shut up, shameless old thief

The little raccoon looked at Bian Ling who had suffered a major blow, licked his paws slowly, and said with a smile: "What? Don't you like him?"

Bian Ling shook her lips and said nothing.

The little raccoon walked a few steps slowly, stretched his waist, and said lazily: "Ji Bingzhu's temperament is naturally optimistic. I think it's even more strange that you are not attracted to him. Now you..."

The little raccoon animal's vertical pupils shrunk slightly to a point, and then quickly recovered. He said quietly: "Are you going to choose to become a demon now because he abandoned you?"

Bian Ling was already upset at first, and was irritated by Xiaoli's continuous questioning, so he said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing here today?"

The little raccoon just sat up straight, the eyes of the animal flickered humanly, and said: "There are three days left before the end of the ghost tour, and I have to go out of Luomo Mountain, can't I come to say goodbye to you? No matter how we have been friends for five years, don't be so mean."

Bian Ling said coldly: "You and Ji Bingzhu still have a friendship of more than 700 years. Didn't you give him a knife in the chest? We are very clear about each other's ghost virtues, so don't be so high-sounding. It's too embarrassing to look at. Vomited."

Little raccoon has always felt that spirit beasts or ferocious beasts are not shy about talking, and they rarely beat around the bush. Beasts are a race that follows their instincts when they speak and do things. It was the first time for the little raccoon to see such a straightforward human being.

The little raccoon coughed dryly twice before regaining his composure, and said lightly: "Okay, then I'll just say it straight—give me back the front blade."

Bian Ling sneered, knowing that it would be no good for the little raccoon to be courteous for nothing. He already had a new life, and he didn't have any obsession with the front blade. Throw it in front of the little raccoon.

The little raccoon immediately flew up and jumped forward, his snow-white body turned over in the air, and when he landed lightly again, he already had the handle of the Tangqian blade in his mouth.

Xiaoli nodded slightly, and said vaguely: "Thank you, I owe you a favor. If we meet again in Gujing in the future, I can promise you something within my ability."

Bian Ling was too lazy to ask for favors from such traitors, and said coldly, "No need."

The little raccoon thought for a while, and then said: "I don't really like to owe favors to others, how about this, you go to the room and open Ji Bingzhu's box, there is an evergreen wooden box inside, if he is gone, the things will belong to you Yes. He looks like a treasure, maybe it’s a treasure, and you won’t lose if you take it away.”

Bian Ling still didn't want to talk to him. After finishing speaking, Xiaoli took a few steps forward with the sword in his mouth, then tilted his head slightly, and suggested, "Are you sure you don't want to go out with me?"

Bian Ling's magic pupil seemed to be bleeding, he gritted his teeth and said: "Get lost."

The little raccoon didn't care either, and said "Oh", the meat pad stepped on the icy snow, and walked away slowly, leaving a string of small plum blossom footprints on the snow.

After Xiaoli left, Bian Ling stood in the yard for a long time before rushing into the room as if waking up from a dream.

Bian Ling dragged out Ji Bingzhu's box, and didn't bother to look for it one by one, and just overturned it with his palm. Ji Bingzhu's clothes and some gadgets were scattered all over the floor.

Bian Ling didn't even look at other things, he almost scrambled to find the evergreen box he had seen before, and threw everything aside, only then did he see the still box in the corner. In a small box that exudes aura.

The box is extremely delicate, and it is considered a priceless treasure on the outside. Bian Ling pressed the hidden button on the side, and the box made a "click" sound, and the box lid slowly opened, revealing the contents inside.

Originally, Bian Ling thought that there would be some exquisite gadgets collected by Ji Bingzhu somewhere, but he never thought that inside was a flower solidified in blood amber.

People in the ancient thorns love to imbue wonderful things with spiritual power and seal them up forever. Because the shape of spiritual power is bloody after solidification, and it is similar to amber, it is also called blood amber.

A budding phoenix flower is solidified in this blood amber. The world only knows that the scene when the flower is in full bloom is the most beautiful, but it is not the budding appearance that is truly stunning.

Holding the blood amber, Bian Ling stared at it for a long time, unable to figure out why Ji Bingzhu would use such a precious box to hold a blood amber that can be seen everywhere in ancient thorns.

He put the blood amber back into the box, stuffed it into his arms, and was about to get up, but he didn't know what kind of monster the black inner alchemy in his inner mansion started to do again, and suddenly emitted a trace of black mist, covering him The entire spiritual consciousness is annexed.

The next moment, he met again like the previous two times, a memory that did not belong to him appeared in front of his eyes.

blood.

There was red blood all over the ground, Bian Ling saw a person staggering out from behind the curtain, probably because this memory did not belong to him, he couldn't see who that person was, the blank space Only a smear of red can be seen on some horrible faces.

Bian Ling felt that this person must be Ji Bingzhu without even guessing.

But at the next moment, that person raised the knife and dropped the knife, killing the person who was still or struggling on the ground with a knife.

The man said indifferently: "It's so pitiful to live on the last breath, you taught me this."

Bian Ling was shocked.

The man stabbed all the people who were still breathing on the ground, but in a short while, the whole house was full of bones and blood. He was dressed in red, and the hem of his clothes was dragging behind him, probably due to the special material of the clothes. The fresh blood continued to climb up the hem of his clothes, and after a while, it crookedly formed the word "evil".

Bian Ling's pupils shrank, that word was exactly the same as the bloodstains on Ji Bingzhu's clothes every time he went crazy.

He stared in a daze as the figure walked slowly to the only person who was still alive in the yard. It was a beautiful woman. She was stabbed in the abdomen, and the blood was trickling. It seemed that she would not live long. up.

The man slightly bent and knelt in front of the woman, and said softly, "It's me."

The woman's eyes were long and narrow, she looked at him viciously, her mouth opened and closed, blood foam kept falling from her lips, and she said with difficulty: "You...the devil who has wreaked havoc on the world...it's you!"

The man slowly accepted the woman's abuse, gently wiped the blood off the woman's face, and said softly: "You have taught me since I was a child that you have to do whatever you want and distinguish right from wrong. But my son has been a little confused all these years.

I want to know, you taught me that a person who cultivates the Tao is the right way, but why do you refuse to save others, despise the lives of others and only live for yourself?You taught me that you can be invincible if you do good with your heart, so why do you want me to kill my fellow disciples to protect myself? "

The man tilted his head, and a line of blood suddenly fell from the red mark between his brows, making his blank face even paler, and he said lightly: "You taught me that demon cultivators are born to be evil and bloodthirsty, so why? Every time I only see that you are expelling Moxiu under the guise of exterminating evil?"

"Why do I see righteous people killing wantonly? Why do I see demons cultivating goodness? Who decides whether they are right or wrong?"

The woman's eyes were wide open, and she stared at the man in disbelief, "Heavenly Chosen..."

The man said again: "Is the body chosen by heaven to cultivate the devil a sin? Is the body chosen by heaven to cultivate the Tao to be righteous? You follow the ancient teachings and kill people who have not yet become demons, and even refuse to save them. Isn't it the same as that Is the so-called law that all beings are created equal contradictory?"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to chuckle slightly, slightly closed the woman's eyes, and said softly: "What you said is absolutely right, the world is inherently unfair."

"I am stronger than you, so you were killed by me."

The woman was breathless, her eyes closed helplessly, and a line of tears slowly fell from the corners of her eyes.

Bian Ling took a breath, looking at the man in blood in disbelief.

Ji Bingzhu?Will Ji Bingzhu kill Ji's family?

Before he had time to think about it, this memory in his mind quickly receded like the tide like the previous two times, and the last scene left in his mind was the picture of the man in blood standing in the sea of ​​blood.

Bian Ling's spiritual consciousness finally became clear, but before he left the inner mansion, at some point in his body, a tiny wisp of devilish energy rushed towards the inner mansion, and rushed straight towards his inner alchemy. past.

Bian Ling was taken aback, but before he had time to react, the black air had completely submerged into the pitch-black inner alchemy, and seemed to have melted into it.

Bian Ling tried many times but failed to force out the unknown black energy, so he gave up over time.

He came out of the inner mansion, supported the bed beside him and stood up. There was a small water mirror on the couch next to the bed. Bian Ling glanced at it inadvertently and immediately froze.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the bronze mirror, but because he was too anxious to grab it two or three times, he brought the bronze mirror close to his face, only to belatedly realize that his eyes had already had one Become a magic pupil.

Bian Ling frantically checked back and forth for a long time before he had to admit that his scarlet blood pupil was actually a magic pupil.

The bronze mirror fell from his hand, and made a few knocking sounds when it landed on the ground, and soon fell silent.

Bian Ling murmured: "I... am I possessed?"

He suddenly remembered that when he was fighting with Xingdust, Xingdust seemed to have injected a demonic energy into his veins. Originally, he didn't care about the weak and insignificant magical energy, but he didn't know if it was this time he The reason for the serious injury was that the wisp of devilish energy directly entered his inner mansion.

Bian Ling touched his eye sockets back and forth, and said in a low voice, "I am possessed? I..."

He knelt down on the ground slumped, staring blankly at the void, and tears slowly fell from his good eye.

When Ji Bingzhu helped him reshape the inner alchemy, he said: "If I can cultivate the Tao and keep the righteous belief in my heart, I will never be enchanted."

At that time, Ji Bingzhu's eyes were extremely beautiful, "You have to remember, if you cheat me, I will be very sad."

Originally, he had always regarded cultivation as his belief, and he continued to practice for the purpose of revenge, but before he knew it, Ji Bingzhu had replaced the so-called cultivation as one of his beliefs.

Some people say that worshiping people as beliefs is a taboo for ascetics.

People's hearts are changeable, birth, old age, sickness and death, misfortune and fortune can never be known, and people are the most vulnerable beliefs in the world.

But at this time, his faith abandoned him.

Thinking of this, Bian Ling suddenly let out a miserable laugh, and said in his heart: "He abandoned me first, so I will be considered a demon, so what does it matter to me whether he is hurt or not?"

As soon as this idea sounded, the devilish energy in his inner mansion, which was like a thin thread, suddenly rushed out of the inner alchemy, entangled the inner mansion circle by circle, and the devilish energy surged up along with the trend, killing the few people in his inner mansion. The spiritual power was devoured little by little and turned into magic energy.

Bian Ling didn't even resist, he knelt on the ground and let the black energy swallow up his spiritual power little by little into a pitch-black demonic energy with hostility.

Not long after, the pure spiritual power around him turned into a cloud of black mist at some point, rushing towards his inner mansion, and the long hair band that Bian Ling had always tied up suddenly broke, and the black hair It floated down and hung on the back.

His original good eye was crying all the time, but the pupil was gradually eroded by the demon energy in his body, and the scarlet blood energy diffused from the pupil little by little. Soon, both of his eyes became full of tears. It is the demon pupil of hostility.

Tears stopped abruptly.

Bian Ling slowly stood up from the ground, feeling the abundant demon energy in his inner mansion, suddenly sneered, and gritted his teeth and called out a name.

"Ji Bingzhu."

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