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

Xinglin lay down for five or six days in a row before he recovered a bit, this day was sunny, Brother Gui accompanied him out to get some air.

Summer is approaching, the wind is getting warmer, the sun is shining on the earth, the branches are glowing with fresh green, and there are birdsong on the treetops.

Standing outside the door, Xinglin heard the birds chirping for a while, and suddenly said to Brother Gui beside him: "The day the Lord went mad, I thought I would die by his hand."

Brother Gui said: "That day, I also thought it was going to be bad. At first I heard a strange noise in the room, but the sound was not too loud. When I listened carefully outside the door, I only heard a faint movement..."

He thought of the ambiguous panting sound in the middle of the night, and his face turned red involuntarily.

"...I didn't dare to go in rashly. I waited at the door for half an hour, and finally broke in."

"Oh..." Xing Lin recalled the situation of the two of them at that time, and he couldn't help but asked, "Then he..."

Brother Gui shook his head and said: "As soon as I entered the door, I looked from a distance and saw a black figure standing quietly by the couch, slightly lowering his head, as if he was looking at you. Although his eyes were blindfolded, I just knew him I was looking at you. I ran up in a hurry, and you passed out in a pool of blood."

Xing Lin expressionless, said: "...So, he stopped by himself..."

Brother Gui looked at him and asked seriously: "At that time, you could obviously call for help, but why didn't you make a sound?"

Xing Lin smiled very lightly and quickly, and said in a low voice: "Because I am not afraid of death, it doesn't matter if I die sooner or later, as long as I die well... that's fine."

Brother Gui stared at him: "What does it mean to die well?"

Xinglin was silent.

Brother Gui said softly: "You want to die by his hands?"

Xinglin said nothing.

Brother Gui said again: "What does it mean to die sooner or later, you..."

Brother Gui gritted his teeth, and said: "...you obviously have that thing on your body, why don't you use it when you are about to die."

Xing Lin looked sideways at Brother Gui, it turned out that he knew everything.

The child is really not so big in vain.

The sun rose on the top of the mountain, the wind was blowing on the treetops, the two stood under the tree for a long time, and no other words sounded.

When the two returned to the back hall, Tianzhu still sat still, meditating with his eyes closed.Brother Gui carefully laid Xing Lin flat on the imperial concubine's couch, then gently closed the door and left.

Xing Lin lost a lot of blood that day, and his body was still weak. He put his hands on his chest and lay quietly and obediently for an hour.

Xing Lin could only look sideways at the sun outside the window, the sun was hanging at the highest point, unable to bear Xing Lin's gaze, it gradually moved westward and sank.

Xinglin looked at it without blinking, and couldn't keep his disappearing shadow. The red sun was half hidden, and the clear and shallow crescent was about to rise immediately. The sun was hidden and the moon was rising. It was another day, if it was only fifteen days , he lost another day.

Before I knew it, half of the [-]th day had passed.

Xing Lin indifferently withdrew his gaze, his heart was beating violently, always looking for something to say, he half supported the back of the imperial concubine's couch, pulled himself up, and showed half of his face from the back.

The dead are like husbands, day and night, every moment is less than a moment, and every day is one day less.

It's just too wasteful to just sit there and say nothing.

He looked at the motionless figure, opened his lips slightly, waited for a moment, finally fell silent, and finally lay down quietly.

Through the red sandalwood backrest, he said softly: "Tianzhu, I said I would comb your hair for you, but I have only combed it once so far."

After a pause, Tianzhu's voice came from over there, "Yes."

Xing Lin scratched the brocade pillow on the backrest, discussed and said: "I feel better, how about getting up early tomorrow to comb your hair?"

There was no answer there, until Xing Lin raised his head to look, the other side said: "Okay."

Before going to sleep, Gui Geer served him tea like a filial son and grandson, and left after everything was settled. Xing Lin had a peaceful and peaceful life in the past few days, but today he did not suffer from insomnia at all, and had a sweet night.

He felt a little uncomfortable in his sleep, because the surrounding air seemed to be getting cooler and cooler, and there was even a cold wind blowing through his thin clothes.

How can there be wind in the house?Xing Lin thought in a daze.

The bed under him seemed to be slightly jolted, and he could even hear clear footsteps, lingering beside him, after a long time, the jolting stopped, and he became colder and colder, and the sound of footsteps surrounded him, suddenly After a while it disappeared.

But Xinglin felt in a daze that those footsteps never disappeared, because he always felt the sound of breathing around him.

There was another person beside him.

Also, a hissing sound, swimming and swaying, getting closer.

The voice stopped suddenly, an arm's length away from his cheek.

There is silence all around, listen carefully, there are some very slight noises, like the wind blowing through the treetops, the leaves brushing the grass, and the flowing water kissing the riverside.

The quieter it was, the more disturbed Xing Lin was in the chaos. He tried his best to forcefully open his eyes.

What came into view was a wilderness, with the desolate moon hanging high in the sky, and the tall trees not far away had only a black shadow.

He was lying in the weeds, and he could see the majestic mountains when he looked up—he was thrown at the foot of Yufang Mountain.

The cold wind blew through the thin shirt, and he shivered immediately, he was already frozen through.

He hugged himself and sat up from the weeds, his brain was in severe pain, but he understood what was going on in a moment.

It was Brother Ghost who let him go.

He crossed his arms, crossed his legs, and made them as small as possible. His eyes were straight, and he sat blankly on the grass.

Until his skin and viscera were completely frozen, he sighed, stood up neatly with his hands on the ground, first bent down, slowly rubbed his sore and numb legs, and then raised his head to look up.

The cliff in front of him was almost upright, and there was not even a handful of grass to grab.

He paced slowly along the edge of the mountain. He remembered that Yufang Palace had several trails in addition to the main road guarded by the immortal gate. In the dark night, he walked while watching, and suddenly stepped on the ground. After staggering a few steps in the wasteland, he immediately got up and touched his feet. Fortunately, it was a cold wasteland.It is neither a deep valley nor a swampy wetland.

He stretched out his hands and groped forward. After a while, he crawled out of the deep pit with hands and feet together, and blindly patted the soil on his body under the dim moonlight.It was only then that I realized that I was sweating.

After wiping off his sweat, he continued to walk forward slowly. After walking for about half an hour, he came to a foot of the mountain where the earth and rocks were exposed and there were no tall trees. He vaguely saw a stone path winding upwards. He was overjoyed, and before he could put on his smile, he heard voices from the foot of the mountain.

"Senior brother, why hasn't Junior Brother Hu Xiaojie come back? Could it be that he met someone from the Devil's Den?"

"Wait and see, if you don't come again, Junior Brother Li and Junior Brother Xu will go over and call him."

"Senior brother, I heard from my uncle that the Devil's Nest has been quiet and strange recently. Could it be that something is going on behind the scenes."

"Hey, this devil's lair acts strangely, who can guess it, but..."

The person who spoke said in a low voice: "Our twelve sect masters can't beat that Demon Venerable together. If he makes any moves, we won't be able to resist."

"That's right, senior brother, so this Demon Lord is stronger than us, and there are still hostages in his hands, but there has been no movement for a long time, which is even more suspicious."

The brother who spoke in front sighed, "Who knows, but, according to Master, we are not the only ones to be beaten. Master and the others seem to have other plans, but there has been no progress in recent days, so Masters Also a little puzzled."

"That's a matter for the masters to worry about. We, the juniors with poor cultivation, can only be a soldier to obey orders... Bodhisattva bless you, if the demon master suddenly suffers from a serious illness, he will choke to death when he drinks water and eats. It would be best if the thunder strikes him to death!"

Xing Lin backed away silently, quietly tiptoed, under the cover of weeds, walked away quickly with his body down.

Clothes brushing the grass, wind blowing past ears, Xing Lin seemed to be being chased by someone behind him, running non-stop.

After running for an unknown amount of time, he stopped, holding his knees and gasping for breath. There were cliffs along the way, only here was a relatively gentle slope.

Xinglin looked at the moon that was sinking gradually, he tossed back and forth for a long time, if he delayed, the sky would be dawn.

He gritted his teeth and didn't hesitate anymore. After looking back and forth, he chose the best hillside to climb.

It's just that the hillside looked gentle from a distance, but when he climbed up, he found it very difficult to climb. He didn't climb two steps, stepped on the hem of his robe, and immediately fell to the ground, hugging a piece of weeds and twigs, pinched There was some tingling in the face.

He hurriedly raised his face to dodge, luckily he didn't hurt his eyes.

Grasping the nearest small tree trunk with one hand, he stretched out his hand and pulled up his hem, tucking it into his belt from front to back. After thinking about it, he also rolled up his wide sleeves, wishing he could roll them up to his shoulders.

Most of his bare arms were exposed, and he thought, "It should be all right now."

This time he climbed up very quickly. There were many rocks, tree trunks, and weeds along the way. Xing Lin was not agile in his movements, but he was able to climb up with his feet and hands.

After climbing for a while, he stopped and looked down. The foot of the mountain was pitch black, and it was very far away. Xing Lin wondered that such a delicate person like him can sit in a sedan chair without walking, sit without walking, and lie down. Sitting or not, at this moment, he didn't feel tired at all.

He had fun in the bitterness, and he yelled for himself in his heart.

He wanted to climb up vigorously, grabbed the nearby branches, searched upwards with his feet, and kicked on a protruding rock. As soon as he exerted his strength, he slipped and kicked in the air, his body sank, and the branches in his hands were broken. , went straight out and slipped down.

Xing Lin flopped a few times in the weeds, but luckily his thigh bumped into a big rock, he quickly held on and did not slide down again.

Xing Lin immediately fumbled beside him, grabbing the tree trunk with his left hand, he stroked his heart and gasped for breath, only when he heard his own heart beating, he felt afraid.

When Quan just rolled up his sleeves, most of his arms were exposed, and at the moment it was burning hot, Xing Lin didn't care to take a closer look, he was at a high place, and instinctively only looked down.

Xing Lin couldn't help turning his face to the side, but he only made a slight movement before forcing himself to close his eyes.

Don't look, you can't look, just climb up.

He hypnotized himself in his mind.

Opening his eyes, he no longer cared about his arms, and stretched out his hands to grab the nearby grass and trees, trying to see if they were firm with each grab, his whole body tensed, and he climbed up steadily.

After doing this for more than an hour, the higher he went, the tighter Xing Lin became, his arms, thighs and other places were stretched into hard lumps.

This mountain seemed to have no end, Xing Lin didn't dare to look down, and there was no end to going up, standing on the mountain wall, he couldn't rest for a moment.

This mountain always has a peak, he thought to himself.But the constant climbing makes people feel desperate.

What's more amazing is that there is actually a thorn growing on the top of the mountain wall. Xing Lin looked around, not knowing whether it was the dawn of the sky, or he had climbed to a high place. The dark thorns spread far and wide.

Climbing along the thorns is impossible, Xing Lin is really powerless, his mouth is tightly closed, the wings of his nose are flaring, and he sticks his jade-like face on the wet soil.