Brother Xiuxian became a demon for me

"Fuck you, are you eavesdropping here?"

"What do you care about him, he is just a little monk picked up by the general. He is weak and weak. We can beat him with a fist." A man wearing a tiger head, wearing an iron suit, holding a big knife Stop the person in the same costume next to him, "Besides, the general likes it very much."

"I really don't understand the general. The battle between immortals and demons is imminent. Why did you take in such a little monk? But it's also strange that the boy floated over from the Hongsha Sea, and he was not eaten by the corpse monsters in the sea. It's a fate."

"What do you care about? The general likes it, as long as the general likes it! The devil summoned the general the day before yesterday, and I heard that he was given a hundred whips for leaving this little monk behind, and now he is still lying in the tent..."

Another little demon soldier next to him sighed: "Hundreds of whips are gone, the general can really bear it! When he came back, he punched us a few times and drank a jar of wine. If it wasn't for the daytime She got up to train, and I really thought nothing happened."

"What did the general see in him? This small body can't stand the general's toss."

"Is it possible that I still have my eyes on you?"

"Hahahaha..." Everyone laughed loudly when they heard some stupid words, and they had long forgotten about the young man.

Only a few meters away, a handsome young man was holding an iron basin, wearing a gray-blue robe, a little immature, but his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Mu He's Qingjun temperament.

After two or three distances, I stood behind the tent and listened carefully. Hearing what a few people said, I clenched my hands subconsciously, and quickly rushed out towards the other side of the tent.

Hearing the filthy words from the demon soldiers, he felt angry. After rushing into the tent, he smashed the iron basin to the ground and said angrily, "Why did you save me?!"

The sudden sound made Jiang Ye wake up suddenly, he saw the cold-colored curtain, and heard the boy's questioning.

But she grimaced at the pain from the knife on her back, and didn't dare to move at all.

Who is this person?

She looked sideways at the person in front of her in a daze, and a little monk who looked a bit like Mu He broke in and questioned her why she wanted to save him.

Jiang Ye was taken aback, but something pulled her and said, "I don't need a reason to save people. If you stay here obediently, I won't kill you."

It's not her voice!This woman's voice was even colder, with a bit of inviolable majesty. Even in the hundreds of years she fought on the battlefield, she did not have such an aura. A sense of solemnity that comes out.

"Fanyin, there is no balance between immortals and demons, I will definitely not succumb to you." The young man in front of him looked livid, raised his head, looked immature but ruthless, and swore, "I will take your life in the future."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Ye was startled. After thinking about it, she was brought into the Xuan Kun mirror.

The Xuankun mirror is originally the life of Sanskrit, and it would not be surprising if Sanskrit's deepest memory is preserved in it.

In this way, she is using the Sanskrit body to experience the scene of her existence in the Xuankun mirror, and she can only follow Sanskrit's memory, but cannot make any changes.

If she is Sanskrit, what about Muhe?Could it be the kid on the other side? !

But it doesn't look right, this kid is so unpleasant, he throws the basin when he comes in, the obedient meaning is that he saved someone, and he doesn't know how to be grateful, isn't he just a white-eyed wolf?
Sanskrit laughed instead, hooked his fingers, grabbed the boy with a force, strangled his jaw, and said in a rare soft voice: "Okay, I'll wait for you to kill me, but first you have to beat me."

Immediately, she threw the boy on the ground again. Although she was injured, she still showed contempt.

Seeing this, the boy's face turned red, he clenched his fists, and endured it, and finally rushed out of the tent without saying anything.

The wind and sand raised the tent door, and yellow sand filled the air. The sound of wind and sand whizzed in her ears, and the salty smell of Hongchahai in her nose. All these familiar things made her feel like she had returned to a hundred years ago. In Beimo, everything reminded her of the scene back then.

She sees the sky of the demon world through the corner.

It turns out that thousands of years ago, the demon world was covered by black veils like this, it was gray and there was no light.

She only knew Sanskrit from the book of war, and she heard that she was fierce and decisive. Looking at her portrait, she thought Sanskrit should be a gentle and strong woman, but in reality she is not only a bit rough and informal, but also likes to drink every day, even Even if she was injured, she would drink a can. She had a very good relationship with the demon soldiers under her command. This may be because she had been mixed in the barracks since she was a child.

Fanyin also likes to wear red clothes, because when killing an enemy, the enemy cannot tell whether it is blood or her red clothes.

This is why she likes to wear red clothes.

"Sanskrit" lay on the bed day after day, and sometimes he would listen to the little demon soldiers around him telling who had beaten who, and when he lost a bet, he would also hear news from Song Liu.

Song Liu is the name of the little monk who said he was bullied by someone, but he fought back, or ate something...

Jiang Ye was a little shocked, he didn't expect Sanskrit to be so boring.

Days passed, and there was no news about Song Liu.

Until one day, the sky of the Demon Realm burst into flames, and Sanskrit wanted to lead millions of soldiers to station at Duanshui Ridge.

Song Liu was left in the camp again.

Sanskrit said: "You have tried the heart-biting pain, if you dare to escape, you will never be able to unravel the heart-biting Gu."

She has heard of the Heart-eating Gu. Although the name sounds scary, it is actually the bond between lovers. If one person changes his mind, both of them will suffer the pain of Heart-eating Gu.

People in the devil world have always been ruthless. If the thing of eternity and eternity is just an illusion, they will not entrust this thing to anyone.

Jiang Ye couldn't help feeling, how could a woman like Sanskrit do such a thing? !

Only now did she realize that Sanskrit likes the sixth child? !
Song Liu naturally knew what she was talking about, a heart-eating Gu was planted on his arm, if he dared to escape, Sanskrit would definitely know.

The young man nodded honestly, but after the people left, he gritted his teeth and took a knife to dig out the heart-biting Gu. He escaped, but was stopped at the edge of Hongchahai.

He stayed in Hongchahai for three days before being found and tied back.

Those demon soldiers didn't dare to do anything to this little monk, because their general said to take good care of him, although he was a little reluctant, he still did it...

But when Song Liu dug out the heart-biting Gu, she also felt the pain of Sanskrit. At that time, they had been fighting for three months. The monks besieged, and finally returned injured.

In that battle, both the fairy and demon worlds suffered heavy losses, but the friction between the two worlds continued, both large and small, and finally both sides retreated to their respective sides.

In fact, Jiang Ye wanted to take the opportunity to see what kind of demon king everyone admired in the demon world, but the memory of Sanskrit Sanskrit described the demon king at most once, and he never appeared again. If he saw it, it would be just a back view .

Sanskrit was wounded and returned to the camp to recuperate. The young man just watched with cold eyes, like a third party.

He stood outside her tent for a long time, knowing in his heart that Sanskrit was not really a heinous witch as the master and the others said.

People in their demon clan also live like them, and Sanskrit can laugh and have a bold temper, which is even more rare for a human being.

so what!

He knows his position. Now that the world of immortals and demons is in chaos, he is a cultivator, and his position has never changed. He is going back to Penglai.

The demon soldier next to him pushed him from the back and scolded: "Why are you so stupid? Didn't you hear our general calling you?"

Then he bawled again, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and cursed bullishly: "You stinky Taoist cultivator, if it weren't for our general to protect you, I would have killed you long ago!"

Of course the young man listened to this, but turned a deaf ear to it, pushed aside the curtain, and walked in calmly.

Through two or three layers of white gauze curtains, the young man saw the woman in red with her skirts open, revealing a slender neck like jade, sitting paralyzed sideways, with one hand resting on the head of the bed. Through the gauze, he could clearly see her showing her injured The arm was smooth and strong, with several wounds, but he felt that the woman in front of him was a little charming.

The boy lowered his head and coughed dryly, but the blush on his face betrayed him.

"Come in!" Sanskrit called people to come in, with the lapel still open, he didn't care much, and asked casually: "I heard that you have been to the edge of Hongchahai in the past few days?"

Sanskrit stared at the place where the young man wrapped his arms, his eyes were cold, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"Yes!" Hearing this, the boy's face was stiff, but he still answered honestly, as if making up his mind, he raised his head and looked at her, "I want to go back to Penglai!"

"Why?" Sanskrit was obviously a little impatient, but still asked patiently: "Is it because you are not used to eating, or is someone bullying you? Or do you think staying here is too boring?"

These questions were all raised by him.

One day, he told the magic soldier who brought the food that he only drank the morning dew every day, so that he didn't have to bring the food anymore.

Since then, those demon soldiers did not bring any more food, but they began to give him the morning dew they collected every day.

If he said bullying, he knew very well that none of the demon soldiers in Hongchahai dared to touch him, and he didn't need to promise anyone, he only needed to serve the woman in front of him.

"Immortal and Demon Zhanluan, I shouldn't be here." The boy shook his head, "I should go back..."

Sanskrit stared at her and said coldly, "You want to be my enemy."

The young man opened his mouth, and finally nodded: "I am from Penglai, and monsters are our natural enemies. I am very grateful to you for saving me, but I should go back..."

"Go back and be bullied by your senior brother? Then push him down the sea of ​​Hongsha." Sanskrit interrupted again, with a bit of coldness in his words, breaking the line of defense in his heart.

"You actually know?"

The young man looked a bit shocked. He was an outer disciple of Penglai. Although he entered the way of cultivating immortals, his foundation was weak. When he was fleeing, he met the ancestor of Penglai and was taken in by him.

As Sanskrit said, there are many people who look down on him in the door. He worked hard and practiced every day, and climbed up one step at a time. But how can the practice in the door be so easy? There are always tigers blocking the way in the world.

But, these are things of the past.

The boy said: "So what, this is my choice."

Sanskrit did not speak.

But Jiang Ye was depressed, he was so cautious about his feelings, where did the decisive general she saw in the book of war go?

Moreover, the majestic witch would like such a soft and weak little Douding, which does not fit Sanskrit's temperament.

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