Every subordinate in the world is slapping the face

Chapter 493 Fallen Demon 20 (End)

The host obviously didn't expect Wuyun to have such a big obsession with a goblin.

He knew that Wuyun was the reincarnation of the great power in the sky, so he never thought that the other party would be enchanted.

He was wrong, and he was still wrong after all.

"I want to let everyone in the world give me Xiaoyu to be buried with me."

As soon as Wuyun's words came out, the host seemed to be decades old.

He said tremblingly, "Wait, she's not dead yet."

"What did you say?"

"This is a seed she planted, and she will definitely come back."

The host handed a black seed to Wuyun.

This seed was indeed left by Shu Yu.

It can also be regarded as letting Wuyun think about it.

"Seed, hehe. Her soul is gone, what's the use of remaining seeds?"

Although Wuyun said so, he still carefully collected the seeds.

"Wuyun, this old monk paid Xiaoyu's life with his death."

Wuyun smiled evilly: "Brother, how could I let you die? You will only know when you are alive, how many people have been killed by your self-indulgence?
"Everyone in the monastery will die, those who spread rumors will die, those who incite people's hearts will die, and everyone who indirectly harmed Xiaoyu will die.

"Senior Brother, since Xiaoyu is dead, the lives taken by the formation are useless. Why don't I leave all of them to Senior Brother, so that Senior Brother can live a thousand years?"

"No...you can't do this. Wait until I have something to say..."

The host was finally afraid. In fact, he was not afraid of death, even if it was a bad death, he didn't care.

But he was afraid of living with other people's lives.

Hundreds of thousands of lives were exchanged for his chance to live. Such a life is definitely worse than death.

But Wuyun was clearly insane, and he didn't even want to listen to a word.

And he really did.

Not only that, but he also sealed the host's soul in his body, so that he could not die if he wanted to, but could only die.

How many people Wuyun killed, even he himself can't count.

Chi Xiatong and her harem, everyone in the temple, the villagers near Zhaotian Temple, Qi Yiqin who has been hiding in the dark, and of course all Yishi Chimu and his party, as well as the Hu Yao people.

Years passed, and he could never return to the heaven, but there was an extra demon god among the demons.

Lord Demon God is powerful, noble and handsome, he is the object of all demons' admiration, and he is also the demon that the entire God Realm wants to get rid of quickly.

But no one can kill him.

He was originally a stone of fortune, in charge of all destiny in the world.

As long as there is a soul, there is a destiny. Even if he dies, he can be resurrected according to the fate of all spirits.

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When Wuyun saw the host again, hundreds of years had passed.

The amiable and amiable host at the time is now extremely embarrassed, with a stench all over his body, and the flesh on his body has long since festered, but he still can't die.

He is truly living a life worse than death.

Wuyun is still dressed in white, and looks ethereal like a fairy, but the world doesn't know that a man who looks like a fairy is actually the leader of the demon clan.

"Brother, how does it feel to live forever?"

"Actually, Xiaoyu committed suicide at the beginning."

"It's impossible. How could Xiaoyu commit suicide?" Wuyun's face returned to normal, "I won't believe you anymore, I just came to see how the senior brother is doing, as long as the senior brother is not doing well, then I'll be fine."

The host squatted in the corner and said to himself: "I have brought all this on myself, if I hadn't told Xiaoyu what you did for her, she would not have committed suicide.

"Only by committing suicide would she have time to sow the seeds. If she was snatched away by others, she would not have time to connect the seeds at all.

"This seed was left to you by her, you have to take good care of her.

"Maybe she'll come back again."

Hope flashed in Wuyun's eyes, and a black light flew out from his hand.

Then the host finally smiled and closed his eyes.

# # #
Everyone knows that there is always a pot of soil in the residence of Lord Demon God.

There are neither flowers nor grass in it.

But Lord Demon God regards it as his life.

Not to mention getting close to her, even just looking at her, Lord Demon God will dig out the eyeballs of the future.

(End of this chapter)