Sick Beauty [Rebirth] - Chapter 112

The sky of Demon Realm is as gloomy as ever.

The moon was shaded by dark clouds, and rows of red lanterns hung high in the Jialan City. The dark and unclear lights reflected the magic repairs on the street, like ghosts that only wandered in the world.

“hurry up.”

Behind a remote pavilion, in the shadow of a corner, Moxiu was impatiently urging, and a fat hand with a jasper finger pulled tight the hair of the man underneath.

The people below whimpered in pain.

The light of the scarlet lantern shone on their side, dragging out a long silhouette, and the gentle singing of the singers came from the pavilion.

“Since the spring, the sorrowful green and sad rivers, the heart is cocoa. In the sun, the warbler wears willow ribbons, still pressing the incense quilt. The warm and crisp disappears, the greasy clouds are all. Tired of combing all day long. Nothing. I hate thin Qing. As soon as I go, there is no sound book…”[Note]

Mo Xiu exhaled.

The man underneath raised his head, revealing a weird face.

It’s weird because half of his face is beautiful and beautiful, while the other half of his face is scarred and ugly.

“Elder Cen,” his face was full of tears, his voice was a little dumb, “I? Can I go back?”

The fat Moxiu surnamed Cen stretched out his hand and patted his head like a dog, “The night is still long. What are you worried about.”

The man kneeling down turned pale, and begged: “I had a high fever the day before yesterday. I’m afraid I can’t bear the tossing and fainting tonight. I missed the elder’s interest.”

Moxiu laughed and said: “Have a high fever the day before yesterday? Just so, can you taste the difference between you now? What’s more? What’s more, the elder is sober. Get up and go back with the elder.”

The people underneath knelt in front of Mo Xiu, holding Mo Xiu’s legs and kowtow.

Mo Xiu’s expression became cold, and he suddenly stepped on his head, “Don’t forget where is this place, the site of Demon Sect of Desire, do you have the right to say’no’?” He squatted down on his fat body. He grabbed the hair of the person underneath and pulled his head up, “Master Rong, I was also a beauty on the list of heavenly secrets back then. I went to Tianzong for thousands of miles to show my favor to you, but you didn’t want to look at me? Because of my ugly appearance, I can’t get on the stage. I’m even tricked by you to go astray and fall into the devil’s way. How did you ever think that there would be today?”

“Aren’t you self-conscious about your appearance? You know that you look like a dog. If it weren’t for me to see you in the past and take you out of the Zuihuan Building, it would be because of your dantian damage. Body, how can it be fatal?”

The bottom? People burst into tears.

Mo Xiu suddenly slapped his face with a slap.

“Why cry, cry, laugh. Otherwise, I will strip you naked and throw you on the street. Recently, the Demon Realm is peaceful, there should be a lot of it? Demon repair is lacking? Have fun? I will have fun with you.”

Hearing this, the person underneath trembled, tried his best to stop his tears, and gave a flattering smile to Mo Xiu, “I am wrong, I am, I listen to the elders, please don’t abandon me.”

Moxiu patted him on the cheek, “Remember what you said, no matter what you use tonight, don’t beg for mercy.” Then he grabbed his fat hand and hugged the half-disfigured beauty underneath.

Rong Ran nodded and leaned obediently on his shoulder.

Where Mo Xiu couldn’t see, his smile quickly disappeared, and his eyes became hollow and cold.

Since he was abolished from his dantian and expelled from the sect 30 years ago, all his fame, achievements, and even his appearance and cultivation have left him in the first half of his life, but his life’s misery began. When he was first expelled from the sect, he was rescued by his father’s secret guard and placed in a dilapidated hut on the outskirts, where he was saved by the pill. The dark guard promised him that his father would come to heal his injuries soon, but he waited for three days, but only waited for the news of his father’s death.

He practiced in Tianzong for decades and made many friends, but when the disaster was approaching, none of his friends helped him. Even the secret guard loyal to his father was completely missing after Rong Qingjue died. He lingered in the hut, but he did not expect that on a day and night of thunder and rain, three beggars were waiting for three desolate beggars, and, those few filthy ones. A dirty and ugly man, dare to do that kind of thing to him—and everything is just the beginning.

After those few people played enough?, for money, they sold him to a human trafficker. The trafficker knew him and knew that he was a disciple of the Taoist school? With this name, he sold him to the demon at a high price. The magic repair. Those Demon Xiu took him all the way to the Demon Realm, and after getting tired of it, they sold him into the Zuihuan Building.

He had been in Zuihuan Tower for half a year, and was almost half-life. After that, he met Cen Fangzhi, who had pursued him in the past but has now fallen into the magic door, and is considered to have achieved some achievements.

Although Cen Fangzhi’s appearance still didn’t catch him, it gave him a little chance to survive.

Can’t he leave? This reliance.

…He can’t die yet.

He still has grudges to avenge, and he wants to see what? People want to see.

Rong Ran leaned on the shoulders of Elder Cen who described the bloatedness, and his hollow eyes looked into the distance, evoking a smile of nothingness.

Under the dim sky in the distance, there is a tall and huge building standing.

That is the magic palace.

The people in the Demon Realm spent ten years building a palace for their lord.

…

The magic palace.

“Chu Lan, after you see the Lord, you must be cautious in your words and deeds. You must not look up and pry the face of the Lord without permission.” Elder Xue warned.

In front of him stood a boy in white?

The boy was born beautifully. He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was covered with a white coat covering his thin body, showing a somewhat fragile posture for no apparent reason. His lips were light, but shiny and shiny, very attractive, a pair of long, narrow black. There was a little panic in his eyes, but his face was indifferent.

The boy is holding a guqin in his hands.

“The waist should be straighter.” Elder Xue said, “Remember not to laugh at will. The legendary disposition is indifferent and not close to the mundane. If you can learn to be like a little bit, you have more chances to save your life.”

Elder Li next to him said: “How can I be completely alike? The legend has a face of heaven and humanity, a peerless posture, do you find an eight pole in this mundane? You can’t beat the shadow, and you are not afraid of the respect before you send it to the seat of honor. When the time comes, let down the anger. Burn yourself?”

Elder Xue said: “What do you know. Chu Lan is also one of the best beauty embryos in a million? It is also pleasing to the eye. Moreover, this time is only sent to the Zun Shang to relieve his boredom. As long as Chu Lan is capable, how can he cause Zun Shang’s anger? “

He glanced at the boy’s uneasy face, and secretly transmitted a message to Elder Li, “Recently, I have an unstable temperament. I have slaughtered several demon sects. The next one is the sect of the two of us. One’s attitude is not yet clear. We will send a fake up. If it wins the Lord’s favor, it’s a good thing. If not, we can give the Lord’s recent anger a vent.”

Elder Li did not answer, but there was a hint of pity in the eyes of the boy.

Elder Xue waved his hand forward, “Go, go quickly. Don’t miss the hour.”

The boy held the guqin, strode nervously, and walked into the dark and deep magic palace.

The full moon above his head was huge, and the cold moonlight fell on him, teaching him a shiver.

The door of the Great Hall of the Demon Palace was open.

The faint yin wind blew past, and a row of tearful bamboo rustled beside the palace.

Chu Lan hesitated for a while, but walked in.

The hall was dim, and there seemed to be a dark figure sitting on the high seat.

Chu Lan didn’t dare to look up.

He knelt down, put the guqin in front of him, and whispered: “Chu Lan was ordered to play the qin for the lord.”

The person in the room did not respond.

Chu Lan only felt that his back was sharp, as if he was being stared at by some extremely evil beast. He bit his lip and could only bite his scalp and start stroking the piano.

He has been practicing piano for more than ten years, and even his piano lessons praised him for his excellent piano skills. He is confident that he won’t make a mistake in playing.

The sound of the strings sounded, and the sound of the piano trickled in the Senlen Hall, bringing a soft and soothing breath.

Chu Lan closed her eyes and skillfully played the violin.

There is no error.

He just smiled slightly, and suddenly, his neck seemed to be entangled with something cold, he was forced to raise his head in horror, and the string in his hand made a huge sound, which was born in his hands and broke.

He saw an unforgettable horror in this life.

Countless slanting shadows covered the entire hall, and a long and narrow shadow on the highest seat in the middle was not like a human shape, only two scarlet lights, like lanterns, were watching him.

evil. Fierce. Indescribable. indescribable.

And what was strangling his neck at this time was actually his own shadow.

“Who let you in?”

Sullen hoarse voice.

Chu Lan was confined to breathe, shaking all over, just wanting to retreat.

But immobile.

There is nowhere to escape.

The monster on that seat stared at him, and the whole palace was filled with frantic shadows. He seemed to fall in a grotesque and absurd horror dream. Only the feeling of suffocation and dying was real.

He felt the white clothes on his body being peeled off by the shadow, and the pale fragments were floating in the air like white silk. He felt cold. When the things he had conceived were about to come, he was not at all about to receive the joy of grace. There is only endless icy fear.

He closed his eyes.

Suddenly he felt his body lighten, and then he was thrown out of the hall and fell on the bluestone floor outside. Hundreds of limbs are crumbling. He spit out a mouthful of blood.

“roll.”

The hoarse voice revealed a murderous intent.

“Don’t dazzle your eyes in front of the deity in white clothes.”

The broken guqin was also thrown out. Chu Lan tremblingly sat on the ground and found that the main hall door had been closed tightly.

He picked up the wreck of the guqin, staggered and ran out of the magic palace, not daring to look back.

In the hall, the darkness and silence have been restored at this moment.

The black shadow sits on a high seat, the blood-red light in his eyes flowing like splashes of blood. The pale moonlight shone in, and there was a deep roar in his throat, the thin and sharp black knuckles were bent, covering his face, and the shadow twisted frantically.

In a space terrifying like hell, the moon outside the window was setting little by little towards the West Mountain, and the morning sun slowly rising.

The morning light spilled into the hall.

The shadow slowly faded, retracting to the corner of the wall, on the high seat, slowly revealing the figure of a man.

Raven’s black hair fell down, his bloodline embroidered in a mysterious robe was draped, and his hands on the armrests were pale and slender.

He had a scarlet sword beside him.

Sensen blood radiated from the sword.

The man has a handsome face.

It’s just that there is a strong hostility between his eyebrows, which makes people ignore his appearance. Only instinctively feels fear.

He closed his eyes.

There was still tiredness in his expression that had not disappeared.

“Thirty years…”

He whispered hoarsely slowly, word by word. The Shura sword next to him made a low vibrato.

It was silent for a long time.

The man slowly opened his eyes.

The blood-red eyes seemed to be the finest blood glaze, turning into an icy indifferent light during the piercing. Looking closely, it seemed as if there was a black fire burning deep in his eyes.

Hidden madness that seems to be able to swallow everything.

He got up from the high seat.

Holding the Shura sword in his hand. The tip of the sword is hanging down, the dark gown, the elongated shadow, and the gloomy and quiet palace, revealing evil and ignorance.

He raised his sword and waved his hand in the void in front of him.

Ripples in the space in front of him. A dark crack appeared in front of him.

Behind the scenes, there was a puffy shadow spreading out.

He was expressionless and stepped into the crack.

…

Time City.

This space is illuminated by only a few night pearls on the dome, black towers with spires stand everywhere in the city, and ancient altars of different shapes are scattered here.

In the center of the ancient city is a scorched ancient tree. In front of the ancient wood, there is a coffin horizontally. There is a skeleton in the coffin, flowing with golden red light.

Someone leaned in front of the coffin.

His long white hair spread out, his face pale almost transparent, his thin lips stained with blood, his eyes closed tightly, and his chest no longer fluctuated. All interest has passed away.

In the silence, a crimson light slowly flowed into him from the coffin.

time flies.

The golden red light on the bones became thinner and thinner.

Until the last trace is gone.

The skeleton in the coffin that had not changed for thousands of years suddenly turned into fly ash and dissipated.

…

pain.

it hurts.

When he woke up from the silence of darkness, the first thing he felt was the pain that seemed to come out of the limbs.

It seemed that every inch of flesh and blood had been torn out. Every inch of meridian is being squeezed and broken, every bone is torn out and broken.

It is Shenhuo colliding. There is also a kind of energy that is more powerful than Shenhuo, flowing in his body.

He seemed to be crushed into a mass of fleshy flesh, and then forcibly glued together by that force, creating a new life.

Creak. Creak.

It’s the sound of a new birth after a limb broke.

More energy rushed into the divine soul that was about to collapse because of the use of forbidden techniques, making his soul body gradually solidified.

I don’t know how long the pain finally subsided.

He lay on the ground like a chicken just out of its shell, with his feathers wet and curled up in a slimy ball.

There was a pool of dark red blood beneath him, and the spread of white hair was winding and sticking to his sweaty cheeks.

Difficult to open? Eyes.

His eyes were a little loose from the pain, but the color was as golden as the burning sun.

Thinking of getting up, but the arm is weak and weak? I can’t even move.

Resuscitation of blood.

Ye Yunlan didn’t expect that he would get his life back because of this.

The power condensed on the corpse after the death of the Divine Phoenix flowed into his body, resuscitating the blood of the Divine Phoenix in his body. After death, it relied on this power to regenerate Nirvana.

Most of the bloodline power in the body was used to repair the soul that was about to dissipate and save his life, but it caused a lack of power to really help his body to regenerate Nirvana.

His Nirvana is not complete.

This is when he is weakest.

He closed his eyes.

One day in Time City is a year for the outside world.

He was in a coma and didn’t know how long, the outside world didn’t know how many years had passed.

And Shen Shu…what happened now.

Just as he was thinking like this, there was a sudden shock and noise outside Time City.

—It’s like the sound of something being chopped with a sword.

Someone out there?

The entire Time City has escaped into the void, and those who do not step on the Void Realm cannot set foot on the Void, or else it will cost their lives in vain.

Could it be that he has been in a coma for a year or a half, and at this moment, there has been a strong trampling in the outside world?

He opened his eyes to see.

Because of the resuscitation of the blood, his eyesight was hundreds of times clearer than before.

So he could see that a crack was slowly appearing on the side wall of Time City.

The crack expanded with the vibration of Time City, until it burst open with a crash.

Outside Time City is the turbulent flow of the void, a chaotic look, extremely dangerous.

At this moment, there is a demon standing in the chaotic void and turbulent flow.

Countless huge terrifying shadows were spreading behind the demon, and the scarlet eyes and the blood-colored long sword in his hand were particularly prominent in the dark shadow hunting.

For example, ghosts and gods come to the world.

In the next instant, the demon had teleported to him.

Yahei’s long hair fell down and intertwined with his pale hair soaked in a pool of blood.

The devil’s hand gently strangled his throat, his crimson pupils approached, and he laughed dumbly.

“Master, I caught you.”

The author has something to say: [Note]: The words and sentences in the text are from Liu Yong’s “Ding Fengbo”.