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

Panting for a while, he gritted his teeth and climbed straight up. The thorns grew denser and denser, with more thorns, and there was a slight gap in the roots below.Xinglin closed his eyes and climbed down, his hands had nowhere to grab, so he had to grab the protruding corners of rocks or thick thorns. He had learned the lesson from last time, tried to grab them all, and clenched with all his strength.

He put his head on the ground to protect his face, delicate palms, white backs, large arms that were bare and clean, hair that was torn off from time to time, and dense black thorns kissed intimately everywhere.

When the graspable grass and trees no longer pricked his palms, Xing Lin raised his head. He noticed that the mountain wall had slowed down. After walking dozens of steps, his upper body could be fully lifted, half walking and half climbing.

It turns out that this piece of thorns grows under the top of the cliff, and after passing here, it passes the steepest mountain wall.

Xing Lin climbed a stick of incense, and clung to a tall tree that was as thick as his waist, but couldn't hold on any longer, and slowly sat down along the root of the tree with his legs trembling.

He looked at the light yellow crescent moon hanging on the blue sky in the distance, stretched his hand down, and realized that his thigh was shaking so badly when he touched it. He looked down, was stunned, and touched the countless thin lines on the snow-white back of his thigh. The general red mark, even the whole arm is.

He put his two arms by his side, his two legs spread wide apart, leaning against the tree root, his whole body was weak, and every movement was sore.

After resting like this for a quarter of an hour, people's voices could be heard faintly in the distance, Xing Lin was startled, and suddenly opened his eyes.

This place should be more than half of the mountainside. Moku has been cautious these days, guarding the Yufang Palace and not going out, so the people who come can only come from the Xianmen.

Unexpectedly, he would meet a disciple of the immortal sect here, Xing Lin hurriedly supported the big tree to stand up, swung his legs and ran a few steps in the thick pile of rotten leaves, suddenly his numb legs suddenly fell to his knees land.

With a bang, there was a lot of movement, and all the rotten leaves were blown away.

The people in the distance naturally heard the movement, shouted: "Who is in front!" and ran quickly.

Xing Lin panicked for a moment, he turned his back to the visitor, and absolutely refused to let the people in the fairy sect see him.Seeing him outside the Yufang Palace, the people of Xianmen were quite disturbed.

He doesn't want it, he wants to go back to Yufang Palace.

The footsteps of two people came from behind, and one of them shouted, "Why are you from the Dongshan School...Which brother are you?"

Xing Lin looked down at the green shirt and jade crown on his body, he clenched his palms tightly and never looked back.

A person behind reached out to grab his shoulder and said, "Why are you so sneaky..."

Xing Lin made a fierce move, grabbed the back of the hand of the person behind him, and then grabbed his arm along the back of the hand, and threw the person behind him over his shoulder with all his strength.

Another person behind him drew his sword in horror, Xing Lin jumped to dodge, dodged behind him, and grabbed the sword from behind.Although he is not good, he was taught by Yu Shangqing himself, and he is not afraid in front of ordinary disciples.

He didn't want to be exposed, and he absolutely didn't want to kill anyone.

These two people were dressed in brown clothes, they were disciples of Zhenjiumen, they were the right way in the world, Zhenjiumen who hated evil like enemies.

He didn't want to show his face, and he couldn't use the sword well, so he simply grabbed the sword and threw it away. After three or four moves, he knocked this person down, but just now that person got up from behind. Subdued, raised his right hand to knock him out.

But he heard the sound of the wind behind him, and before he could react, a branch pierced through his left shoulder, Xing Lin threw down the fainted disciple under severe pain, grabbed the bloody branch with both hands, and turned around, the disciple didn't know why Kneel down.

Xing Lin turned behind him and knocked him unconscious with a horizontal stroke.

He staggered two steps backwards, blood was bleeding from his left shoulder, and all the wounds on his body tonight had become trivial.He looked down at the bleeding place, frowned, feeling sorry for himself and wanting to laugh.

Injuries have continued in the past few days, more than in the past five years.

It seemed that when I met that person, I was always injured continuously.

Although there is not a gift from him, it should be regarded as repaying his debt.

Xing Lin raised his eyes, why the woods are full of afterimages, why the grass in front of him is blurry and far away.He raised the corners of his lips, shook his head lightly, pulled the branches on his shoulders out of his flesh, tried his best to stabilize his figure, and walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

He thought he had traveled extremely fast, but when the red sun was just rising, he saw Yufang Palace in the distance.

The Yufang Palace was just like the last time he came back, with row upon row of green tile roofs, large and small palaces with scattered heights, and the morning light was shining everywhere, like holy light.

The corners of his lips hooked deeper and deeper, he pressed his shoulders, and stumbled forward.

The people he met on the road didn't know what to do when they saw his appearance, and no one dared to approach him—everyone knew that he was an inexplicably hot potato.

When he was about to arrive, Brother Guier had already rushed out from the back hall after receiving the news.

The two looked at each other, and were speechless for a while, Brother Gui'er saw his bleeding place, his eyes widened wide.

Xing Lin swayed past him and went straight to the back hall.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Tianzhu sitting on the couch, blindfolded and not knowing what to think.

Tianzhu looked at him and stood up.

Xing Lin walked in front of him, he wanted to smile in his heart, and also smiled on his face, because for no reason, he wanted to kneel down reverently for him as if he were visiting a monarch.

He wanted to laugh, like a dying soldier who persistently wanted to return to his homeland after going through thousands of mountains and rivers and countless slaughters.The moment I saw my homeland, I was full of joy.

He stepped forward and said softly, "Tianzhu, I'm back."

Tianzhu stood on the ground, indifferent, expressionless.

He said, "Where have you been?"

Xing Lin sighed and chuckled, "I'm outside, I'm lost."

Tian Zhu said expressionlessly, "Then why are you back again?"

Xing Lin smiled lightly: "It was agreed yesterday, I will comb your hair, no matter where you go, you must come back on time."

Tianzhu said nothing, looking at him from a distance.

Xing Lin waited for a while, stepped forward to hold his hand, stretched out his hand and pressed it falsely, and Tian Zhu sat in front of the bronze mirror.

Xing Lin curled his lips, raised his trembling fingers, and gently brushed the top of his hair.

He murmured, "Since I've said it, I won't break the appointment. I promised you, and I can't change it..."

Tianzhu looked at the bronze mirror motionlessly, and there were two people sitting and standing in the bronze mirror.

He finally pointed out: "You're hurt."

Xing Lin pressed his blood-red shoulder, and said, "It's okay, the bleeding is gone."

His fingers were stained with blood, streak after streak as he brushed his hair.

He hurriedly wiped it lightly with his sleeve, and the more he wiped, the more it was smudged.

Xing Lin lightly closed his eyes, and shook off the double image in front of his hair, and the double image of his blood-stained hands.His eyes were dizzy, he pressed his shoulders, pressed the torn clothes, sighed and chuckled, couldn't help but close his eyes, before he fainted, he said: "I'm going to bother you again, find new clothes for me... ..."

His eyes darkened, and he fell limply, like falling from a high cliff, he thought he was going to collapse on his back.

An embrace encircled him.

When he woke up, he was already in the familiar old place, on the imperial concubine's couch, and there was no one beside him. He turned his face and looked back, only to see that the veil was lowered again, as if someone had lifted the curtain and walked in. .

This is Tianzhu taking the initiative to lower the veil.

There were urgent footsteps outside the door, and there was more than one person.

Brother Gui wrinkled his face, walked up to him and knelt down, revealing a person behind him.

Gan Dihua is here.

It turned out that Brother Gui went out in a hurry to find the White Toad Palace from last time, and then came to bandage Xing Lin and change his clothes.

Bai Changong said dully that the clean clothes in the luggage were all used up.

Gan Dihua, who was also in the main hall, immediately stated that he was a disciple of Yufang Palace, and he had all the clothes and everything he needed.

Brother Gui had nothing to do, seeing that this person seemed more calm and composed, he replaced him.

Since Xinglin was injured last time, Baichan Palace came to the back hall every day, so Gan Dihua didn't know what happened this time, he just thought it was a routine thing a few days ago.

With the White Toad Palace revealed in advance, he first looked behind the veil after entering the door.

The second time he saw Xing Lin lying on the couch in such a state of mind, he couldn't help but be surprised.

He put the new clothes on the side, leaned down opposite Xinglin, pointed at his fresh, fleshy hole with damaged edges, and said, "This is..."

With a pale face, Xing Lin smiled at him: "I fell down and got stuck on a branch."

Gan Dihua didn't say a word, and helped him take care of it silently.What Baichan Palace did, Gan Dihua did exactly what he did, and what he saw and what he thought were probably the same.It's just that it's one thing to listen to Bai Changong sobbing and learning the language before, but it's another thing to learn it by yourself.

Gan Dihua rolled up his sleeves high, with both hands free, and asked: "First put a bandage on your shoulder, or get up, and let me see if it's pierced."

After all, the big disciples of Yufang Palace are cautious and virtuous when they are alone, and the Demon Venerable does not change his face in front of him, unlike Baichan Palace, who dare not say a word after coming for five or six days.

Xing Lin's small face was hidden in his clothes and he nodded obediently. Gan Dihua hugged his right shoulder, and he borrowed his strength, arched his waist, and sat up very lightly and slowly.

Between a layer of veil and a layer of blindfolded black veil, only the silhouettes of the two remained. One of them uncovered the sick man's clothes, layer by layer, with his hands close to his chest, and raised his hands, Hands fell with the clothes.

Gan Dihua was sitting on the edge of the couch, Xing Lin was sitting in the couch, the two of them were staggered, but their heads were lowered, if they only looked at the hazy silhouette, they seemed to be head to head.

Outside the veil, Gan Dihua took off Xing Lin's clothes and was startled by the hideous wound.

In addition to the wound, there were some residual, faint bruises on his body.It has almost disappeared now, but the traces of the wounds and the wounds can still be seen.

Gan Dihua helped him apply the medicine to bandage him upright and speechless.

After a while, I dealt with it, put on a new coat with him, packed up and went out.

Everyone else went out, and only he was left indoors to recuperate.

There is another person behind the veil, but he is more silent than him. No one puts away the veil. The figure sits quietly behind the veil, and a needle can be heard in the room for a while.

One of them didn't speak, and the other didn't speak, Xing Lin lay numb, grabbed the thick mattress beside the couch with his right hand, and slowly turned himself on his side.

After lying down for a long time, I felt a little grateful in my heart, it was fine not to speak, but if someone said it, I didn't know how to answer it.

Xing Lin lowered his gaze, clutched the thin quilt with both hands, curled up and held it to his heart.

In the afternoon, Gan Dihua came to change his dressing again, and Xing Lin kept handing him the words, and the two chatted one after another, which took nearly an hour.

Until Gui Geer came in twice to look at him, Xing Lin was really embarrassed, so he had to let him go, Gan Dihua packed the package, stood up, and said: "Your wound, it is best to take medicine three times a day."

In front of Brother Gui, Xing Lin immediately nodded vigorously and said: "Then come and change with me at night."

Gan Dihua glanced at him, nodded in agreement.

Brother Gui sent Gan Dihua back to the main hall, Gan Dihua was tied up again, and when there was no one in the main hall, Xia Baiyou asked him from afar: "Is he feeling better this afternoon?"

Gan Dihua nodded.As soon as he came back in the morning, he told these people about Xing Lin Xin's injury. After hearing this, everyone felt indignant and distressed, and also had some reveries that they dared not speak out. Suddenly, there was a low sound of cursing in the hall , the limelight pointed ambiguously at Mozun.

Now that he came back again, everyone cross-examined him again, and sighed after the cross-examination.

Gan Dihua doesn't like to talk too much, and he doesn't talk too much unless others ask.

In the back hall, at night, faint candles were burning on the copper platform, Xing Lin was lying on the couch alone, guessing that the time was almost up, and wanted to get ready before Gan Dihua came to deliver the medicine.

Supporting the imperial concubine couch with both hands, he straightened his upper body with difficulty. He wanted to cry out in pain when he moved a little, but he gritted his teeth and held back.

After finally sitting upright, he shone by the candlelight and tugged at the belt of his jacket tremblingly.

He is half hidden in the light, half hidden in the dark, and the plain clothes are like a thin layer of frost and snow under the lamp.

The white belt was glowing with light, as if it were transparent, being slowly stretched.

The knot was opened, a pair of slender hands pinched the hem of the skirt, and slowly opened it, like turning the pages of a book, the bright and clear skin was exposed in the candlelight.

The clothes fell to the shoulders, exposing the wounds covered with white cloth.

A person stood behind him.

At the intersection of light and darkness, Xing Lin's long eyelashes trembled involuntarily. His hands rested on his open clothes. It seemed a little bad to cover the clothes immediately, and it seemed a little bad not to cover them.