A thousand days after the immortals raised demons

The cold abyss sword burst out with dark red light, clearly conveying the master's anger, as well as the faint emotions hidden in every part of the sword body, which had already been integrated into the soul of the sword spirit.

It wanted to kill Shenwu, it thought too much, it trembled slightly at the thought, and almost escaped from Lu Mo's palm.

Lu Mo wondered what was going on with the second killing intent transmitted by Han Yuanjian, and he was only confused for a moment. The sword tip pierced deep into his clothes and stuck to his skin.

He felt the touch of cut flesh, but Fumimo didn't bleed.

There is no pain, no fear, no retreat, standing there straight, like a thousand-year-old pines and cypresses.

He said: "You can't get out of the monster clan, all the monsters are staring at you."

Lu Mo is a hundred years ago, two elders ruled out differences, sacrificed the life of the Nine-Tailed Fox in exchange for layout, created countless disputes, and planted countless fuses to support the superior with their own hands.

On that day, Lu Mo was in the Wutai, fighting against all those who refused to accept the challenge, and succeeded in ascending to the position, but he didn't know that those who controlled him left the most ruthless card for the Yaozu.

Shen Wu sneered: "It's up to you now."

Lu Mo let go of his palm, and the impatient Han Yuanjian pierced Shenwu's heart autonomously.

However, Shen Wu didn't fall down, and no blood flowed out, as if he hadn't been hurt in any way, and looked at Lu Mo well.

"There are countless people who want to pull you down. As long as you betray, they will tear you into pieces and shatter your bones into ashes."

Lu Mo took back his weapon and wiped it lightly: "For today, you buried the explosives very early."

At that time, when Lu Mo was the demon king, he could not live in the palace for a few days all year round, and every time he returned to the palace, he would recuperate in the secret room.

The ministers of the Yao clan knocked on the barrier several times a day to report where there was trouble again.

Lu Mo, the animalized demon king, licked his wounds, responded humbly, ordered people to step back, and used the water environment to watch in the dark and empty environment.

Since becoming a king, Shen Wu and the Bull Demon have been in charge of all trivial matters. They just fight for the monster clan every day. Even if they are about to die, they will be pulled back from the gate of hell.

At first, Lu Mo was instilled with thoughts every day, and he also had the blood to fight for the race. Later, he found that he probably didn't have the weapons of seven emotions, six desires, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

The two elders used him as a weapon. On the surface, they were in charge of trivial matters without any worries, but they actually isolated him from the world.

Lu Mo's life is only war, not life.

After a long time, he will also get tired and doubt, is it true that he was raised by them to teach him how to read and learn martial arts?If so, why are you so cruel to me?I never cared about whether I would be tired or in pain, but would only come to disturb me every day, talking about new preparations.

The animalized dragon prostrated itself, its nostrils filled with the smell of blood, watching the ministers in the water mirror capture all the monsters who had resisted him in the name of the demon king and exile them without killing them.

Faintly noticed that those monsters who were hurt would blame themselves for all the faults, and sooner or later they would explode.

Lu Mo will also feel distressed, abandoning the last trust, having nothing to put in his heart, he can only vent his emotions on killing, in the dead of night, holding a sword covered in blood, indifferent hope, who in this world will be kind to me sincerely ?

This hope has been waiting for too long, hundreds of years have passed, and he met a person who was completely cold-hearted, lived with him, and gradually saw the bright moon through the clouds and mists.

It is painful to discover that a long, long time ago, there was really such a person who really cared for himself, but all of these were destroyed!

The corners of Lu Mo's eyes were crimson with evil spirits because of anger and pain, and he launched an impenetrable and fatal attack on Shen Wu.

Shout out all the sadness: "I don't want to sacrifice for your Yaozu! I don't want to! They want to kill me, so come on! No one can control me anymore!"

Shen Wu was hard to parry, with countless bloodless sword wounds drawn on his body, and the will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes jumped even more vigorously: "You have demon blood flowing on your body, and it cannot be changed."

Lu Mo: "I don't want it anymore!"

He suddenly turned the blade of the sword and cut it fiercely at himself. The blade was close to the artery by an inch, held up by an invisible force, unable to go further.

Han Yuanjian's voice was high and thin: "Master! I can't control the sword anymore!"

Before the lightning and flint, Shen Wu's body that had been severed at the waist overlapped and joined each other, and he swung out the chains and tied them to Lu Mo.

Lu Mo flashed sharply, looked at the cave with a shocked expression, cast a defensive barrier, and said in an unsteady voice, "Is he awake? Is he controlling you?"

Han Yuanjian: "I don't know!"

Lu Mo's mind was confused, he stepped up to attack Shen Wu, cut the chain into pieces, watched Shen Wu's corpse shattered, a ray of purple flame flew out of the corpse, flew into the sky and disappeared.

Hastily ignoring her grooming, she ran into the cave, knelt down in front of Lin Chiqing, and whispered softly, "Master? Are you awake?"

No one responded. After a long while, Lu Mo let out a foul breath, and laughed at himself, "How did you wake up? Obviously, I gave you the drowsiness technique."

He took off his outer shirt and took a shower, but he didn't see Lin Chiqing who pulled down the quilt to hide all expressions.

At the first moment when the Hanyuan Sword appeared, Lin Chiqing woke up under the tug of blood in his heart, and heard all the conversations clearly, including all the pain that Lu Mo had endured over the years.

He always thought that he was suffering from being betrayed, and never thought about what kind of life Lu Mo lived in what kind of mood.

He firmly believed in his heart that Lu Mo used himself to become the king of the clan and enjoy all the glory, wealth, power and beauty, but his apprentice lived a life of licking blood and no one cared for him all day long.

That is a child that I devoted myself to raising with all my heart and hands. How could I suffer so much grievance in the hands of others?

It doesn't matter what seeing is believing, and it doesn't matter that Lu Mo was seriously injured and threw himself to the mountain gate. He only knows that his heart hurts, and he really wants to hug his apprentice to comfort and make up for it.

But what kind of mentality should we hold?love?Master-student relationship?

Suddenly, Lin Chiqing felt that being in love was really humble. He couldn't comfort Lu Mo with a pure heart, and was afraid of being found out that he was sincere, and then parted ways.

The self who recognizes his true self is no longer a high-ranking immortal who has few desires, but a layman with selfish desires.

Lin Chiqing propped up his hands, opened a thin slit in the quilt, stared at Lu Mo's new wound from the battle just now, watched him clenched his lips and cleaned the wound alone, and he stopped the bleeding without even applying medicine or bandages.

For countless days and nights in 300 years, he came here alone, and no one asked him if he was in pain.

Lin Chiqing's eyes were slightly hot, he put down the quilt, and when the person was sitting next to him, he turned over pretending to be asleep, hugged Lu Mo's waist, and pressed his forehead against his warm skin.

This distress, I want to pass on.

In the morning, Lin Chiqing woke up dizzy, Lu Mo was no longer by his side, curled up by himself, his arms were empty, there was a faint fragrance of vegetables in the air, accompanied by the sound of spatulas colliding.

Lu Mo heard the movement, condensed hot water and put it in the basin: "Wash it when you wake up, and the meal will be ready in a while."

Lin Chiqing stared at the still burning flames, and said in a daze, "You haven't slept all night?"

Lu Mo: "I'm a demon, I'm strong and healthy, it doesn't matter."

Lin Chiqing picked up a towel and wiped his face: "Flesh and blood will also get sick and tired."

Lu Mo: "I'm strong! Don't be afraid!"

Lin Chiqing passed him out of the cave to wash, the cold air hit his face, and he sneezed heavily: "There is a quilt at night, it's not cold, and there is no need to keep the fire on."

While pulling her hair, she glanced at the busy Lu Mo: "Food... just buy it in the city."

The two talked like the most ordinary family members. Lu Mo suddenly realized that the spatula fell from his hand, and his frightened eyes fixed on Lin Chiqing: "You..."

"Are you... caring about me?"

Lin Chiqing's face was hot, as if he had been flushed by the cold wind, and he didn't refute or respond.

Lu Mo said sweetly: "Master!"

Run over and hug him from behind.

Lin Chiqing felt that his whole body was smoking, and couldn't bear to push him away, so he became angry from embarrassment, and stammered: "The rice...muddled...muddled!"

Then came Lu Mo's frantic rescue, and bursts of wailing: "What to do, what to do! After working for a long time, it all broke! Master must be hungry!"

Lin Chi smiled: "It's okay."