long night walk

Chapter 2 Young Corpse Demon
Junior sister is the jewel in Master's palm, after returning to the sect this time, Junior sister will definitely tell Master about these rare treasures,
At that time, these treasures, how can he still have his share!

It's better to just do nothing and keep going!
But thinking of the charming appearance of junior sister, I couldn't help but soften again.

Such a lovable person, how could he go so far as to destroy flowers with his hands.

Forget it, let her help put away these treasures first, wait until there is no one in a quiet and perfect place, and then force her.

When she completely becomes her own person, she won't worry about keeping a secret for him.

His wishful thinking is quite good, but that woman is not an innocent person.

The moment he pushed her away, her gaze remained on his face, and she could see the ferocious killing intent all the time.

She closed her eyes in deep exhaustion, feeling a little cold.

"Junior Sister, don't just stand around stupidly, hurry up and help Senior Brother pick it up, what Senior Brother just said was just a joke, after you go out, Senior Brother will definitely share half of these treasures with you, and let you choose first."

But the woman made up her mind that as soon as she left this place, she would find an opportunity to leave his side.

The man let out a sigh, and his eyes fell on the little sword on the young man's chest. With his eyesight, he couldn't see the origin of the sword, but the coffin looked old, and the little sword was still very brand new, and it was not affected at all. The erosion of the years must be extraordinary.

He reached out to get the little sword.

Seeing his actions like this, the girl couldn't bear him to blaspheme the undead, and hurriedly stopped her: "Senior Brother, it's fine to collect the funeral objects. The deceased is the most important one, so don't move his body anymore."

Hearing this, a hostility rose between the man's brows, and the younger sister was worried about this dead ghost in every line. Could it be that seeing this dead young boy's good appearance, she felt love and pity in her heart.

Feeling so jealous, he couldn't listen to what she said, and his movements became faster and faster, he gripped the hilt of the sword hard, and drew it hard, only heard a crisp "click", but he couldn't pull it out, and it stuck deeply. over his breastbone.

The man's face became more and more gloomy, and he put down the long sword in his hand.

With both hands on it, he simply sat on the young man's corpse and pulled out the small sword vigorously.

The woman closed her eyes guiltily, clasped her hands together and bowed in the direction of the boy.

He silently recited the Mantra of Rebirth in his heart, hoping that the young man could rest in peace.

The moment the woman closed her eyes, the corpse opened eyes that hadn't been opened for hundreds of years.

His eyes were pitch-black, like a bottomless pool of stagnant water, without a trace of waves. His eyes were empty, and his pupils were a circle larger than ordinary people's. They were deep and deep, and looked a little penetrating.

The man lowered his head and tried his best to pull out the small sword, but he still couldn't pull out the small sword. He didn't realize that the corpse under him had opened his eyes.

The dead young man looked dazed, unaware of his current situation, his eyeballs were moving very slowly.

He looked at the strange man in front of him, moved his pale lips, but couldn't make a sound.

He raised his hands stiffly, and there was a tooth-piercing "click" sound between the bones and joints.

The crisp sound was extremely clear in this silent coffin.

The woman opened her eyes suddenly, her legs went limp from fright, and she fell directly into the coffin.

The man also stopped moving, and suddenly raised his head, looking at the corpse who didn't know when he opened his eyes in disbelief.

The shock in my heart lasted only a few breaths, and then my face turned into a sneer, and said sarcastically: "I have been tossing you for so long, and now I have turned into a corpse. It is too late to scare people. Don't be afraid, junior sister, she is just a little corpse demon who has just recovered her sanity. , nothing to fear."

"Kakkaka."

While he was speaking, the dead boy finally raised his arms and pressed them against his shoulders with difficulty, his Adam's apple rolled slightly jerky, he tried to open his lips, and the sharp fangs were faintly visible.

The woman's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the young corpse demon was going to bite someone.

He was about to speak out to remind him, but he thought of how his senior brother was so strong, how could he need her to remind him, so he stopped speaking out of anger.

However, the young corpse demon didn't want to bite people, he uttered a note with difficulty, but it was not a human language.

"This is corpse language. This little guy is probably threatening us to get out of his chassis." The man sneered.

The girl was slightly puzzled, because she couldn't see any threatening intentions on the boy's face, and she couldn't even see a trace of malice. On the other hand, her senior brother looked more like a villain.

The young corpse demon obviously heard the voice coming out of his own mouth.

The bewildered look on his face was even thicker, and there was also a hint of sadness, obviously understanding what kind of existence he had become.

But he cheered up and opened his mouth again. In his fragmented memory, he finally assembled a human language.

"Don't...touch...that...sword...dangerous...leave...away...."

The girl was taken aback, it was the first time she saw that the little corpse demon awakened for the first time could speak human language.

She frowned and said, "Brother, he didn't have any malicious intentions, maybe the little sword that killed him was really dangerous, come here quickly."

The man grinned grimly, but he showed no fear on his face. He freed up a hand, stretched out his hand and waved away the two stiff palms on his shoulders.

Then he squeezed his neck tightly, and said viciously: "How dare you threaten me now! I don't even look at your virtue now, I want to kill you, it's easy!" The other hand continued from beginning to end, Did not leave that dagger.

The woman frowned even deeper, and she realized that her senior brother's character was really too bad.

The young corpse demon was dead, his face was pale, but it wasn't the reason why he strangled his neck.

His physical body is dead, without breathing, so naturally he will not be affected, but the corpse demon's physical body is far stronger than ordinary people, and he can't do anything to him with his strength alone.

I don't know if it was the man's illusion, but with the sword light beside him, he unexpectedly discovered that the pale face of the young corpse demon had regained a tinge of blood, and it was no longer pale. It is more appropriate to describe it as a face like a crown jade.

Damn it, how could a corpse make him feel confused.

Suddenly, there was a piercing pain in the five fingers.

He lowered his head and saw that he was holding the small sword, and at some point, there were wounds the size of pinholes on the pads of his five fingers!

Although the wound was small, the wound seemed to be connected with the tendons, and the blood in the body seemed to be free of money, pouring into the inconspicuous little sword crazily.

The small sword is still the same as before, with a silver hilt, and the body of the sword cannot be seen.

The fresh blood poured into the young corpse demon's body like flowing water, as if the dry river channel had returned to a trace of flowing water again.

He was actually sucking his own blood!

The man was furious, and subconsciously wanted to let go of his palm.

But he was horrified to find that there seemed to be infinite adsorption force on the hilt of the small sword, and he strongly sucked his palm on it.

He clearly felt that the essence and blood in his body were about to flow into the air, and his heart became more and more frightened, and the hand that was strangling the young corpse trembled due to excessive force.

He said with a ferocious face: "Let go of me, or I will kill you!"

The consciousness of the young corpse demon watered by fresh blood is no longer chaotic, and a ray of light seems to be added to the dark pupils.

The daze disappeared on his face, and there was only a calmness that made people tremble subconsciously.

His human language was no longer dry, and he looked at him calmly: "I am a dead person, how did you kill me?"

The man roared angrily, the palms holding his neck gradually weakened, and he lost too much blood.

His face was paler than that of a dead man, his cheekbones were deeply sunken, and his appearance was more terrifying than a ghost.

"Sister, save me!"

The terrified girl came to her senses, quickly picked up the seven-star sword at the side, and poured spiritual power into the sword frantically.

The sword light was shining brightly, but she tremblingly pointed at the young corpse demon's cheek, and said in a trembling voice: "Let... let go of my senior brother!"

She didn't want to kill him, and she also understood that all of this was her senior brother's own court of death, no one else.

What's more, the young corpse demon reminded his senior brother aloud at the very beginning, it was the senior brother who was greedy enough to seize other people's small swords, which led to the disaster of killing himself.

Although she understands the causes and effects, but after all, he is from the same sect, and he is father's most beloved disciple, a very talented genius in the sect, she can't be cruel enough to leave him alone.

But that sword couldn't cut it down.

The young corpse demon slowly closed his eyes, and said lightly: "It's late, I reminded him."

With such a short hesitation, the man was already exhausted, and fell limply on the body of the young corpse demon, his eyeballs were stretched out, and the skin of his whole body was tightly attached to the skeleton.

The woman stood there blankly holding the sword, obviously unable to accept this fact easily.

That senior brother who was ambitious and full of longing for the future died just like that?

The young corpse demon's body was no longer as stiff as before. He stretched out his hand to push away the man's body, sat up halfway, looked at the woman calmly with black eyes, and said, "Are you going to kill me to avenge him?"

The woman was in a daze for a long time, looking at the young man whose eyes were dying along with his body, she lowered her sword in discouragement, shook her head and said, "I don't know..."

It's a strange feeling, he clearly killed his fellow brother, he is clearly a murderous corpse.

But what was strange was that she wasn't afraid of him at all, and instead felt more at ease when getting along with him compared to her cold-tempered senior brother.

The young corpse demon lowered his head and thought for a while, thinking that it would be better for him to explain.

"I didn't kill him on purpose. The living should not touch this little sword."

The boy pointed to the fatal sword in his heart.

The woman's eyes followed his fingers, looking at the little sword deeply inserted in his heart, her heart felt inexplicably sour.

What a good young man, even after his death, he didn't see any resentment, and even reminded her kindly not to let her touch the little sword.

The young corpse demon has been dead for many years, and he can't feel any pain. It is extremely uncomfortable to just insert a foreign object in his heart.

He frowned, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the small sword easily without any blood flowing out.

The woman glanced at him, originally she didn't want to talk to him, but in such a tense and quiet environment, she still couldn't hold back her voice.

"Hey, what's your name? Who killed you again?"

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