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

The gable wall is hard, with small black edged stones, shining with light, with sharp and cold edges and corners. If you knock your forehead hard, blood will flow all over your face.

Xing Lin took a deep breath restrainedly, and withdrew his endless thoughts.

He gritted his teeth and said to the people behind him: "It's not your fault, maybe it's me..."

He was finally able to turn around and face the people behind him. With his eyes, he carefully painted Tianzhu's eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, lips...

Such a soul-stirring beauty, I don't know if it will last for a long time, maybe in a year or two...

And he has never experienced anything before, and he was so miserably deceived by himself.

A thought quietly rose in his mind, and he looked at the ignorant young man in front of him.The tip of the tongue twirled a few times, and a sentence blurted out, "The desire of animals is also a human's natural desire, and it is impossible to suppress it... It is not considered blasphemy if you do not treat the person you love..."

It was the first time Tianzhu heard the brand-new nonsense, and tilted his head in doubt.

Xing Lin swallowed his saliva, a bold idea popped up like a drum beating in his heart.

It was also in the deep winter of this year that the Demon Lord's "treasure weapon" was also refined, and the corpses fought each other, like a big Gu eating a small Gu, and after a long time, it was finally tempered successfully.

The blade comes out of fire, so it is called quenching.

This is also a good knife for the Demon Lord.

To celebrate this event, Huishuo Mountain set up a platform in the empty field outside Wangyue Cave. In previous years, there were only two broken chairs on the platform. This year, the second elder waited and watched the expression of the Young Master, and prepared three chairs. He changed it back to two chairs, and he threw the extra chair casually under the stage.

Tianzhu had never paid attention to such trivial matters. For three days in a row, the big and small devils who had never seen the sun in Huishuo Mountain came out of the cave one after another, gathered under the grass platform and shouted the name of the devil. Holding a broken bowl, the fine wine came from nowhere, the aroma was intoxicating, and it was passed from jar to jar like flowing water. Tianzhu was drinking in silence with the small wine jar, but he felt a little weird. Looking back, he found Xing Lin stood alone under the stage, separated from him by two to three feet. He walked off the stage without hesitation, held his hand and led him onto the stage. After searching around, he saw the chair that the second elder had left in the grass, jumped off the stage, and took He got off the chair, walked back, got on stage and put it next to his own chair, next to himself.

In this way, there are three chairs on the stage, two chairs occupy the left and right sides of the center, but they are far apart, and one chair is close to one of them, making them intimate.

Mozun held the wine bowl, but drifted over from the corner of his eye.

Tianzhu never cared about his master's advice on cultivation, not to mention that his cultivation has improved rapidly in recent years, and no one can teach him.

In the past few years of fighting with the Xianmen, his notoriety has been heard among the Xianmen and the common people, and he has made a name for himself, but Wanhulong neither sees him nor hears his name. Now the outside world gradually calls the little Demon Lord the Demon Lord Call the Demon Lord the Old Demon Lord.

Even among the younger generation, they only know that the sky is covered with one hand, and that no one in the world can defeat them, but they don't know much about their master, and they are not interested in it.

The cold winter has come, and the sky is like snow.

Xing Lin sat on that chair peacefully, he didn't care about the fate, Wan Hulong's sneak peek, the people below were secretly dissatisfied with him sitting beyond the rules, he seemed to ignore all of them, silently holding the wine in his hand bowl, and sip lightly.

Xiao Jin poured wine one by one from the stage to the stage. His clothes were torn, and when he bent over, he showed a smooth waist. When he walked, his white legs were faintly visible. Countless hands stroked his waist and legs, and he had been in the world for a long time. On the battlefield, he kept a blank face and didn't care about it at all.

It's good to be alive.

Xing Lin was playing with the wine bowl in his hand, watching him from far to near, suddenly, he smiled in a trance, leaned over and whispered in Tian Zhu's ear for a while.

Tianzhu's brows were slightly frowned, and he looked at Xinglin who was very close to him, whose breath collided with him. There were doubts, anxiety, and some... emotions that he couldn't explain himself.

Xiao Jin turned around twice, followed by two or three people, blocked him back and forth, squeezed him between the two bodies, and did all the obscene things, Xiao Jin finally pushed the two away, and ran to Tianzhu and Xinglin. .

Xiaojin had already received Xinglin's instruction, he looked at Tianzhu, and Tianzhu looked at Xinglin.

Xing Lin drank the wine, as if he was drunk, he nodded to Tianzhu, and gave a psychedelic, vague and slight smile.

Then he turned his eyes and stared at the whirling world of demons dancing in front of him. In his last corner of the eye, Xiao Jin stepped forward to grab a pair of hands and took him away.

The people in the audience burst out laughing, showing "so that's the case" expressions, and no one dared to take Xiao Jin's idea again.On the contrary, Mozun, the Second Elder and others looked at him with surprise, but after thinking about the details of Xing Lin's body, they were relieved. Instead, they secretly said in their hearts that he knows how to control people's hearts and arrange advances and retreats.

Xing Lin made a lot of mistakes, but it was right in the eyes of others, but at this moment, he didn't care what other people thought, he just sipped the fine wine one mouthful at a time.

The snow finally fell.

He thought, Tianzhu is a blank piece of paper, and the matter of life and death has always been taught by his master, the second elder, and others since he was a child. He has been immersed in this devil's den since he was a child, and he has already thought differently from ordinary people, let alone... Xing Linji With a glance, the group of demons in the audience danced wildly, as long as I show the slightest hint of instigation, I am afraid that I will be turned into powder by these people immediately.

Xing Lin continued to sip, but when it comes to personal affairs other than major events, he listens to himself very much.

He...he is very good...

The snow fell more and more heavily, and the Mozun had already left the banquet without knowing when, and the demons and ghosts in the audience had also left.He was left sitting crookedly on the chair, holding the empty wine bowl in one hand, like an immovable sculpture.

From dusk to dawn, four or five fingers of snow fell on his shoulders and legs.

At the beginning, I thought that the winter night that I had to bear with it would pass, but many years later, I dreamed back at midnight, and it was still unforgettable, and my heart and lungs were frozen.

A dream suddenly arrives today.

The cold wind at the top of Yufang Mountain cut off his reverie, and everyone surrounded him and lowered their swords, stopping in front of the main hall of Yufang Palace.

This place is the fortress of the hundred fortresses of the Immortal Gate. Xun Ling'e was lost in Yufang Mountain. Although it is shocking, but Yufang Mountain stretches for several miles, and the periphery is not easy to control. Yufang Palace is different. There are thousands of disciples here. Surrounded by layers of fairy formations, it is inexplicably reassuring - if something happens here, then there is no need to hide.

Guo Bu'er and the others were waiting in front of the palace, and she was also the one who was covered with leaves, and she was told not to leave Yufang Palace for half a step, so she could only wait here.

Seeing him coming back with full beard and tail, Guo Buer rushed to meet him, frowned slightly after approaching, and asked, "What's wrong with you, you look so ugly?"

Senior Sister Li explained to everyone in front of the hall that he had an oolong with Xia Baiyou yesterday, Guo Buer nodded, "It turned out that you were injured, so you have fallen so badly, those who didn't know thought you were taken away once."

Xing Lin smiled at her, but looked at the roof of Yufang Palace, which was in front of him.

This is his third visit to Yufang Palace.

It was still late spring this time, and when he came, he saw that the green hills were still there, with light green overlapping with dark green, but now there are dangers hidden everywhere in this green sea, the peace and quiet during the day are the same as in previous years, and the demons and ghosts are rampant at night. The disciple fought against him non-stop at night, not daring to slack off for a moment, above the calm forest sea, evil smoke was rising.

If the previous two Yufang Palaces had clear skies, then this time it was the cloudy sky before the rainstorm.

Gan Dihua ordered the elite disciples of each school and Guo Buer and Xing Lin, the two involved, entered the main hall of Yufang Palace.

Although Guo Buer's qualifications in Hongyun Sect are not the highest, but with his superb cultivation, he is firmly ranked No. 1 in the teaching, and even Senior Sister Li is three points behind.

Obviously there is something important to discuss today, so if Guo Buer was ordered to go, Senior Sister Li would naturally not go.

In the main hall of Yufang Palace, there are twelve large pillars of floating clouds, on which there is a high platform and a horizontal couch, and there are exactly two rows of twelve chairs below. Now the couch is vacant, and there is a chair on the left side of the couch. An old man is sitting in it. He is the second uncle of Yufang Palace. During the absence of the head, everything will be temporarily handled by him.

Gan Dihua took the first seat on the left, and the next ones sat in turn. Xia Baiyou took Xun Ling'e's place and took the first chair on the right.

Second Martial Uncle is a rough man, he only knows Xun Weishu, he knows that this is the most outstanding disciple of Dongshan School, and he is safe and reliable, he has always been in charge of affairs in the school, and when he sees that he won't sit down, he tells him to sit down.

The second uncle is both the elder and the master, he opened his mouth to make arrangements, Xun Weishu hesitated, and met Xing Lin's eyes, Xing Lin stood beside Gan Dihua, turned his eyes slightly, and did not sit down forcefully.

There was some awkwardness between the two of them, and Xun Weishu still sat on the fourth chair after all.

Gan Dihua hastily called his junior brother over, and said in a low voice, "Add a chair beside me."

The younger brothers didn't know the inside story, they only set up seats for the twelve sects and the second uncle according to the above, now they heard the order, they hurriedly added a seat.

Gan Dihua turned around and said to Xing Lin: "You are in a special situation now, it's best to stay with me every day, and don't go out of the palace alone."

Xing Lin was not familiar with him, but he heard that Xun Weishu had a good relationship with him, and now he took good care of him, Xing Lin was a little surprised, and gave a low "hmm".

All 14 people were seated, Xing Lin looked around, everyone in the hall was better than him - even Xia Baiyou far surpassed him.

Xing Lin suddenly became short of breath, and sat on a single seat out of the neat twelve chairs, feeling that he was like an extra in the midst of Yishui's essence of celestial masters.

In the main hall, the Second Elder pointed at two of them, and said in a deep voice: "You have only been away for half a day, and something happened to us again, and the senior disciples of their two families have also disappeared. information."

Gan Dihua, Xia Baiyou, Xun Weishu, Guo Buer and others who had just returned were all shocked. They lost four of them in such a strange way in two or three days. A dark wave of panic.

Gan Dihua said: "Nine times out of ten, the Devil's Cave did this." Combining the events of the past two days, including the disappearance of Baichan Palace, the inexplicably resurfacing leaves on Guo Buer and Xing Lin, he and Xia Baiyou tracked down the golden snake The matter of the man in the collar was said again.

After listening to Gan Dihua's report, the second elder stood up abruptly and paced back and forth on the stage, his hand stroking his beard trembling slightly.

Xing Lin understood him very well, as for the names of Tianzhu and Moku back then, everyone would have to shake their hands.

The second elder trembled for a long time, and forced himself to explain, "No, with the style of the Demon Lord, if he wants to do something, he can just kill him alone, and it will never take such a big effort."

Gan Dihua said: "Whether the demon did it or not, we only need to wait a day or two for Master and the others to come back from Huishuo Mountain to find out."

He went on to say: "However, after a few discussions with the foolish disciples, I don't think that the demon reverend came back from the dead to make troubles again. He can mobilize thousands of ghosts and ghosts, disturb hundreds of immortal sects, but he uses devious methods and hides his joy deeply. Who do you think there will be?"

Second Martial Uncle shook his beard and stared straight, "It's the lamp keeper!"

The people on the twelve chairs all nodded, Xing Lin looked at the people who believed in the audience, the second uncle on the stage gritted his teeth and wanted to speak up for the poor lampkeeper, but he was silent.

He looked at his empty hands, thin body, and negligibly low cultivation level. When he was in danger, he could only rely on the "additional head" status protected by his peers in embarrassment.

He put it in his hand, and it was hard to say.

I really can't disturb your immortal sects, so please let me go.

Not only can't disturb you, I can't beat anyone present!

Xia Baiyou said anxiously: "This junior has heard about one or two things about the lamp keeper from the master. This person is very gloomy and frightening. It fits the style of the black hands behind the scenes this time."

"Scary"?Xing Lin touched his chest, and the ribs broken by Xia Baiyou's palm began to ache.

Xun Weishu agreed, "The younger generation thinks the same way."

Xing Lin gave him a sideways glance: You want a fart.

Guo Bu'er frowned, worried: "He doesn't move the heads of the major sects, nor the elders of the various sects. What is he going to do by holding us young juniors hostage? Brother Xinglin and I have also been marked, I'm afraid we will be the next to be lost."

She frowned deeply, and looked at Xing Lin who was tied to the same rope as her, and everyone's eyes were more or less on the two of them, with confusion, sympathy, and worry.

Xing Lin put his hands in his hands, his heart ashamed: I don't want to kidnap myself.