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

Xing Lin turned his face sideways, noticing someone not far away, he raised his eyes sharply, and looked at the sky.

He was startled, sat up straight involuntarily, and hurriedly fastened his clothes.

Then he turned his head to see that Tianzhu hadn't moved yet.

"Heavenly Throw."

"Heavenly Throw!"

"...Hmm." Tian Zhu was woken up and looked at him blankly.

There was some stiffness hidden in Xing Lin's smile, "Why don't you make a sound when you're here."

Tianzhu couldn't help but sit beside him, "I... just want to see if you're asleep."

The two of them sat very close, Tianzhu looked at him, he quietly looked at Tianzhu, but Tianzhu didn't take a step forward.

Tianzhu remembered what he said, fearing that he would be angry.

At this moment, Demon Lord Wanhulong passed by the Wangyue Cave. He had just returned from the outside, and the second elder was serving him. He bumped into a little boy who was digging and playing with the soil. He wondered, "Who is this?"

The second elder replied, "This is the child brought back by the lamp keeper when the young lord and the lamp keeper went down the mountain."

Mozun thought this was strange, Young Master and the Lantern Keeper?downhill?The light keeper said bring it back?

He walked forward again, and there was another boy in rags, following him. He thought they were the candidates for the lampkeepers who had been kidnapped from abroad a few years ago, but he didn't expect the second elder behind him to say quietly: " This, too, was brought by the lampkeeper from down the mountain."

Wanhulong paused, and strode towards Wangyue Cave. The second elder looked at his whereabouts, and hurriedly said behind him, "My lord, please stay, young lord and the lantern keeper are inside..."

Wan Hulong turned his head, and the second elder smiled more and more ambiguously.

The second elder said: "If the Demon Venerable wants to see the Young Venerable Master, it's better... let the subordinates pass it on first..."

The voice of the Second Elder asking for Tianzhu came from outside the cave, breaking the embarrassment inside the cave.Tianzhu smiled at him, turned and left, Xinglin also smiled.

Tianzhu was gone, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know when, he has started to be afraid of him.

He has been in the Devil's Nest for more than two years, trying his best to guard a dangerous sideline. Now that Tianzhu has really grown up, it is difficult to fool him with sweet words...

Xing Lin held his newly exposed shoulders, as if he had been burned by a gaze.

He sat blankly for a while, unable to do anything, and slowly walked out of the cave—he couldn't help worrying that Tiantou hadn't returned for a long time.

Outside the cave, as soon as the child saw him, he held a blood leech much bigger than his palm and ran to him. He was a little embarrassed and blushed.

He likes this brother, he is very gentle and loves to laugh...and he is pretty.

He handed the fattest leech to this brother, "Here you are."

Xing Lin couldn't help but took a step back, pointed at the struggling leech and asked him, "My dear little brother! Where did you get these things from?"

There was a look of excitement in the child's eyes, and he lowered his voice and said, "The devil brought some when he came, I stole one, and the rest are in the corpse array."

He said shyly, "If you like, I can climb in and then..."

When Xing Lin saw this thing, his whole body turned cold, he waved his hand to stop him from talking, and turned his eyes away from the thing, "No, no, take it away and play for yourself."

The child was a little disappointed, but he recovered quickly, turned around, took the thing, and ran away bouncing.

Xing Lin clutched his chest, watching his back that was so fearless back then. He dared to climb the corpse array at such a young age. Are all the people who climbed out of their mother's stomachs so skeletal?

Anxiety secretly arose in Xing Lin's heart, all kinds of melancholy turned into a sigh, unable to express it, and could only be stuffed in his chest.

In the deep winter of that year, he was so preoccupied that he coughed so loudly that he lay on the bed every day, with his body sideways, revealing a thin outline.

That day, he was lying on the bed, and felt a gaze on his back in a daze. He slowly opened his eyes and tried his best to control his breathing, but he didn't move.

He dared not move.

It seems that a person who is under the eyes of a hungry tiger and a wolf will bring bad luck if he moves a little.

The person behind him slowly approached, his fingers were about to caress his arm, but when there was only an inch left, he barely stopped.

After a pause, in the dim light of the fire, Xing Lin could clearly hear the breathing of the person behind him.

The man hesitated for a while, but he was not willing to walk away, and very gently and quietly got on the grass bed and lay behind him.

After a long silence, the man's fingertips seemed to brush his back, and the pores on Xing Lin's back exploded in an instant.Normally, the people behind him would definitely notice something strange, but today is different, that person's breathing is a little short.

Xing Lin curled up his palms, wishing he could pass out immediately, and at the same time, in the numbness all over his body, he heard the man's breathing getting heavier and heavier.

The man seemed to be making some slight and restrained movements. Xing Lin could feel the hot body on his back, and there was unbearable panting in his ears, and there was a slight shaking of the grass bed under him. But Xing Lin knew that their shoulders, waist, hips, thighs... almost fused together.

Xing Lin not only closed his eyes, but almost closed his ears, and knocked himself unconscious on the grass bed. He was in agony, hearing the sound of panting getting closer and getting hotter.

Finally, the person behind him snorted softly as if he was about to cry, and hugged the body that was close at hand, he was trembling.

Xing Lin felt as if he was being shocked by an electric shock, he couldn't pretend to be asleep, he suddenly opened the hands that hugged his arms and shoulders, and fled in embarrassment.

He actually escaped, and the people behind him did not chase him.

In one breath, he ran to the big white stone slab where he was tired from walking and refused to go any more, and wanted to throw the sky on his back. Confusion, stare straight.

Sitting in a daze until the sunset, that year when the sea was high tide, there were suddenly more schools of fancy fish, and batch after batch were hit on the shore.

People on Yuhuishuo Mountain don't know this kind of fish, which is in line with common sense, and fishermen on the southeast coast on the opposite bank don't know each other either.

Because this is a fish that can only be found in the Northeast coast. The Dongshan school is located in Xizhao Lake, which leads to the sea. This kind of fish is the most common.

The mouth is big and the gluttony is big, the belly is big and saves food.

He found the largest one, which was about arm's length. Xing Lin remained expressionless, and took out a small knife from his sleeve. Take out the little oilcloth roll in there.

There are densely packed small characters written on it: 12 of us have already practiced the treasure, but we are all damaged, and we need to adjust our breath for a year or two.

Xing Lin holds the oilcloth roll tightly in his palm, the day of reunion is just around the corner...

He turned his head to look at the dark and gloomy peak of Huishuo Mountain.

In another year or two, he can finally leave here.

He took out a very small roll of oilcloth, held the knife upside down, and wrote three lines of small characters on the cloth with the pointed black charcoal of the scabbard: Today, I found out that the water of severing love and desire is not effective for me, and the elixir of gathering elixir It may inhibit its medicinal properties.

After finishing writing, he grabbed the largest live fish and put the roll of oilcloth near the fish's mouth, and the fish swallowed the roll of oilcloth with one big mouth.

Xing Lin threw him far away and threw him into the sea.

This kind of fish goes straight all the way, touches the shore and returns. All the disciples of the Dongshan School played the game of passing on the fish maw when they were young.

That year, Xian Wang's sea water rose to the mountainside, and the time, place and people were favorable, so Xing Lin started to play this game again.

After he passed on a fish book, he didn't go back to Wangyue Cave, but sat on the big stone slab, his mood was like a raging ocean wave after wave.

As long as he endures another year or two, he will be able to return home and return to the group of normal "people", where there is the Dongshan School in the twilight, the Xizhao Lake where the boats are swaying, and the bustling imperial capital, the graceful and grand... Yufang Palace, where the order of the world is well-organized, there is no wanton killing for no reason, no life will be hanged by a thread because of the weak at any time, and there is no need to spend all your time trying to cling to the strong regardless of dignity... That is a safe world, and that is the world.

After training the treasure weapon of the Twelve Sect Leaders, he can finally act... At that time, Xing Lin looked at the rolling black silhouette of Huishuo Mountain behind him, and at that time, in this world of neither humans nor ghosts, this murderous devil This cave, this lair that has plagued countless creatures, this quiet cave full of ghost lamps, the people who are full of evil here, the people who have given him protection here... will no longer exist,

Xing Lin lowered his eyes and lay down on the stone slab, watching the mountain shadow change from light black to deep black to thick black, then from thick black to deep black to light black again.

It turns out that the night is so long.

Xing Lin got up, beat his stiff limbs, and slowly walked back to the shore. In the early morning, another batch of colorful fish lay on the shore. He looked down for a while, selected the fattest and most fancy one, and dissected it. Open, it really is another oilcloth roll.

Letter: Hu Zhengru has repeatedly asked about the details of the person who rescued him. Can you tell me? I will wait for your reply.

Xing Lin held the oilcloth roll, his eyes fell on the incoming and returning tide, and he was stunned for a while.

Then he wrote two small characters.

Not necessarily.

A person as miserable as he doesn't need to tell anyone in the world.

He put the fish back into the sea and walked back to the mountains step by step.

In the past, it took half a day's journey, but today I am in a trance, and it seems that I have arrived in a few steps.

Xinglin entered the Wangyue Cave, walked through two forks, and returned to the glowing candlelight, but he did not expect that Tianzhu was still sitting by the straw bed, with his head down and motionless, for an unknown number of hours.

He raised his head suddenly when he heard the sound.

Xing Lin met his eyes unexpectedly, and with a flash of light, he seemed to see a pair of red eye sockets.

Tianzhu's lips parted slightly, but he couldn't speak, he was wrong, he knew that he had offended his beloved.

In the deep darkness and the occasional fluorescent light, the two sat and stood, looking at each other without speaking, neither moving.In the end, it was Xing Lin who turned around suddenly, he seemed to be unable to bear it anymore.

Tianzhu panicked, took a few steps quickly, hugged him tightly from behind, and whispered: "Don't be angry, I... I was wrong, I will never do it again..."

These few words seemed to be heavy, and Xing Lin couldn't bear the pressure. He pushed aside the hands that were tightening around his waist, and supported the gable at the entrance of the cave. Countless things were blocking his heart, which made his heart ache.

He looked back, Tianzhu was still standing where he was, his face was so young and green, his brows were light and beautiful, and he was only shining with sincerity towards him, only towards him.

He turned his head to the cold gable wall, and in a dull pain, a voice asked him what to do.

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