dhibooks Chapter 11
Chapter 11
There is a man who cultivated to form a human body, but because he stayed in this impossible place, he lived for a long time. According to what the deer said before it died, if the real king hadn't taken it in and put it in such a good place, it wouldn't have gotten it. It has an extra 600 years of peaceful lifespan, counting it as a small deer, it has lived for almost 700 years, even those monsters who practice Taoism may not have such a long lifespan.
But it is going to die now, and it didn't meet Zhenjun before it died, so I thanked him, so I hope he can pass on a message for him.
If this life-or-death deer knew that he was the real demon who would destroy the world and kill gods, he would dare to confess his last words to him.
The villain was born, and he did everything without leaking. This deer has guarded him for 600 years, but he never knew what kind of monster he was guarding.
I thought he was just a little devil, who did not know what he had committed, so he was locked up for self-reflection.
In his last words before he died, he did not forget to tell Zhenjun that in the past 600 years, he should have almost introspected. Zhenjun is kind, and he will not guard against investigation. If possible, let this little devil go.
These words were so disgusting that he couldn't listen to a word.
If it weren't for the fact that the deer was going to die anyway, he could say whatever he liked, and it would be just right for him to die after speaking.
Chapter 15
That villain will never let him out, because he knows that if he is let out, no matter whether it will destroy the world or not, the account of sealing him for 600 years will be settled anyway.
All the immortals and gods who survived are afraid of him.
He originally thought that the villain would definitely show up if the deer guarding him died, but after waiting for a few days, the guy didn't show up either.
A dead deer, lying there is super annoying.
He had to cover it slightly with branches.
Seven or eight days later, the guy still didn't come, and worms appeared on the body of the dead deer, and they began to bite the corpse.
He hated the smell and couldn't stand it anymore. His physical and spiritual powers were banned, so it wasn't very easy to use, but with a little effort, he could still use it.
He buried the deer with sand and stones.
When it was time to bury him, he couldn't help but said to the deer: "You still have to thank him, how do you know that you have been dead for so long, the high-ranking true monarch didn't even come here, if you didn't smell so bad to me, even a whole corpse Can't stay."
The deer is dead, and of course it won't talk anymore.
At that moment, he really felt that the deer that had guarded him for 600 years would no longer open his eyes and say a word.
And it started to stink, and then under the sand and stones, it would slowly turn into white bones.
He sneered and finished burying the deer.
From now on, no animal will talk to him again. As a noble true devil, it seems a bit boring.
So if a mortal fell down, he would naturally not be able to save him, but he didn't die, and when he woke up again, he didn't bother to kill him.
But this mortal is also considered interesting.
When I saw him, maybe because I was a mortal, I couldn't feel the coercion, and I didn't even feel afraid.
He casually chatted with him a few words, and naturally there was no killing intent.
The child is thin and thin, with blood all over his head and face, he can't see beauty or ugliness, but mortals, in his eyes, are now like ants, whether they are good-looking or not.
On the contrary, it was a child, who became crazy when he saw him.
He doesn't care about such idiots.
He was good looking when he was still a teenager.
Also because he looks good, he has benefited, but he has suffered a lot.
When he served at a banquet for the first time, he was terrified. He accidentally spilled wine on the guest's brocade robe when he was pouring wine for a man who was messing around. At that time, he knelt down to apologize.
The guest didn't blame him, but he said with a smile: "Since it was unintentional, wash this outer robe for me, and I will come and pick it up." Then he took off the brocade robe , threw it at him indifferently, and the brocade robe just covered his head.
At that moment, his heart, like the eyes covered by the brocade robe, could not see a little light.
He numbly took off the brocade robe on his head, and numbly stood up, the banquet was still full of feasting, but he seemed to be unable to hear or see anything.
He just turned around, holding the brocade robe, step by step, preparing to wash the brocade robe.
Isn't this the doomed result of such despicable people like them?
At that moment, he suddenly began to hate why he had such a pretty face.
If it doesn't look good, it's fine to be a servant who serves people.
But he couldn't resent this pretty face either, if it wasn't for his good looks, he wouldn't have had a chance to have a full stomach, and he might have starved to death in the stinky ditch long ago.
Children who have been hungry always cherish the chance of being alive more than ordinary people.
Even if, even if you know what the road ahead is, you can only survive with difficulty.
He didn't have the courage to smash his body to pieces and just ask for innocence.
At this moment, holding the brocade robe, the little servant who doesn't know how much etiquette, righteousness and shame is, although he is afraid in his heart, but in order to live with enough food, he also forcibly comforts himself.
It's okay, just treat it like a dog bite.
It can't be worse than being bitten by a dog, right?
He walked numbly, without paying attention to his feet, and accidentally fell to the ground, just in front of a wooden table.
Sitting behind the wooden table was a young master not much older than him.
But with him, it is the difference between the white clouds in the sky and the mud on the ground.
The brocade robe also fell onto the wooden table.
He quickly reached out to take the brocade robe.
"My lord, forgive me, my lord, forgive me." He would only repeat this sentence of apology.
"It's okay, don't panic." When the gentle voice came, he was a little surprised. No young master had ever spoken to him in such a good tone.
It was talking to him, to a lowly, lowly minion.
He looked up at the little boy.
That glance was very quick, because slaves like them already knew that even a glance in the face of a nobleman might be an insult to the nobleman.
Unless the nobleman has taken a fancy to their color, otherwise, this glance may anger the nobleman and lead to disaster.
But at that moment, he happened to meet the eyes of the young master.
They meet in an instant and move away immediately.
The young master's eyebrows are not particularly outstanding, but his face is as white as jade and his expression is gentle.
The humble slave feels that even the young master is not inferior to everyone he has ever met.
I don't understand that sometimes, temperament is more superior than appearance.
He doesn't even know what temperament is. He only knows that if his master loses his temper, it will be extremely scary.
He reached out to pick up the brocade robe on the wooden table, but he heard the young master's voice like a clear spring: "Wash this piece of clothing and return it to the young master before the banquet is over."
"Here." Immediately, a servant stepped forward and took away the brocade robe.
He stayed where he was, not knowing how to describe his mood at that moment.
I thought I was going to fall into hell, and I was ready to fall.
However, there is no need to fall immediately.
"Go ahead." The young master saw that he was not moving, and said.
This time he didn't dare to look up again, although the young master is kind-hearted, he is a noble person after all, he dare not easily climb up the pole.
"Thank you son, I'm leaving." He just thanked him, knowing that such a nobleman would not take his thanks seriously, so he retreated wisely.
How long ago was that, that little son just did it casually, but he remembered it for a long time, so long that even if the years later turned upside down and grievances and hatred intertwined, he could not forget it.
But thinking about it now, there is only a sneer, the so-called kindness, he has already repaid that person ten times and a hundred times.
But the hatred is getting deeper and deeper.
After being sealed for hundreds of years, he will never hesitate again, and he will never be the slightest bit soft-hearted towards that person.
However, although the country young master is obsessed, it may be due to his young age, which is a normal reaction after seeing a beautiful face.
Not a bit salivating.
So once famous, people, gods and monsters dare not mention his beautiful demon again, and he didn't feel offended.
Of course there is no killing intent.
Chapter 16
Yuluo checked the child. Although the injury was serious, his life was really serious. It is said that a mortal who suffered such a serious injury should have returned to the nine heavens long ago.
The child was fine, and Yuluo felt the pain in his body when he felt relieved.
He looked down, and saw that the place touched by the killing intent had a big opening, exposing flesh and blood.
He quickly took out a pill and threw it into his mouth.
After taking the pills, he tied up the wound with a piece of cloth, and it was treated.
The child stood obediently all the time. After Yuluo took care of it, remembering the child's injury, he took out another pill, gave it to the child, and asked him to take it.
The child squeezed the fragrant pill, thanked him, and swallowed it.
When everything was done, Yuluo remembered that there was still a demon in the lake.
He turned around and looked at the beauty warily.
Looking at it now, the beauty no longer had that murderous look, but said to the child: "If you are better, go back."
Yuluo was a little surprised. He thought it was a demon, why didn't he have any killing intent towards the child?
"But...but I don't know your name yet?" The child didn't leave.
"You don't need to know who I am. We just met by chance and we will never meet again. Who I am means nothing to you." The beauty looked at the child with a lukewarm attitude, but compared to Yuluo, who was almost killed by murderous intent, was really a heaven and an underground.
The child grabbed the hem of his clothes and bit his lip.
"I, but I told you that my name is Lin Xieyi, you should also tell me your name, this is etiquette."
Yu Luo watched from the side, sweating for this mortal child. A teenager in his teens doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, and he doesn't know what kind of terrifying existence the beauty in the lake is.
Although Yuluo didn't know the identity of this beauty, but Yuluo's intuition