Author: Mao Maoru

No one in the Fuyun Sect can stop Song Qinghui now.

Song Qinghui used to care about the rules and regulations, and now he indulged himself. He has never thought about killing people along the way, but if someone wants to force him to stop him without overestimating his ability, that would be another matter.

He took Chu Yao to the Demon Realm and found the inducement to turn him into this form - Situ Ye, the Demon Lord of the Frost Moon Division.

Situ Ye's strength has now been greatly reduced, and there is also a foolish Yun Susu. It is said that in order to save Yun Susu who lost his heart, Situ Ye spent half of his life just to save Yun Susu's life.

Situ Ye used Yun Susu to plant the demonic energy on Song Qinghui, which made Song Qinghui have an inner demon. Perhaps he would not have thought that one day he would be willing to pay such a great price to save Yun Susu's pawn.

In fact, Song Qinghui no longer cared about who is right or wrong. He lost the so-called chivalrous heart and killed someone when he wanted to kill someone without any reason.

In the dark black hall, the smell of blood was filled with the smell of blood.

Situ Ye knelt down on the ground, covering his bloody wound, looking at Song Qinghui with a steady state. He knew that he was defeated, but he could still speak out, "Immortal Sect, which had such backbone to fight against the demonic energy in his body.

The eldest disciple, now he has fallen into the devil calmly. Song Qinghui, don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”

Song Qinghui had no expression on his face and he slowly walked closer.

Although Yun Susu was already like a fool, standing aside stupidly, when she felt that Situ Ye was about to die, she leaned against Situ Ye's instinct.

This beautiful and simple girl always makes people feel soft-hearted, as if she wants to give the best things in the world to her.

However, now, Song Qinghui's sword tip pointed directly at her eyebrows without hesitation.

"Stop!" Situ Ye shouted: "I have a way to wake Chu Yao up!"

Song Qinghui's sword stopped.

The sword energy was swept away, and Yun Susu only felt the cold sword energy coming from her eyebrows. She now had no thoughts or emotions, but for some reason, tears flowed out from her eyes.

Situ Ye forced himself to hold Yun Susu behind him. He looked directly at the white-haired young man and said, "After learning that you were looking for Chu Yao's soul, I was also asking my subordinates to pay attention to this matter. I know

You have found Chu Yao's soul, but she still hasn't woken up. That's because her body is still between living and dead. Since she has the word "death", of course there is no reason to wake up as a human."

Song Qinghui said: "Continue."

Situ Ye gritted his teeth and said, "I would like to offer my tribe treasure to let her die completely, but it can ensure that her body and soul are immortal. You should also know that there are no ghost cultivators in this world now, but it does not mean that ghost cultivators are not.

exist."

Song Qinghui: "Your conditions."

Situ Ye looked at the ignorant Yun Susu. He didn't know how he got this step. He laughed mockingly, "Indeed, I did it by Susu's hand, but she did

Without knowing it, she never had the intention to harm others. If you let her go, as for me, if you want to kill or cut, I will follow my respects."

Song Qinghui: "As long as the method you mentioned is useful, I can agree to your conditions."

Even though Situ Ye came up with this solution sincerely for Yun Susu, it was still a long process. Perhaps it would take ten, twenty, or one hundred years... Chu Yao's soul could merge with his body.

Before Chu Yao woke up, Situ Ye and Yun Susu became prisoners, and the Shuangyue tribe was completely taken over by Song Qinghui.

The former great disciple of the Fuyun Sect became the first person in the Demon World to take over the position of Demon Lord as an alien clan in thousands of years.

Song Qinghui had no relatives or friends, and had no even a confidant. He could control the demons of the Frost Moon tribe under his command because he was completely dependent on the strength that others could not resist, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Without the involvement of favors, everything is much simpler.

Song Qinghui has always been a person who can endure loneliness, but he seems to be unable to bear loneliness.

The climate environment of the Demon Realm is not suitable for the growth of flowers and plants in the world. He planted a piece of Yao flowers in front of Chu Yao's sleeping house. People in the Demon Realm say that he is a weird person, he is not humane, and he is even cold-blooded than the Demon

, but as long as someone who wants to send a rare ancient book in the world, it is very easy to ask him to help.

In the mouths of everyone, he was even more weird than a demon, and it was unpredictable.

Time flies, and as time goes by, the demons who were oppressed by Song Qinghui by force and surrendered again have a desire to move.

This is the 100th year that Song Qinghui became the Demon Lord. He returned with the wind and frost covered in bloody aura. The slave in the Demon Palace lowered his head and did not dare to look directly. Not long ago, this one was wearing a crow-green Taoist robe.

He held a newly bloomed Yaohua in his hand, and the young man with a gentle temperament slaughtered the rebellious demons all over the city.

This is really a strange thing. He can use thunder to take human life, but his hands can be used to protect the most fragile flowers and plants, as if the word "contradiction" is revealed on him every moment.

Song Qinghui returned from outside and habitually went to the hot spring to wash away the wind and frost. He closed his eyes and gained a moment of peace in the dream he created.

He was indeed a villain. During those five years, he could not stand the temptation and peeked into Chu Yao's entire life from her soul.

The deeper he went into her memory, the more he blurred his identity, as if in her life, he became the scholar who could be loved by her wholeheartedly. It was like A Furong, immersed in her memory.

It made him addicted, and during those years, he often couldn't help but enter her memory.

The more he became addicted to it, the more he lost himself. For a long time, Song Qinghui couldn't tell whether he was Song Qinghui or the scholar named Liu Muzhi.

In fact, he is not a person who can endure loneliness. He wants far more things than others.

Suddenly he sensed something, Song Qinghui opened his eyes, he got up and put on his clothes, but in the blink of an eye, his figure had appeared in front of a house full of small flowers.

A formation was set up here, and only he could step into this place.

Pushing the door and entering, his usual steadiness was replaced by anxiety. Even he could not control himself, his hands were trembling, brushing open the bead curtain, and the figure in front of him also appeared clearly in front of him.

Chu Yao sat on the bed, she was staring out the window in a daze, and she heard the movement. She looked over. There was no blood on her pale face, but the brightest and most charming smile appeared. She called his name

, "I admire you."

Song Qinghui's expression was slightly stagnant.

She was slightly puzzled, "Muzhi, what's wrong with you?"

In her eyes, he became another person.

But for a moment, Song Qinghui walked over and held her cold hand. The corners of his lips raised, and he was gentle and elegant, "Yaoyao, I was just so happy to see you woke up."

He had hidden Chu Yao's soul for five years before returning to Fuyun Sect to take her away. During that five years, he entered every corner of Chu Yao's life, and even replaced the scholar, despicable

Let herself become the protagonist in her life vision.

In her vision, he was the one who reads and writes with her.

He is the one who talks with her.

He is also the one who has children with her.

Song Qinghui despicablely replaced another man, and also sadly made himself another man.

Many times, he doesn't know whether this is "love". No, of course it is not "love". Even if it is described as "obsession", it is not enough.

His desire for Chu Yao is no longer something that can be defined by the so-called human emotions. In the future life, he will tie her up with another person's mask. He is just so selfish that he is so terrible.

.

This is a terrible debt. Since he has fallen into a devil, he is already scruples.

Chu Yao took the white flower in his hand. This is Qionghua, also known as Yaohua. She stared blankly at the flower in her hand. She just woke up and was confused about many things, but she still

Remember Liu Muzhi's name.

Song Qinghui smiled slightly, "When you are in better health, I will take you to the bookstore, where there are many lost ancient books and books, you will definitely like it."

Chu Yao smiled and said, "Muzhi, you will go with me when the time comes."

Song Qinghui's eyes bent slightly, "Okay."

The sad and sarcasm that emerged in his heart was only a moment, so fast that it was impossible to catch it. He held the girl's hand, and at this moment, he was willing to become another man despicable and shamelessly.

Just as it happened in her vision.

He would accompany her to read and write.

He would chat with her.

He will also have children with her.

Song Qinghui was indeed crazy, but he still wanted to pretend to be a human in front of her. Even he himself was not sure what would happen in the future.

He is just a greedy coward, but he is very aware of his dirty and dirty life.

In another hundred years or thousand years, it is like a vine that only knows to entangle the trees tightly, and he only knows to grasp the person in front of him, and he is selfish as if he is holding the driftwood that is seeking survival, regardless of the care of one.

Beautiful women sink together.
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