then he's lucky..."

There was clearly no fear in his tone.

The second elder sighed, "I think the young lord has taken a fancy to him, so be careful."

"Young Honorable Master? Are you interested in him?"

The fat man pouted, "Master, you lied to me, who did the Young Master take a fancy to? He didn't even say a word all day, did he tell you?"

The Second Elder rolled his eyes at him, "Stupid! Do you still remember the last time, when the Young Master was in a small town by the southeast sea, why did he turn the little disciples from the Nine Sects of that town into ashes?"

On that day, the little Demon Zun Tianzhu was walking aimlessly in the market. A tea stand in front of him was surrounded by people on three floors inside and three floors outside. The story of the three-day and three-night battle between myself and the little demon king at the seaside of Xianwang.

The little Demon Venerable was fascinated by what he heard, and stared straight at the big man, who suddenly blushed, and said anxiously: "What are you looking at! Have you never seen a cultivator!"

He grabbed it forward, just in time to touch the finger of the little demon who was holding the tea bowl. The little demon turned his fingers around, bent his fingers into a hook, and pushed forward along Hu Wan's arm, a wave of karmic fire emanated from the palm of his hand. After rushing away, in an instant, that Hu Wan turned into countless dust under the broad daylight.

Afterwards, Mozun once asked him why he killed that person—after all, Zhenjiumen is the third-ranked sect among the immortal sects, and easily killed his disciples. Little things.

Unexpectedly, the little demon frowned and only said one word.

"dirty."

The master suddenly mentioned this matter, but the fat man didn't understand the connection between the two.

The second elder gave him an inscrutable smile, "Wait, if I say he likes him, he must have liked him."

He bowed his hands to the snow-white Xing Lin, and put on another completely different smile, "I'm reckless, I offended my brother, please forgive me."

What he said just now was broken in front of Xing Lin, but he didn't care about it. While speaking politely, he looked at Xing Lin wantonly, and asked, "I don't know what to call my little brother?"

After these reversals, countless thoughts flashed through Xinglin's mind, and he replied, "My name is Yu..."

He reacted and changed his words in an instant, "It's like... the same, the same on the outside and the same on the inside."

The second elder praised him, "Good name."

Pointing outward with one hand, "Please follow me."

Xing Lin turned his head, the old man and Xiao Jin were kneeling on the ground trembling, he followed the second elder and walked out in a daze.

After leaving the cave, the thin sunlight sprinkled in the forest, and Xinglin bathed in it, still feeling like a dream.

There was a scream behind him.

It's Xiaojin.

Xing Lin turned around, his pale lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word, his heart was empty.

The second elder walked ahead alone, "If you want to go, go quickly, I don't care too much."

Xing Lin finally turned his head and stepped forward. His body was covered with fine sweat, which flowed more and more, converging into large beads of sweat, which rolled forward from his head, neck, and back, and something pressed against him. With his back, he couldn't stand upright.

The second elder thought to himself in front of him and said: "Let's forget about the moon cave, and act according to the Lord's will in everything. Below the Lord is the Young Lord, and below the Young Lord is me. Originally, the person who chooses to keep the lamp should also report to the Lord, but the Lord The treasure hunter has gone and has not returned for several days, and the young lord has gone to the southeast sea since he gave the water, and has not returned yet—anyway, he likes you, so today I will be the master and send you to offer the lamp."

Xing Lin followed behind in silence, and then he asked, "What do I need to do?"

The second elder shook his hand and said with a smile, "Lampkeeper, you don't have to do anything, you just need to serve in front of the ghost lamp every day, maintain a pure Yang body, and not go out unless summoned by the three of us, that's enough .”

Xing Lin didn't respond, but actually he wanted to ask, "What kind of favorite do I like?"

He has dabbled in a wide range of miscellaneous books since he was a child, and knows a thing or two about all kinds of secrets. He has just experienced the fat man's almost fatal frivolity, and his heartstrings are really tense.

But he couldn't ask.

Biting his lower lip aimlessly, he decided to follow the trend and play by ear.

When he arrived at the Wangyue Cave, the second elder stopped moving forward. He said: "This Wangyue Cave is the most important thing in Huishuo Mountain. Except for the lamp keepers, all kinds of wandering corpses and scattered souls dare not enter. You are here!" The cave is perfectly safe—how lucky you are!"

His bright eyes were about to smile, "Besides you, only the young master often comes - he meditates in front of the ghost lamp, absorbing Yin Qi."

Seeing Xing Lin's brilliant expression, the Second Elder said: "Don't worry, the Young Master is very easy to get along with, as long as you keep your mouth shut and don't annoy him, you can save your life."

The second elder stretched out his hand into the cave and said with a smile, "Please."

The black hole of Wangyue Cave was so big and empty inside, and the countless invisible lights in the deepest part seemed to be waiting for him to enter.

Xing Lin clenched his jaw, grinding his upper teeth to his lower ones. He slowly stepped inside, walking towards the darkness step by step.

Passing through the dilapidated first-floor hole, entering the fork, then passing through the deep corridor, entering the fork again, he came to the center of Wangyue Cave for the second time.

There were two futons placed in front of the lamp, far apart, Xinglin sat cross-legged on one of them, resting his chin, staring at the glowing lamp and staring blankly.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and there is no sky in the cave. There is no distinction between day and night, no day and twelve hours, and there is only endless waiting, waiting, waiting without purpose.

He didn't know how long it was, maybe 30 days, maybe [-] days, maybe [-] days, anyway, at an extremely normal time, that person came back from outside.

The young master of Wangyue Cave, Tianzhu, he was still dressed in black, his face seemed to be made of ice and snow, when he saw Xinglin in front of the lamp, his eyes stopped for a moment.

Xing Lin stared at him without missing a second, trying to find some clues from his calm expression.

And then... He almost failed, clutching his stomach and almost laughing.

The second elder had lost sight of him, Tianzhu didn't like him at all, Xing Lin suspected that he no longer remembered himself.

Tianzhu occupied another futon, closed his eyes and practiced without distraction, as if he was the only one here.

Finally, Xing Lin didn't have to guess randomly what the Second Elder meant by "fancy", and quietly pulled the futon aside.

In the darkness and firelight, he closed his eyes and could do nothing but wait.

Maybe after a cup of tea, maybe half an hour later, he opened his eyelids a little.The person on the other futon sat as firmly as a mountain.The hands are clasped together, protecting the dantian, and the long eyelashes at the boundary between the upper and lower eyelids are surprisingly long.

Half a day later, Xing Lin endured to the extreme, and secretly lifted his eyelids again, the other person on the futon was still as motionless as a mountain.Dressed in black, it almost melted into the darkness.

At first, it was extremely difficult. Being alone in the cave, whether he was anxious, bored, or dazed, he could lie down, run wild, and make any movement at will, reminding himself that he was still a living person.

But with the second person, the one who made all the families of the immortal sect run away, Xing Lin naturally didn't dare to mess around.He was silent, and he was also silent.

Just when Xing Lin thought he was going crazy, the lame old man sent him out.

It turns out that the lamp keeper is not guarding the lamp every day, he can also go out to take a bath every few days.

The old man stopped and shook his head.

Xinglin never asked Xiaojin again.

He passed by the corpse array where Hu Zhengru and the loose cultivator were imprisoned, without squinting.

When he left the cave this time, he learned that the Lord had returned and brought back a "treasure", which was said to be a casual cultivator, very arrogant, and his cultivation was extremely high, and he was locked up with Hu Zhengru.

It was only then that he realized that the so-called treasure hunting tool is to find people, find suitable people and refine them into murderous corpses, so it is called "tool".

He suffered for many days in the cave, and seeing the old man couldn't help pouring out bitter water, "Two people in the cave are more aggrieved than one in the cave. This young lord has not said a word for several days. Sitting all day long like a Buddha statue."

The old man smiled slightly, "Our young lord has always been like this, he is easy to get along with, he is not as unpredictable as his apprentice, who kills people at every turn."

He hid his hand in his bosom and stretched out two fingers, and immediately retracted them.

Easy to get along with?Xing Lin Moran, if the Baijia of Xianmen heard these three words, they don't know how they would feel.

The old man led him to a small lake, squatted on a stone, and waited for him to take a bath.Chatted: "When this young lord first came, I had very little contact with him. For at least ten years, I thought he was dumb. The first time I heard him speak, I was shocked."

"After he grew up, the Lord paid more and more attention to him. He practiced in front of the lamp every day, and we couldn't see him. When he left the Wangyue Cave, he went down the mountain and went to the sea. When he came back a few days later, he still entered the cave. I have almost never seen him wandering in Huishuo Mountain, and I seldom heard him talking nonsense. Probably wizards are always different from ordinary people."

Wizards?Xing Lin felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Although he was excited to go out of the cave, all he heard was news that he didn't want to hear. Xinglin went back dejectedly, only to find that Tianzhu had disappeared.

He went down again.

There was no sound when I came to the cave, and there was no news when I went down the mountain.After repeating this several times, Xing Lin gradually got used to his demeanor, the two of them did not disturb each other, and went about their own business.

What Xing Lin didn't know was that every time Tianzhu went down the mountain and went to sea, it was a catastrophe for the people in Xianmen. Confused the two of them, and directly referred to Tianzhu as the Demon Lord.

I don’t know how many times Tiantou went out and how many times he came back, the weather turned cold and then returned to spring, the lake water froze and then melted, maybe on a certain day in the second year, Xinglin couldn’t tell whether it was day or night. He can sit in front of the lamp for dozens of hours, because no one talks to him, he is used to not speaking, when someone talks to him, he reacts slowly and his tongue is dull.

The reason for coming to Huishuo Mountain, he has less and less thought of, the reason for staying in the cave is because he wants to live.

Alive, probably because he can't die at the moment.

It won't be long before he will gradually become a clay sculpture in front of the lamp.

At this time, there was a sound of heavy, stumbling footsteps from the fork behind him.

This was not the footsteps Xing Lin was used to, he slowly opened his eyelids.

He turned his head, and the light of thousands of lights illuminated the entrance of the cave, so it turned out to be so clear.

His black clothes were soaked that day—heavily drenched with blood, and his face was no longer indifferently white, but pale due to excessive blood loss.The original light, silent and well-controlled steps are now more clumsy and chaotic than a mortal fool.

He was injured, very badly.