I am a Juggernaut by virtue of my beauty [Transmigration Book]

The origin of the demon belongs to the next link of the rules of the Dao of Heaven, and the master of the great demon is still under the jurisdiction of the Dao of Heaven. When Mu Xiwei finishes making his oath, the Dao of Heaven will record his oath in the dark, forming an invisible bondage.

There was a mild look in Luo Yongzhou's eyes.

The demon masters of the past dynasties may have different methods of birth, but they all focus on one magic word. Even if they were born as humans, they were crushed to the bone by all kinds of blood, tears and pain, and their temperaments changed drastically. Find a kind of relief.

Nature cannot be discussed by human beings.

But Mu Xiwei was different from them.He was born with a stubborn heart, unmelted by fire, unbreakable by metal, frost and severe cold, holding the hardest stubborn shell to guard the clarity and softness inside.

Discussing the matter as it stands, and sticking to one's heart, these eight words seem to be the same thing, but any individual can do it.

It wasn't until I really walked this time in the world that I realized how difficult it is to persevere.

Mu Xiwei was one of the few exceptions.

So even if the origin of the demon is awakened in his body, he is still more like a human being than the great demon master.

Maybe it's not impossible to have the best of both worlds, Luo Yongzhou thought.

Of course, it must be difficult to have the best of both worlds, and there must be many obstacles, both numerous and dangerous.

But with the light of his bright candle in front of him, those difficulties, which are as difficult as heaven, are nothing more than trivial matters.

Luo Yongzhou heard a slight smile in his voice: "I made a note of it."

After they were in a daze for a while, Mu Xi calmed down and got up to collect the bones of the Mu family.

Even if you have been mentally prepared to identify your closest relatives one by one, the process of burying them is undoubtedly tantamount to cutting flesh with a blunt knife.

Mu Xi's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his hands became slower and slower.

For the first time, he experienced such a deep and surging hatred. He cursed with the most vicious words [-] million times, and let the perpetrator die [-] million times would not be enough to make up for the hatred.

It is precisely because he knows that the matter has come to this point and is irreparable, even if he sacrifices with the blood of his enemies, it will be futile afterward, so the hatred grows deeper.

Luo Yongzhou didn't say a word, it was so silent as if it didn't exist.

It's not that he doesn't hate doing things, it's not that he doesn't want to cheer Mu Xi up.

But this hurdle must be passed by Mu Xiwei himself, and there is nothing anyone else can do.

The best he could do was not to bother.

The last member of the Mu family was also buried in the tomb prepared during his lifetime. The blood of the Mu family had already dried up, leaving only the ruins of broken tiles, blocks and bricks piled up early.

All kinds of things in the past are like Nanke Yimeng.

Mu Xiwei stayed in front of the ruins of the Mu Mansion for a long time, until the sun set on the western mountain, only the reddest bright sunset light sprayed on the sky, but it was too weak to illuminate the entire drowsy sky. turned back.

He saw that Luo Yongri had been waiting for him behind him.

It was clearly covered by a mask, so Mu Xiwei felt that Luo Yongzhou should smile under the mask, and said to him, "I'm here."

So he cheered up for the first time, his tired eyes became brighter, and he said to Luo Yongzhou: "Fortunately, you are here."

They left the Mu Mansion together, and walked towards the boundless distance with their unpacked bags.

Mu Xiwei wanted to exterminate all the demons and exterminate the culprit in his dreams.

It's just that the origin of the demon in his body has not been completely awakened, and there has been no radical change. In addition, after a great change, Mu Xiwei's whole mind is numb, and he didn't notice anything wrong, and his cognition of himself is still in the past. , What I want is to improve my strength to settle accounts with the demons one day, instead of rushing into the base camp of the demons now.

Luo Yongzhou didn't say a word about this.

He was actually happy to see it happen.The original power of the demon is too great, and Mu Xiwei swallowed it into a fat man at the root of the damage. It is best to take it slow and let it happen gradually.

However, more than half of the demon origin had finally awakened, and Mu Xi benefited from it slightly and made rapid progress.

Punching Jindan today and kicking Yuanying tomorrow is simply not the speed that a normal human being should have.

Mu Xiwei couldn't believe it either, and had wondered many times whether something was wrong with her.

Luo Yongzhou stuffed him with the words book he bought at the stall: "Look."

Mu Xiwei chatted with him and talked about everything. She thought that Luo Yongzhou was giving him some valuable advice at this time, so she immediately put on a serious face and started to read the scriptures line by line.

What Luo Yongzhou bought was the most common and vulgar stuff at the side of the stall, the kind that he wrote with his eyes closed according to the rotten street routines such as cliff jumping cheats, hopeless elixir, humanoid cheats, and full of beautiful women.

When Mu Xi glanced at it for the first time, he was quickly shaken.

Soon he shook his head, suppressed his terrible thoughts, and tried to tell himself that Shiliu showed him this book, there must be a deep meaning, maybe it was written in a way of wanting to promote before suppressing, and it may not necessarily be something great.

He turned two pages, and his expression became more numb.

Then Mu Xi flipped through the book like snowflakes with a slight clatter, until the end——

The expression on his face was about to crack.

Even though the expression on Mu Xiwei's face was about to crack, he still couldn't figure out why Chuanluo Yongzhou deliberately showed him such a thing that was almost full of nonsense.

Luo Yongzhou casually asked him: "Have you finished watching?"

Mu Xiwei's expression cracked, doubting her life: "It's over."

In the past 600 years of Luo Yongzhou, there have been as many people who have been fooled by him as those who have been defeated by his sword.

"Maybe you are the same as the protagonist, with a physique that is unrivaled throughout the ages and treasures that have never been born in the world, so your cultivation is improving very quickly."

Mu Xi remained unmoved: "As far as I know, I haven't."

"What can be known by you, is it still called the past and the present, or the world?" Luo Yongzhou was not in a panic, and continued calmly, "Besides, you are not the son of Tiandao, and I definitely didn't give you cultivation for nothing. Reason. There must be a reason for the cultivation base, right? This is already the most reasonable."

Mu Xiwei thought about what he said, and felt it made sense.

He really believed most of the nonsense that Luo Yongzhou couldn't even make up.

Then Mu Xiwei carefully hid the script in his sleeve.

Luo Yongzhou was surprised: "You actually like this type of script?"

This taste, this preference, is appalling, even Lu Guijing feels ashamed when he comes, and is willing to bow down.

"No."

Mu Xi frowned slightly, as if thinking about something, but her posture was calm: "I keep it and reflect on myself from time to time."

Even though he has similar adventures as the protagonist in the book, the protagonist in the book is not the person Mu Xiwei wants to be.

One word disagreement destroys people all over the family, the king dominates and rules the world, the harem is full of three thousand beauties...all are not what Mu Xiwei wants.

What does he want?

Mu Xi thought about it a little bit, and after much deliberation, he just wanted a demon clan to stop causing trouble, everyone could get what they wanted, and he and Shiliu could travel around the world and stay together forever.

Mu Xiwei spoke out exactly what he was thinking.

Luo Yongzhou rolled up his storybook and knocked on him, his tone didn't seem to be angry: "Instead of thinking so much about what you have and what you don't have, it's better to have the strength to dominate like others."

He was very serious, as if there would be such a day: "When the time comes, I will count on you to support me."

Mu Xiwei also put on a serious matter, as if there was such a day, she promised him: "Definitely."

It is uncertain whether there will be such a day, but Luo Yongzhang has implemented it very thoroughly.

He not only rushes to the front line every time he conflicts with people, but also idles around, teasing cats and dogs and teasing beasts. Behind Mu Xiwei, he was counting on him to solve the problem.

Fortunately, Mu Xiwei has always been a good-tempered person, willing to work hard without complaint, let alone sabotage, never said a single serious word to Luo Yongzhou, and will only ask him to pay attention next time.

After finishing talking, pay attention next time, but I have to add another sentence helplessly: "Forget it, everything is up to me."

The implication is to let him rest assured that he will provoke people and beasts, and he can help him clean up the mess.

Mu Xiwei was also curious about Luo Yongzhou's appearance under the mask.

"Curious?"

Luo Yongzhou asked him.

Mu Xi nodded slightly, and felt that what she said was a bit inappropriate, and added: "I'm just curious, if it's inconvenient for you at Sixteen, don't be in a dilemma, I don't mean anything else."

Luo Yongzhou climbed very quickly along the pole, and said to him: "It's really not convenient, you should continue to be curious."

He was just talking nonsense, but Mu Xiwei believed it, thinking that Luo Yongzhou had some kind of hidden disease on his face, and said apologetically: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have mentioned this, I apologize to you, sixteen, don't tell me care about."

He never thought about it too much.

For Mu Xiwei, the meaning of Luo Yongzhou has long been beyond the frivolous appearance. It is a handful of light that is within reach by his side, and a close friend who Mu Xiwei would not trade for his life.

Whether it is beauty or ugliness has become the last detail, what does it matter?

Luo Yongzhou put one hand on the mask, curled his lips and smiled.

He wore a mask a long time ago when he was not in the white clouds.

Luo Yongzhou's dilapidated background, even if he puts it in a humble way, is considered a gold medal on his face.

It's so hard to die, he has such a face.Ragged old clothes, dusty face, and disheveled hair couldn't stop him from being amazed at the moment when he looked up and saw his facial features clearly.

One can imagine the ending of a young man with a face that captivates all beings and troubles the world, and comes from a humble background like an ant on the side of the road.

Thanks to the kindness of the old beggar who brought Luo Yongzhou up, he put a mask on him as soon as he got a rough look and realized something was wrong.

Afterwards, no matter how fiercely Luo Yongzhou fought with people on the street, he still did not forget to protect his mask to prevent unexpected disasters.

When he first entered Baiyunjian, he really didn't want to take off his mask.

At that time, the attention of others was a burden to Luo Yongzhou, as if he had become the fat that others coveted, and the next moment he was frying and frying a whole set and eating slowly, and he couldn't help but let Luo Yongzhou go. Yong Zhou had a heart of resistance, so he was naturally unwilling to take off his mask.

Later, when he had the first light of a bright candle, he gradually grew in the opposite direction, and he grew up to be the number one in the world. When he was born to be arrogant and inhuman, his beauty and ugliness were irrelevant to Luo Yongzhang.

He wears a mask as a kind of reminiscence of bitterness and sweetness, and also as a commemoration of the old beggar.

The old beggar was born humble, with no father, no mother, no relatives, and no reason. He was born to live on the streets; when he died, he was bent into a handful of bones due to hunger and cold, and froze to death on the street.

When he was born, he was swept up by a piece of grass and thrown into the mass grave. After his death, he was also swept up by a piece of grass and thrown into the mass grave. Wherever he came from, he will go where he died. No one will remember that there is such a thing in the world. A beggar like an ant.

Only Luo Yongri is an exception.

He always remembered the old beggar's kindness and kindness to him.

If the old beggar hadn't tried his best to protect him and find food for him when he was a child, Luo Yongzhou thought about it, and probably could have imagined a hundred different ways of death and a miserable ending for himself.

Where is there any chance to enter the white clouds?Where is the current Juggernaut?

He always remembered this kindness.

It's a pity that the old beggar may not be very old, but his body has long since rotted into a handful of tattered cotton wool due to the suffering he suffered in the early years, and he is old.He didn't wait for Luo Yongzhou to report his age, and he didn't even wait until Luo Yongzhou was old enough to beat others in street fights. He let go when Luo Yongzhou was seven or eight years old.

This is also the reason why Luo Yongzhou has been refusing to take off his mask.

At least he was alone, with a mask that had witnessed the old beggar's existence.

Mu Xi asked Luo Yongzhou to recall a long time ago.

It seems that before the old beggar died 600 years ago, he held his hand reluctantly and said, "Sixteen, if you can safely take off your mask one day, I will die with peace in my eyes."

Luo Yongzhou thought, shit, except for me, except for a mask, who still remembers you?

He said in his mouth that you can rest assured that the stubbornness in his heart will last for 600 years.

Luo Yongzhou seemed to be back in front of that year's bed again. The old beggar had a stale smell of long illness, and his hands were shriveled into a handful of bones, but the temperature was still warm.

He had worked hard for 600 years, and when he met Mu Xiwei, he suddenly disappeared.

If it's Mu Xiwei, it's not impossible.

Luo Yongzhou thought this way in his heart, but he said another way of saying it, plausible: "I'm too good-looking, so I always wear a mask."

Mu Xiwei said seriously: "I believe in you."

He didn't say that just to deal with Luo Yongzhou.

Whether it looks good or not is a very personal criterion, but regardless of whether the Falling Day Amulet conforms to the world's aesthetics, in Mu Xiwei's eyes, he is still good-looking.

Naturally, it is the truth from the heart.

Luo Yongzhou: "My mother said that there is no good thing in a man except me. The whole group of people who are different, see your good-looking face and come to greet you and show your hospitality. She asked me to wear a mask to cover my face. Disturbance of the Butterflies, I can't take it off until I meet my beloved and get married."

"Although I think my mother's worries are exaggerated, but her old man has only one son like me, and only one last wish. I can only do it to comfort her spirit in heaven."

Luo Yongzhou spoke clearly, as if he, an orphan who didn't even know his own name, really had a mother, and really told him to say such words.

After Mu Xiwei reacted, her blush burned from the base of her ears to her cheeks, she was in a hurry, and even stuttered and couldn't express her words: "Ten sixteen! I didn't mean to offend, I, I, and I definitely didn't mean that, don't you Annoy me!"

Luo Yongri answered, only the trembling shoulders and the slight sound came from behind the mask.

He had a hard time trying not to laugh.

Mu Xiwei went all the way to the Mahayana Minister of the Mozu who planned to attack the Mu family.

He came out with the sword in hand, the blood on the tip of the sword was still dripping, and Mu Xiwei didn't feel any sense of relief that his revenge had been avenged.

On the contrary, he looked extremely flustered, and the blankness in his eyes could not be blocked, which made people feel suffocated.

When Mu Xiwei saw Luo Yongzhou, he dropped his sword almost in a panic, and rushed up to hug him tightly.

Reason told him that he shouldn't do that, he should draw Luo Yongzhou as far away from himself as possible.

But there are always times when human emotions cannot be suppressed.

"sixteen."

Mu Xi hugged him slightly, only then did she feel that her heart had fallen to the ground.

He had a lot to say, but nothing came out.

It's not that Mu Xiwei doesn't believe in Luo Yongzhou, but that what he wants to say next is too unimaginable and hard to say.

Luo Yongzhou was already mentally prepared.

It's almost time to do the math, Mu Xiwei probably has a bottom line in his mind about the existence of the origin of demons, and coupled with the fanning of the Demon Race Mahayana——

Mu Xiwei should know the identity of her demon master.

Luo Yongzhou is well aware of the principle that blocking is worse than sparse.Instead of trying to hide it from Mu Xiwei and waiting for the outbreak to get worse, it is better for him to accept this matter as soon as possible.

He said, "It's okay, I'm still here."

This sentence was exactly the same as what he said at the gate of the Mu Mansion, and Mu Xi felt strangely relieved for no reason.

He hugged Luo Yongzhou for a long time, his voice was almost inaudible: "Sixteen... If I were the devil..."

An identity that Mu Xiwei couldn't even imagine, and she hated deeply from the very beginning.

As much as he hated the Demon Race, he hated the Demon Lord who was supported by the Demon Race.

When this identity fell on Mu Xiwei herself, let alone a bolt from the blue, it would not be an exaggeration to turn the world upside down.

The demons who killed their own family members must bow their heads to themselves and respectfully call themselves their masters.

Mu Xiwei didn't raise his eyebrows at all, but felt that this joke was really ironic. It was so absurd that his whole body was cold, and his blood seemed to be frozen.

Yes... the devil...

Mu Xi let go of Luo Yongzhou slightly, picked up the sword immediately, and cut his neck without hesitation.

If Luo Yongzhou hadn't stopped him quickly, whether Mu Xiwei was alive or not is another matter.

"Mu Xiwei!"

Luo Yongzhou shouted sharply.

He has always played in the world lightly and lightly. It is rare that when he speaks so harshly, he is obviously really angry. The overflowing sword energy easily breaks Mu Xiwei's long sword in half and throws it aside:

"Tell me, what reason do you have to die? Who do you want to make unhappy? I have tried my best to protect you until now, not to let you die."

Mu Xiwei couldn't say a word.

He is the devil.

It is the person who should not exist in his cognition, and is the most happy person who is born and dies.

Luo Yongzhou asked him word by word: "Okay, Mu Xiwei, tell me. How about you being the devil, would you kill innocent people indiscriminately? Would you massacre people? Would you provoke disputes? If you don't know, you're a You fart demon master, you are not qualified, at most you are a person with the origin of a demon."

Mu Xiwei wanted to say that he would not do these things until he died.

He couldn't speak.

Mu Xiwei hated the demons too much, and was too afraid of becoming a creature like the demons.

Luo Yongzhou: "Besides, you promised me, you have to support me. If you die, where can I find someone to support me and run amok?"

Mu Xiwei still didn't speak, but moved.

He hugged Luo Yongzhou tightly again, as if he was catching a life-saving driftwood when he was drifting alone in the vast ocean.

There are sixteen, Mu Xi thought slightly.

He didn't need to believe in himself, but he had to believe in Shiliu, and believed that with Shiliu around, he would never become like the Great Demon Lord.

The last thing Mu Xiwei uttered was an irrelevant sentence: "I want to go to the Mirror Tower."

Luo Yongzhou: "..."

He had a very bad premonition in his heart.

If I remembered correctly, Mu Xiwei probably didn't know about the Mingjingtai yet.

Sure enough, I remembered correctly.

Mu Xiwei looked at the endless wasteland in front of him, which was cleaner than the Mu Mansion, and there was no trace of wreckage left. The whole body was as silent as death.

After a long time, he said softly: "The Mirror Tower...is also destroyed."

All the crux lies on him.

The Mu family was wiped out, and Mingjingtai was also wiped out, because these two families were unfortunate, and there was a him with a demon origin.

The origin of the demon is the greatest original sin.

The two families were all wiped out, but he still lived in this world with his demon origin on his back.

What face does he have?

What face do you have to take advantage of the origin of the demon to show off your prestige, what face do you have to be the master of the demon?

A sword mark in the ground was very conspicuous, where the sword energy plundered, a depression of tens of feet was formed, which was equivalent to a sword splitting the ground out of thin air into a ravine.

It's the sword of the Juggernaut again...

When Mu Xiwei killed the Mozu Mahayana, the Mozu Mahayana clamored for him to return to the Mirror Stage, and let him see the good deeds that the Juggernaut had done.

Mu Xiwei knew that seeing is believing, and he didn't believe what the Mozu Mahayana said, so he killed him with a single sword.

But what he saw told him that what the Mozu Mahayana said seemed to be correct.

The sword aura at the Mu family and the Mirror Tower, the inexplicable blue eyes of the Juggernaut towards him, the relationship between Shiliu and the Juggernaut...

This was not something Mu Xiwei dared to think about.

But he has even accepted the fact that he is the great demon lord, how can there be anything in the world that he dare not think about?

"sixteen."

Mu Xiwei said: "The Mirror Tower was destroyed a few months ago. At that time, I was in the white clouds, and I never heard the news. I thought that the Mirror Tower was safe as before, and there were sword marks of the sword master on the ruins of the Mirror Tower."

"There are also sword marks of the sword master on the ruins of the Mu family. Obviously he has been to both places."

Why did the Juggernaut treat a disciple who was an ordinary disciple favorably at that time?Why do you want to go to a small [-]th-rate sect like Mingjingtai, and to a mortal family like the Mu family? "

"On the day the Mu family was destroyed, you came to look for me, saying that you had a falling out with the Sword Master."

Why did Luo Shiliu fall out with his respected, invincible elder who could be his most reliable backer?

Think deeper.

The Juggernaut has been in charge of the human race for 200 years, and the demons have made countless moves, big and small, from the land gods to the gas refining, all of which were suppressed by Mingzhu Chuguang. Something went wrong?

It was two mistakes in a row in a short period of time.

Under the entanglement of clues, the answer is ready to come out.

"Is it the Juggernaut?"

Perhaps what Mahayana said was not a lie, and the Demon Race was just a knife in the hands of others.

Mu Xi asked slightly.

He originally wanted to say that the Juggernaut was manipulating everything behind the scenes, but then he silently swallowed the words back.

It was a legend that he had worshiped for 19 years and dared not blaspheme in the slightest, and he was a blood elder who fell sixteen.

Mu Xiwei didn't dare to think of him like this, and hoped that all this was just her own wild imagination, so she could only put it in a more euphemistic and hopeful way:

"Did the Juggernaut know that the origin of the demon is in my body?"