Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"We may not take care of you. You can do it yourself." After Shen Qingshi said this to the young man, he took Gu Xuan and rushed into the monster pile.

The boy only saw Shen Qing and Gu Xuan fighting with the monster. He didn't have time to see more because a monster had already run in front of him. As soon as the boy's face changed, he rolled aside.

He narrowly avoided the monster's claw, but did not avoid the monster's other hand, which also had sharp nails.

Although he had known the existence of the monster for a long time, he saw the monster for the first time and faced it head-on for the first time. For a moment, he forgot that the monster in front of him had four hands.

The boy covered his stomach pierced by the monster's hand, and a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth.

The monsters in the room don't know what they are, but they have stopped. The one who hurt him doesn't attack him any more. Shen Qingshi and Gu Xuan don't know where they have gone. They are gone.

The young man's eyes swept around the room, and finally fell on his parents and sister who were sitting against the wall. He coughed softly, his body trembled with pain, and the blood in his mouth could not stop.

He smiles at his sister with dull eyes, and suddenly remembers what Shen Qing said before the monster rushed in.

The boy's eyes brightened for a moment, and suddenly burst out a force. He stretched out a hand full of blood, grabbed the clothes of the beautiful man in front of him, and gasped: "when At the beginning I ate Your Flesh and blood, you You eat me Eat me Let my sister go She She didn't know She doesn't know anything... "

The young man's eyes were full of pleading, just like in his young memory, the devil who had almost been cut off, only a pair of white bone trunk, and even the flesh and blood on his face had not been let go. The devil, just like him, tried to catch the people around him with a hand with only white bone.

He begged people to let him go.

However, everyone looked at it, and no one was soft hearted. Some were just afraid and worried, worried that he would revenge himself when he was well.

The boy thought that he might as well have died in that strange disease. If he died, his parents would not have found the wandering practitioner, and would not have known that the flesh and blood of the devil could cure the disease.

Maybe None of this would have happened.

The light in the young man's eyes faded slowly, and his enchanted hand finally slipped down. At the moment when the breath disappeared, he was still repeating that sentence.

He said, "let my sister go. She doesn't know anything. She's right..."

"But what did I do wrong?" The devil drooped his eyes, looked at the boy who died at his feet, and said softly.

He just likes human beings, so when he came to live in the world, he deliberately restrained the evil spirit, even endured the pain, and ate a kind of spiritual fruit every once in a while.

The aura in the fruit of the spirit and the evil Qi are mutually antagonistic. When he eats the fruit of the spirit, the aura stirs in his body, which is the pain of scraping bones and cutting flesh.

But he could bear all these, because if he wanted to live with people, he had to eat the fruit of restraining the evil Qi.

When he finally lived in harmony with the people here, he even spared no effort to save others with his own flesh and blood. What is the point of cutting flesh and bleeding? Anyway, he's had enough of the pain.

But what do these people repay him for?

And what did he do wrong? Maybe he shouldn't leave the demon world. As a demon, he shouldn't want to live in peace with mortals.