The Protagonist Makes You Retreat About Thirty Miles

It is not difficult to bypass the guard of Xianzhou with the repairs of Ye Mingjun and Huiyue, but the real trouble for the two is always inside.

For example, now, they quickly investigated the periphery of Lingshan in accordance with Ji Mo's arrangement. However, even before going out, Ji Mo Qian Ding Wan told not to break into Li Xian'er's residence. When that small courtyard fell into the field of vision, Ye Mingjun still couldn't resist the impulse of his skin and urged Fai Yue to say: "We're going to put Steal it out to surprise Jimo? "

Ji Mo knows Ye Mingjun too well, knowing that the fairy ’s bold ideas are difficult to stop, so he deliberately issued a serious warning to Huiyue before leaving, this time is the time to accept the results. : "Are you sure? Didn't Jimo say that there is an artifact you can't beat?"

"I can't beat it now, but it can't catch me."

Shennong Ding is a magic weapon for refining medicine. Ye Mingjun is still quite confident that he runs faster than it. Seeing Huiyue is still hesitant, so he suggests roundaboutly, "Or, let's wait and see for a while on the periphery?"

Ji Mo only said that he couldn't go in. Standing outside to see if he didn't say no?

It was easy to be fooled by the fairy, Huiyue proved that Ji Mo's worries about his wisdom were very correct. "Well, I also want to see what Li Xian'er looks like."

The small building of Lingshan is not big, and the panoramic view is faintly standing on the outer courtyard wall. It is strange to say that although it is the residence of Li Xian'er, there is no medicinal spirit flower, only a few acres of melon fields are scattered in the courtyard. breath.

Huiyue used the night vision ability of the elf to scan the courtyard, and soon found a white figure under the locust tree in the courtyard. I was thinking that this might be Li Xian'er. When I saw the face, I was shocked. Off

Get up, "Why is Li Xian'er a bit like Ji Mo?"

"No, he is the demon king."

Of course, Li Xian'er could not be born similar to Ji Mo. At this time, Ye Mingjun pointed out the other party's identity in a sentence, but there was not much surprise in the look, but just thoughtfully and honestly, "My perception is correct, he woke up."

Yes, as if in line with the time of Xianzhou, the demon king who had been in a coma for a long time finally woke up from his dream tonight, but at this time he still could not withdraw from his memories, staring blankly at the endless night, and wondering what to think.

He has been dreaming these days in a coma. It is a very long dream, starting from the heavy snow in the north, but ending in the light rain of pear blossoms in the south.

In his dream, he became the young man named Ji Mo. One day, he was suddenly awakened by the chill of the wind and snow. When he opened his eyes, he saw a white deer tilting his head and looking at himself.

It's a beautiful deer, white and dustless, with ice crystal antlers well developed on the head like a thousand-year coral, mysterious and elegant. It seems that just after foraging, the white deer still carries the faint fragrance of snow lotus, which makes people feel very relieved.

The teenager did not know why he appeared in such a place, nor did he know exactly where it was. He recognized the deer's identity at a glance, reached out and touched it with surprise and expectation, and gently yelled, "Ren Qingya? "

White Deer did not know why he appeared in this world. Deer are gregarious animals. His former subordinates and ethnic groups are not in this snowfield. Although he easily obtained territory with strong strength, he was also very lonely.

Therefore, in the past few days, he had the thought of summoning his sleeping father with the secret method of the family. Unexpectedly, after exhausting the demon power, a human teenager appeared in the formation, and he thought that the formation was wrong. As a result, the teenager called his name.

Ren Qingya did not disclose his name in this world, and no one in the world has seen his body in the past. He thought that he could only recognize his father at a glance, so he licked the young man ’s frozen cheek and saw him No cultivation practice seemed to be terribly cold, and he squatted down to warm himself with his body temperature, and only responded in the ear of the teenager: "Father, it is me."

At that time, I did not know whether I wanted to use him to get out of the snowfield, or really regarded him as a son, Ji Mo did not deny this title. He told Bailu that after he was attacked by a monk and fell into a deep sleep, he was born into an adult because he was worried about the demon clan. Although he has no practice, he can guide him how to practice the demon clan technique.

The secret techniques of the demon clan mentioned by the teenagers are all inherited only by the demon king. The eyes looking at Bailu are also real joy and concern. Ren Qingya believed that a strange human could not like him so much.

Ren Qingya is an adult demon king and does not need any elder protection. He just lives alone in a different world and is lonely, so it is enough to be accompanied by his father.

However, Ji Mo only lived in Xueyuan for a period of time and proposed to go to the human world. Bailu did not understand why his father, who was a demon king, wanted to go to human territory, but he finally walked him to the border of Xueyuan obediently.

The White Deer was bullied by humans since he was a child, and his temperament was stubborn. In the past, he was subjected to countless whippings and refused to obey the monk as a mount. In this life, he has been carrying Ji Mo alone. Perhaps because this is his father, he didn't even feel any humiliation. Although he didn't want to be left alone in the snow, he still said to the younger: "Father, the human city is in front."

Bailu's eyes were very gentle, so he looked at his father who wanted to abandon his departure so that Ji Mo had no energy at all, and only asked: "Why do you want to use the licking spell?"

"I was taken away by humans as soon as I was born. I don't even know what my parents look like, so I want to give you a look."

When he answered, Bailu's tone was still plain and plain, and he didn't have any sense of self-pity, but he hurt the young man's heart.

As long as he took a step forward, he could step into the most stable territory of Shenzhou. However, this step of changing his destiny was not willing to step out. He helped the white deer's cold horn and turned his head back. Now. "

"father?"

"I'm not familiar with the people in this world, everyone's three customs must be completely different, it is better to stay in the snow original meaning."

At that time, the teenager could easily show a cheerful smile, watching the white deer's expression of instant rejoicing because of his words, and his tone also firmed up, "Is there a Shenzhou Mozhou outside? We also made a demon in the snowfield. , I will accompany you to drive out all the poachers, OK? "

At that time, Jimo was still a student who was spoiled by his parents. He had never loved anyone, nor had he tried to accommodate others. Since he met the white deer he created, he gradually became like his father.

He used to be a stubborn teenager like Ren Qingya, but now he spontaneously learned to consider for others, and began to try to comfort the white deer who had no parents since his childhood. He was growing up, but the protagonist he created did not.

Ren Qingya has only eaten alpine snow lotus since he became a demon king, but the number of snow lotus is scarce, and if he is not found, he will simply not eat anything.

The situation of the son's hunger strike made Ji Mo very worried. When he encountered a novel plant, he tried to feed it to Bailu's mouth. Ren Qingya had never been with his father in the past. He only liked to know that his son would be obedient. The thing smelled strange and swallowed it forcibly.

One day, this father was able to find even the most smelly white snake grass in the world. Although Ren Qingya forced himself to eat, he suffered from a stomachache at night. Ji Mo woke up immediately, only to find that the deer was not Any grass can be eaten, and a person like him who can feed a cactus is not suitable for feeding his son!

At that time, the teenager was very thin-skinned. Although he felt regret in his heart, he even touched the white deer eagerly, but he still blamed: "If you can't eat you, tell me! Are you stupid?"

Because Ren Qingya is a stubborn life of the demon king blood, he was often used by monks to test drugs in his childhood. This kind of medicinal properties is already used to it, and it will be good if it hurts a little.

In the past, no one had been so anxious about him. For the first time, he felt the feeling of having a father. Bailu was very moved and unconsciously smiled: "I never understood why my father used a human body before, but now I think This is also good, at least the human hand is very soft and comfortable to touch. "

This said, Ji Mo also remembered his protagonist's excellent anti-toxic setting, knowing that he was fine. Although I do n’t quite understand the meaning of the words, this son always likes to be touched by him, so he learned to squeeze the white deer ’s ears by the way of other people ’s cats, but it surprised the demon king and could only helplessly protest. Father, please do n’t rub my ears or scratch my chin. "

"It feels so good now, you must have been very tender when you were a kid ..."

Bailu's ears were extremely soft. Seeing that it was so majestic but irresistible, Ji Mo remembered the settings he had written, and his emotions suddenly dropped, and he only whispered to him, "Sorry, I You will never be caught by anyone again. "

Ren Qingya, who regrets in Ji Mo's words, can't understand it. He only licked his cheek comfortably when his father regretted not resisting the monk's attack.

At that time, Ren Qingya thought, after all, he escaped from the hands of human monks, and pulled out the Wudong sword to become the real demon king. Now no one can put him in prison anymore. His cultivation capacity is enough to protect the entire snowfield. As long as he sits in the demon island, the monsters here will not be treated cruelly by the monks as he was a child. Now he awakened his father again, everything will get better and better, and the painful memories are only the past.

Unfortunately, all this is just false happiness. When the truth surfaced, all the warm memories of the past suddenly became cold. It turned out that the man who really dominated his past was his most trusted father.

"Father, all my painful memories are arranged by you. Is this true?"

When he asked this sentence, Ji Mo's face was pale for a moment. This terrified reaction had already explained everything. The teenager finally understood why he was suddenly put in prison, gave up his struggle, and only barely answered: "You have locked me here, and I must have got the answer."

"You lie to me, you are not a demon at all."

Ren Qingya never showed mercy to the enemy. In a word, Ji Mo looked even more ugly. He hated such a reaction. He grabbed his father's wrist and forced him to face him,

"The monks captured the demon clan for better or worse, but you just arranged such a destiny just because it would be fun to watch me struggling to live. I am good, the monks in the world are all your chess pieces, you This makes us fight, even excited and satisfied. Such a **** is more hateful than all human beings. "

He was talking about facts, but not facts. As a teenager, Ji Mo did n’t know how much he knew, and he did n’t even know how to organize speech excuses.

However, seeing his silence, the cold demon power from the demon king rushed in from the meridians. The pain of the complete destruction of the veins sobered the teenager. He never thought that the white deer who supported him with all his heart would be so cruel to himself. hand.

"Ren Qingya, I set everything for you, even the Wudong Sword on this hand was given by me. Without me, you would never be born."

"How can you not become a strong man without going through the ups and downs, you will not understand, I must make the background setting logical, what I want is the story of the world going to the end and returning to Taiping with blood and tears, not the protagonist. Hang the cool text of no brain crushing! "

"I just didn't expect that you will really exist."

Ji Mo said a lot of things, and was very angry at first. He gradually stayed in sorrow. He only remembered that he was in pain. The demon king answered what he asked, and finally he was so out of breath that he could only make the last request. "kill me."

"I was captured by a monk when I was young, because the blood of the demon king's blood can be used in the whole body. I don't know how many knives have been cut. You can't carry such a wound. I won't kill you."

"Now you are the same as me at the beginning, you don't cultivate and don't rely on it, you go in the dark, go through the robbery and become a strong man, don't ask me to complete your story again, that's too much Cunning. "

Ji Mo remembered every setting of Ren Qingya clearly, knowing that his speech has always been aimed at the pain of the enemy, but when the demon king's utter words fell on himself, he still couldn't help crying.

Ren Qingya still remembers the tearless eyes of the teenager silently until now, as long as he looked at his heart, he was very uncomfortable, so he drew his sword and destroyed the eyes, and cut off all the fate of the two, leaving only one sentence, "You and I Never meet in this life. "

This is the past that Ren Qingya knew, but the dream did not end. Those Ji Mo never had the opportunity to tell him the truth, this time, after all, he was heard by himself.

do you know? I am also just a student. Not to mention manipulating the fate of others, even my own future is still blurred. I have lived according to my parents' arrangement all my life, and the only adventure is to insist on creating you.

Me, I gave up all the basic living conditions of human society, such as work, marriage and old age, and did not consider any future at all, and let you be born when everyone said you were crazy. When I first started writing, no one paid attention to me, thinking that I had to work harder, so I stayed up all night and only slept for three or four hours, trying hard to attract readers with updates.

I want you to be seen by more people, I want you to be recognized by the world, I want to spend all my time writing your story until the end, this is the only dream of the young Ji Mo.

Perhaps in your opinion, this kind of sacrifice can't be compared with the **** battle of a demon king, but for me, the biggest setback I experienced at that time was the failure of the exam, it was already a bet on the whole life.

Just because you value you and like you very much, you must make the story wonderful. Such a thing, as the protagonist, Heaven and Man can never understand.

After all, when I was too young, I always emphasized my position when arguing with people. If I was not understood, I would be full of anger. Before I even said a few words, my tears fell. Nothing compares to the present, the big things can calm down and discuss slowly. It's just that in the past three years, I have learned to give in, and I have also learned to be sensible. I once forgot the love and love that I was good at.

You're used to being tough, and I'm not sensible enough. I can't do it calmly like a wise elder. It's probably doomed to this step.

The protagonist I care about the most, you still hate me, and I really forgot about it. The story of "White Deer Blue Cliff Walk" is over. Hopefully, I will never meet again.

At the end of the dream, all the illusions are slowly disappearing. In the original snow, the young children are still persuading the white deer: "Do n’t be too picky, do n’t eat anything except Xuelian, and occasionally nibble cabbage. nice."

Among the demon clan's army, the young man said to him with a sword, "When the world calms down, I'll plant a snow-filled yard in the yard to feed you. We'll do nothing but watch the snow basking in the sun."

Separate dungeons, the juvenile covered his **** eyes, and the blood color on his fingertips did not know whether it was tears or blood. Eventually, he only swear to him in a hoarse voice, "I will live well, but this life, I will stop See you. "

At the border of Shenzhou, Su Ge asked the young man standing in the snow, "I am the high priest of the temple, where do you live? I will send you back."

This time, he didn't look back, just grabbed the high priest's clothes and said indifferently: "I have no place to go back, take me to the temple, I will be useful to you."

Finally, on the battlefield of Shenzhou Yaozhou, Song Qiao pointed at Yaozhou Camp, facing the morning star priest who never took off his mask and asked, "Your son is there, don't you really meet?"

Now he seems to have recovered some of what he looked like when he was a teenager. The answer is quiet but no worries anymore, "Go for your Chang Hui, I have Ye Mingjun, what should my son do? "

"Huh, everyone else has a son and forgets his mother. If you find an old attack, you forget it."

The companions unintentionally teased the Morning Star priest and gave a gentle smile, and a breeze was blowing down the pear blossoms, and they were all like snow, and he walked slowly in the rain of flowers. Can't remember. "

With the disappearance of the morning star priest's back, the world is finally attributable to the darkness of nothingness. In this dream, Ji Mo struggled for a long time and finally woke up, and now, Ren Qingya also woke up.

"Have a good dream?"

Ye Mingjun ’s gentle voice drifted far, the demon king raised his head, the hatred in his eyes was eventually replaced by burnout, but he calmly watched the white-haired fairy walking towards him, and then gently dropped the Wudong sword and broke it himself. The vow of ruthlessness when the two broke up,

"Tell my father that I will see him after ten days."

Father, Ren Qingya hates you most in his life, and you love him the most. You created me, this time, I will give you everything back.

From then on, you and I really belong to Molu, and neither owes each other.

The author has something to say: Ren Qingya: Father, life is nothing but a mirror of flowers and waters, and eventually dust returns to dust, and soil returns to earth.

Ji Mo: Literary and art, speak human.

Ren Qingya: I do n’t want to stop, I ’ll talk to you privately, do n’t feed dog food.

Ji Mo: Ye Mingjun, give him a luxurious dog food package, thank you.

Song Qiao: Pro-son, the identification is correct.