Sick Beauty [Rebirth] - Chapter 122

The scorching sun is shining.

Elder Xue felt that he was already a useless person.

Although he had known that the Demon Lord himself was unsure of his anger and hated the strangers wandering around the Demon Palace, Elder Xue didn’t? Thought that in a large Demon Palace, there were not even a few shadows of the Demon Palace.

And the outside world imagined that there were no beautiful concubines in the devil’s palace. Even the maids were all dressed up and down, and they had to cover their faces with black gauze, so they couldn’t see whether they looked like humans or ghosts.

Because of the techniques they practice, most of the demons indulge their desires. They act like Demon Venerable. It is rare to see that a white swan suddenly emerges from a group of black ducks in a quagmire.

However, Mozun is not a white swan.

He flapped his wings, probably even darker than the darkest crow in the world.

And a slap can slap the black ducks into the quagmire and corpses all over the field.

Just like Elder Xue now.

There are few people in the magic palace, so it is conceivable that it needs to be cleaned much more conveniently.

But Elder Xue didn’t at the beginning? I thought there would be so many.

From the main hall of the magic palace in the front to the winding corridor in the back, and to the dozens of palaces in it, sweeping to the rear garden, Elder Xue was miserable with the broom.

He was a Mahayana Demon Cultivation, where it was not a great power, but now he has fallen to this point. Whenever he thinks of this, he can’t wait to go back and drown himself who had come up with the bad idea.

And sweeping the floor is not the most helpless thing.

The most helpless thing is that in the magic palace, he doesn’t know what? When, he will see some things that shouldn’t be seen, and see some people who shouldn’t.

for example.

When he was sweeping the floor and sweating profusely the day before yesterday, he saw smoke coming out of the dining room. He happened to have some greedy mouths, so he wanted to go in and see what was there to eat.

He thought, the dining room is a good place for cooking. Should the palms of the meal be the maids who look at them with black veil? Maybe, maybe he can make friends so that he can get rid of the devil. The time of the palace errand.

Elder Xue walked in with joy.

Then, he saw…Master Mozun standing in front of the smoking stove with his sleeves rolled up.

The Demon Lord looked over with a smile but a smile, his face seemed to have a little? Dissipated laziness, very handsome.

It’s just that the eyes are bloody, and the eyes are full of hostility, as if there is a sea of ​​blood and corpses, so that most of the people in the world ignore his handsome and beautiful face, and only feel fear and horror.

Elder Xue felt as if he was already a corpse. The voice also stammered, “No, no, no… I know the Lord is here, I don’t mean to offend, Ma… just leave.”

He turned around and wanted to escape outside.

However, the door of the dining room suddenly slammed shut in front of him.

“What do you do in a hurry?” The devil’s careless voice came from behind him, “Just right, you?, come and taste the cakes made by the deity.”

Mozun personally cooks cakes and then asks him to taste them?

Elder Xue felt that the whole world was not real anymore. Didn’t you feel flattered, but both legs were trembling, wondering if the Demon Lord had developed a new poison, and wanted to try him first.

But had to turn around and move over.

Mozun’s hand knocked on the side of the stove, and there was indeed a dish of cakes there.

A few light green pastries were placed on a white floppy disk, with many apricot blossoms sprinkled on them. Look? There are still a little…good-looking.

This is made by Mozun… apricot blossom mung bean cake?

Elder Xue moved cautiously, took a piece of it into his mouth cautiously, and took another bite cautiously.

His face changed from white to green.

too sweet.

It was so sweet as to spill two catties of sugar in it, and the aroma of apricot blossom was completely overwhelmed. After the sweetness, it seemed to be bitter and toothache.

But in the presence of Demon Venerable, Elder Xue could only swallow the apricot flower cake silently.

The Demon Lord was very interested, “How?”

Elder Xue’s expression was a little distorted, “Also, it’s okay…No, it’s delicious, it’s so delicious, the craftsmanship of the Lord is truly unique in the world!”

The devil said casually: “Tell the truth.”

Elder Xue swallowed hard, hesitated a little, and couldn’t figure out what the devil was thinking.

Speaking of which, such a sweet pastry, is it really something that humans can make? Is there something wrong with Mozun’s sense of taste?

Facing Demon Lord’s blood-red and icy eyes, Elder Xue trembled his lips and said: “It’s a little…a bit too sweet.”

Hearing that, Demon Lord did not? Get angry, but nodded, and asked him: “How is the color?”

Elder Xue began to wonder, what color of the pastry, the devil would not watch it himself?

Such a pair of **** eyes, is it still impossible to display.

Of course, he didn’t dare to say this idea. With the previous lesson, he didn’t even dare to try to figure out the meaning of the devil. He trembled and said honestly: “The color is emerald green and very beautiful.”

The Demon Zun made an “um”, and there was no expression of joy on his face.

Elder Xue thought that this time the Demon Lord should? You can let him go, but he heard the faint voice of the Demon Lord, “You don’t have to sweep the land of the Demon Palace for now, just stay here and taste the deity’s craftsmanship. It is considered as the deity’s mind. I will reward you for your hard work all day long.”

Elder Xue: “…”

So I had to stay in the pantry and ate cakes for a day.

At the end of the meal, my mouth was numb.

The taste of the pastries made by Mozun is really hard to describe. Is it too strong or not? What a taste.

He watched? Mozun slowly increased and decreased from two tablespoons of sugar, asking him to taste every time he made the finished product, and also carefully express his feelings.

As if he was teasing? He was playing.

However, Elder Xue did not dare to say much.

Until Mozun finally brought out a plate of delicious apricot flower cake, Elder Xue’s stomach was already round, and he couldn’t hold it anymore. He couldn’t help but looked at the plate of pastries in horror.

The devil seemed to be in a good mood, even smiled at him, did not pass the plate of pastries, very kind.

“Since you are full, go back to work.”

Elder Xue breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the rest of his life.

It’s already evening.

The garden in the back hall of the magic palace is very large. Elder Xue stood alone in the lonely autumn breeze, sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground alone.

It wasn’t until the moon at the top of the head that it was half-swept.

He swept to a remote place, his eyes condensed suddenly.

Through the shadows of the trees, you can see a green lotus pond in the depths of the garden.

And there is a stone pavilion in the lotus pond.

There are two people in Shiting.

It is the Lord and His wife.

The Lord’s wife is still in a white dress, with white hair like snow draped softly on her body, and her silver eyelashes are drooping.

Mozun had the plate of apricot flower cake beside him, and was talking to him with his head sideways. From time to time, he picked up a piece of apricot flower cake and fed it to the lord’s husband.

The Lord’s wife eats very slowly, and the Demon Lord confines his arms to prevent him from raising his hand to pick up the apricot flower cake, so the Lord’s wife can only eat slowly with the Demon Lord’s hand, with silver eyelashes. It trembled gently like a fan. People’s hearts are so trembling that they will melt.

After eating a good piece of apricot flower cake for a long time, the Lord’s wife just bit the last bit into her mouth, and the devil leaned forward to grab it again.

Madam Lord’s lips were blocked by Demon Lord, and there was a little watery crimson on her cheeks.

The Demon Lord was very bad-hearted, not to mention the apricot flower cake from the Lord’s wife, but also to plunder the Qiongye Yuye in his mouth. The crystal liquid slipped along the corners of the lady’s lips, and it hung at the end of her eyes, and was licked by the Demon Venerable inch by inch. In a short while, a large swath of wet water was licked on the snow-white cheeks of the Lord’s wife. He turned his face to avoid him, but his slender and white neck was caught by the demon.

The Lord’s wife seemed to want to get up, but was firmly held by the Demon Lord’s arm. The Demon Lord leaned her head against the neck of the Lord’s wife, and quickly bit out crimson teeth marks on it. Madam Lord is trembling? Struggling. But struggling not to move.

Although this description is a bit offensive.

But Elder Xue still felt that in front of the Lord’s wife, the Demon Lord was really like a mad dog.

Still hungry for a long time, the kind that can’t eat enough.

The devil seemed to be unable to eat enough.

It seemed that gnawing on his neck was not enough to satisfy him. He picked up the Lord’s wife and placed it on the stone table.

The Lord’s wife is very soft, lying on the stone table like a handful of melting early spring snow, white hair pouring along the edge of the table.

Elder Xue suddenly realized that the next thing might not be something he can continue to watch.

However, his eyes are still difficult to remove the whiteness in the night.

For the cultivators who have been fighting and fighting in the dark all the year round, such pure whiteness is enough to make people crazy.

Suddenly, a leaf flew past his neck.

The warm blood and sharp pain made him finally come back to his senses.

Elder Xue swallowed hard for the cut on his entire neck.

Standing in the midst of seemingly innocent killing in the wind, he hurriedly threw down his broom and ran wildly.

Startled a bird in the woods.

Elder Xue finally realized that this errand was not so good.

However, the apricot cake is only the beginning.

Even though he had deliberately stayed away from the dining room on weekdays, the Demon Venerable’s methods were beyond his imagination. The entire Demon Palace was like a beast that devoured people, able to confuse people’s minds. Often he sweeps and sweeps, unknowingly he walks to the dining room.

The lord always washes his hands and makes soup for his wife. Not only pastries, but also many dishes.

What else can Elder Xue do?

He can only contribute to the harmony of the Lord and the Lord’s wife for a hundred years, swallowing all kinds of ups and downs, and icing on the cake for the loving cause of the Lord and his wife.

Every time when he wanted to cry without tears, Elder Xue couldn’t help but want to go back to the beginning again and drown himself, who had come up with a bad idea.

He was really a fool at the beginning.

real.

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Cangshu Pavilion.

Floating dust was in the air, and the dappled sunlight passed through the window paper and fell on Ye Yunlan’s white cheeks.

He is reading a book.

The chain on the wrist rang softly with the action of turning the book, and the chain dropped to the ground, sinking into the shadow of the corner.

The chains on his limbs have never been taken off since the Demon Lord brought them on for him.

Others can’t see the existence of chains, but the heavy feeling is not an illusion.

Usually, these chains won’t confine him to walk around the magic palace.

Only when he wants to get out of the magic palace, these chains will pull him in, and teach him not to step out.

He didn’t know where the end of the chain was.

Should? Be led by the hands of Demon Lord.

He once said to Demon Venerable that he felt that Demon Venerable would do nothing.

And the chains are heavy, he doesn’t like it.

It’s just that the Demon Sovereign still stubbornly believes that if the chains are unlocked, he will escape.

He said no.

Mozun insisted that he would.

Facts have proved that it makes no sense to reason with a lunatic.

And after speaking, he will be tossed even harder.

After several times, Ye Yunlan didn’t bother to talk about it.

He doesn’t have much energy, and he doesn’t want to spend every day on the bedclothes.

There are many things he still needs to think about.

Even if you are struggling, you have to think.

For example, the empathy mantra.

This curse has been in him for more than two hundred years.

For more than two hundred years, the desire for love has been mutilated, and he will use his own obsession to piece together understanding. He was able to distinguish the difference between Chen Weiyuan and Demon Venerable in his own mind, but he couldn’t distinguish his feelings about the demon Venerable in the past life and the demon Venerable in this life.

If you unlock the empathy curse, can you ask yourself what you are.

He has been thinking about this.

However, the way to unlock the empathy curse, according to the records found in the floating temple in the previous life, is to get the blood of the person you love.

But the empathy curse has completely forgotten his memory of that person.

He doesn’t know who that person is.

And Chen Weiyuan said that that person was Linger.

Linger.

He whispered the name in his heart for a moment, vaguely feeling a touch of familiarity.

But still can’t think of it at all.

If he hadn’t guessed wrong, when Chen Weiyuan gave him an empathy spell in his previous life, he should not be far from being expelled from Tianzong. The person Chen Weiyuan said was probably a Tianzong disciple.

Does he need? Look for the Tianzong disciples who have never seen him in the memory of his previous life.

But in the past and present, the name contains the word Ling’er, and he hasn’t seen anyone in his previous life, only one.

Yin Ling.

Back then, the Senior Sister Yin who had enthusiastically pursued him in the sect.

Ye Yunlan stroked the scroll in his hand, remembering the woman who was always brightly dressed in red and full of vigor.

He has no feelings for Yin Ling.

Long ago, he had completely rejected the other party.

But perhaps it is also because the empathy mantra removes eros.

He can’t be sure.

But to lift the empathy spell needs to drink the other party’s efforts.

The heart is where the life core of a monk is, if the life core is opened. If you don’t die, you will be seriously injured, and no monk is willing to cut his heart open. Ye Yunlan would never force others to do this.

What’s more, he has not yet determined whether Yin Ling is that person.

So this method doesn’t work.

Ye Yunlan lowered his long eyelashes in silence, looking at the scroll in his hand.

The words on the scroll fell into his eyes.

The sun dappled on his face, and his snow-white cheeks were like a low-hanging orchid, which made people feel calm, peaceful and peaceful.

When Mozun walked into the library of books, what he saw was what he looked like.

The constant hostility in his chest because he hadn’t seen Ye Yunlan for several hours calmed down a bit, and the lingering cries and laughter seemed to weaken a lot.

For more than 30 years, the voices surrounding him have never stopped. The world is like a prison. Only by Ye Yunlan’s side, he can find a little space to rest, so he involuntarily walked over and hugged people in his arms.

“Master is watching what?”

Ye Yunlan paused slightly with his fingers turning over the book, his fingertips resting on the scroll.

There are a few lines printed on the scroll—Jiyue Wu? Where is Jiu, how can desire be born? Desire is not born, but it is true silence. Really always respond to things, really always available, always ought to always be quiet, always clean…[Note]

“Qingjingjing? How does the master think of this.” The demon said with a low laugh, “Does the master think that I? We are too indulgent and excessive these days? But the master is clearly happy in it. Besides, we are not. It is indulgence, but practice. As it is a matter of practice, how can it be regarded as indulgence.

This is a fallacy.

There have been many times among them these days, but not every time is a practice. Not every time Gein Mozun can concentrate on running the exercises, and his body may not be able to withstand too many spiritual irrigations. More often, they are just forced to immerse themselves in joy.

Ye Yunlan wanted to break away from him, but a shadow entangled around his feet, sinking into his ankle and calf.

His body has been made extremely sensitive to Demon Venerable’s breath in these days. What’s more, his body is a furnace physique, which is more sensitive and soft than ordinary people, and can feel more joy and indulge more easily. Desire i hope.

Just because he has always had a low temperament and desires, Su Rixing has been indifferent.

Only the Demon Lord didn’t care about it, and opened his box again and again.

The Mozun walked from behind him to the front of him, leaned over and kissed his lips.

The roots of his legs trembled slightly.

The devil laughed, and said to him in a low voice, why the master is wet.

He does not answer.

Demon Lord laughed more happily, those shadows were frantic and chaotic.

After a long while, Ye Yunlan raised his hand and grabbed the jacket of Demon Zun, and said to him that it was enough.

The Demon Lord wrapped his shoulders, and the two fell into the shadows together.

The fragrance of ink filled the library.

Ye Yunlan’s long hair fell on the bookshelf, hanging a few strands. The bookshelf was swaying slightly, and suddenly a few yellowed books fell down and made noises.

But no one picked it up.

After another while, a faint sweet smell began to mingled around.

The demon said: “Master is so fragrant.”

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes.

He felt the warm spiritual power wash in his body. very gentle.

In fact, in these days, every time Mozun performed his exercises, he was more restrained and gentle than the previous one.

Mozun seemed to regain his sanity bit by bit.

When the exercises were completed, the devil held him, sat on the wicker chair by the window, lowered his head and gently kissed the tears on his eyelashes.

He combed his knotted hair again.

“Since many years ago, the world in my eyes is blood-red. Moonlight is blood-red, sword is blood-red, and human beings are blood-red.” The Demon Lord looked satisfied and looked at him obsessively, “I am already complete.” I forgot what the original world looked like, but I? I still remember the look of Master.”

He bowed his head to kiss Ye Yunlan’s hair in his hand.

“Fortunately, Master has not changed at all.”