"Thank you for this person. Although he is not strong among the demon kings, he is very famous during the battle between the immortals and demons because of his handsome appearance."
Meng Jue said leisurely: "He knows this, but he also knows how to take advantage of the convenience and get a lot of benefits with that face."
At noon the sun was dazzlingly bright, Yonggui was stroking the back of his head like a light bulb, and raised his eyelashes when he heard this: "Benefits?"
Among them, only Meng Jue had personally experienced the battle between the Immortals and Demons. After a night of rest, a group of people deliberately gathered in the backyard of Zhou Mansion to exchange information.
"There are many famous ladies and female cultivators in the world of self-cultivation. Xie Yu is very good at playing beautiful men's tricks. His best trick is to start an unforgettable love story with them."
Meng Jue was quite disdainful of this behavior, and a laziness sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Then he took advantage of the situation to either seize the secrets of the practice technique, or seek war intelligence, and because of this, he got the title, called 'Affectionate Lord'."
Said to be affectionate, in fact the most ruthless.
Xie Yu passed through the thousands of flowers, and the leaves did not stick to the body, and the girls who were touched by him, at best, lost their cultivation bases, and at worst, their families were destroyed, and they died without a place to be buried.
For example, Pei Ji's mother.
That woman took the rest of her life for him, but she didn't believe in the thieves wrongly, which led the demons to attack the city and people's livelihood.
For Xie Yu, she, like the many women he deceived, was just a tool for entertainment. Where does the passion or sincerity come from, when she loses the value of use, the well-known Lord Mojun may not even remember the name of Pei Ji's biological mother.
She is such a sad being.
In Xie Yu's life, only he and Zhou Yimei had a vigorous love-hate relationship, and what future generations would be interested in would only be this blood-soaked past.
Just like the storybook is always just a spotlight for the hero and heroine, no matter what kind of stories others have experienced, they are destined to not be known.
Ning Ning felt a little disappointed for some reason, and rubbed her cheeks on both sides, trying to make herself look more energetic. There were birds chirping not far away, she squinted under the dazzling sunlight, and a thought suddenly flashed in her heart.
Ning Ning raised her head and looked at Meng Jue curiously: "Senior brother, you said earlier that you thought Miss Zhou was very familiar. I wonder if she has any features today?"
Since Meng Jue said that sentence subconsciously, Ning Ning put more attention on Zhou Yimei.
The first thought that popped into her mind was that in this slaughterhouse filled with dog blood, perhaps like many family ethics dramas, Zhou Yimei was related by blood to someone present.
Later, after thinking about it, I almost played the family recognition conference to find fault, but except that she is very similar to Pei Ji's tear mole, there is no doubt about it.
If this reason is ruled out, and Zhou Yimei is likely to be the one who sent Xie Yu to the Demon Refinement Tower...
Then, would she ever meet Meng Jue at some point
Ning Ning's heart skipped a beat when the idea suddenly crossed his mind.
That makes sense.
Meng Jue's mind is so clever, it is rumored that when he was studying in the school, he could not forget it. His memory of Zhou Yimei was so vague, indicating that the two should have met many years ago.
It just so happened that Meng Jue had experienced the battle between the fairy and the devil.
- That is to say, at the end of this story of repeated entanglement, love and hate, Zhou Yimei did not become the dodder flower attached to Xie Yu, not only avenged the bloody revenge of the genocide, but also survived the disaster in the burning mountains and fire, saving her life. .
"Speaking of this, it's really interesting."
Meng Jue didn't know what to think, so she stretched her brows and smiled softly: "You will never think of that Miss Zhou..."
Ning Ning was very curious and listened carefully, but unfortunately he was interrupted by another male voice halfway through.
Xie Yu came with Gu Zhaozhao, his grinding goblin, who clasped his hands tightly on his arms, making Ning Ning think again:
Back then, when she went to a welfare home as a volunteer, helping the elderly with inconvenient legs and feet with her friends, this was what she saw before her eyes. Thank you Mo Jun for helping her recall her youth.
"Masters."
As a demon cultivator, Xie Yu was filled with arrogance and sullenness. He made no secret of his contempt for this group of defectors, but due to the need for intelligence, he had to be patient with them.
After all, it's just acting, which Xie Yu is best at.
Although the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, his eyes were dark and indifferent, his voice was mellow like wine, with an addictive magnetism: "Thanks to the information brought by Elder Tianxian, the demons won a great victory on the front line last night. "
He glanced at Meng Jue as he said, and his sarcastic smile deepened: "The Demon Venerable ordered me to go to Luan City tonight to discuss plans. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you again in a short time."
tonight.
In other words, Zhou Yimei must start before tonight.
Ning Ning looked at him with more pity in his eyes.
Look how happy the child is. I really hope he can be as happy as he is now when he is stabbed by Miss Zhou with a sword later.
When it was said that Cao Cao and Cao Cao were coming, Zhou Yimei's name just came to my mind, and Ning Ning saw her shadow not far away.
Xie Yu showed no mercy to her humiliation, knowing that Zhou Yimei's right hand had been abolished, but still forced her to do chores day and night, making her life more difficult and tiring than Zhou's servants.
If you say it nicely, it will be called Jie Ji. To put it bluntly, this man is a small belly, and the thing on his neck is not called a head, it is simply an acute tumor.
Aw, that's disgusting.
Zhou Yimei held a broom in her left hand, and saw them while raising her eyes. After meeting Ning Ning's eyes for a while, she lowered her head and continued to clean.
Ning Ning asked curiously, "Lord Demon Lord, if you go to Luan City, what should Miss Zhou do?"
"she?"
Every time Zhou Yimei was mentioned, Xie Yu's expression became more impatient than before. Hearing this, he frowned and squinted, and deliberately increased the volume: "It's just a woman who can just play, don't look at what she has become. Shit, do I have to take her with me?"
Zhou Yimei was indifferent and continued to sweep the floor.
"If this right hand is broken, I don't know what way to go in the future, not to mention that Chongling is now occupied by demon soldiers. When I leave, she will have no backer..."
He seemed resentful at the other party's ignorance of the other's love, and there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes: "If you really want to live, as long as you kneel and beg me with tears in your eyes, maybe it will soften my heart and take her away from Chongling. "
This could not have been more blunt. It seems that although Xie Yu has shown complete disgust towards her, he still can't help but secretly care about her.
It's a pity that he racked his brains and said that Zhou Yimei kept his head down as if there was no one around, and he didn't even look at him.
Ning Ning pressed her lips together, forcing herself not to laugh.
It's a bit vicious, but from her point of view, the scene at this moment...
It's really like a dog barking at a robot vacuum.
Xie Yu held back his anger and took a deep breath.
It seems that he has been treated so coldly many times, and he has some ability to withstand pressure. Even if he was swept away like this, he just gritted his teeth and said, "Pretend to be arrogant? There will be times when you cry in the future!"
Gu Zhaozhao was marinated by the charming aroma of tea, and caressed his arm lightly, his voice was as soft as instant noodles that had been boiled for an entire hour:
"Ayumo is going to be angry. Miss, she has such a temper... It's not like you don't know, when you and I turned to her everywhere, she never appreciated it, she was always cold."
"My master's Bai Yueguang always wants to approach me deliberately. Who doesn't know the disgusting idea she has in her heart."
Ning Ning put a peanut in her mouth and said to Pei Ji beside her, "If you think about whether you are worthy or not, my mother told me not to play with fools. Why should I ignore her?"
Gu Zhaozhao's expression froze for a moment. After a fierce ideological struggle, he decided to ignore her and continued to whisper to Xie Yu: "How tired you used to be with her temperament. Don't think about it, let's go, If you are not happy, I will feel distressed."
Ning Ning's eyes were stunned, and she looked up at the sky and recalled the past: "She must be very tired because she likes to pretend so much. I feel bad."
Gu Zhaozhao finally couldn't take it any longer, and rushed forward with his right leg: "You...!"
Pei Ji held the hilt of the sword expressionlessly.
Xie Yu frowned: "Zhao Zhao, what are you doing!"
"Girl Gu, what's wrong with you?"
Ning Ning seemed to be taken aback, and took a step behind Pei Ji: "I'm talking about the master's Bai Yueguang, and I didn't mention you at all... You are deeply in love with Mo Jun and his wife, shouldn't you be with him? Do I share the enemy and attack that bad woman together?"
Gu Zhaozhao's lips twitched.
"I'm sorry, I don't know how to speak. Did I make Miss Gu angry? I rarely deal with others. Unlike the girl, you are good at this. You can say anything. It's amazing."
Ning Ning showed grievances, took a breath and turned to look at Xie Yu aside: "It's my fault, Lord Mojun, don't take it to heart. It's not that Miss Gu is bad-tempered, it's all me. The reason for being stupid."
The corners of Gu Zhaozhao's mouth had already started to twist and dance frantically.
Bai Ye was stunned when he heard it, and his heart was agitated.
Ning Ning is so fierce, he uses defense as his attack, and uses Gu Zhaozhao's fancy language art for his own use. Not only does she insinuate that she is talking about people and ghosts, but also points out that the woman is irritable. bad temper.
As for the sentence "blame me for this", it was the essence, instantly portraying Ning Ning as a weak and weak victim, so Xie Yu couldn't find a reason to question.
As for Gu Zhaozhao.
She is determined to maintain the image of the virgin white lotus who is ignorant of the world. It is impossible for her to admit that she is exactly the same as the "white moonlight bad woman" in Ning Ning's mouth. She can only be dumb and accept ridicule with a smile.
Wonderful.
If Ningning publishes a book in the future, he will definitely be the first to buy it.
Gu Zhaozhao and Xie Yu were like two angry flamingos, and they both left after a while.
Ning Ning won the battle, yawned lazily, opened his eyes again, and met Zhou Yimei who was not far away.
Miss Zhou's heart is like a mirror. Of course, she can see that this strange girl is helping her. Although there is still alertness in the eyes of Ning Ning, it is obviously much softer than before: "Thank you."
"Need not."
Ning Ning grinned at her and glanced up at the horizon.
The sun, which was hanging on the dome not long ago, has been curled up under the clouds at some point.
The sun halo swirled out layer by layer, getting lighter and lighter, and finally, in the fluffy cloud layer, it quietly connected with a quiet light gray.
If you look to the side, you can see the light ink color surging like a tidal wave.
The wind blew frivolously.
It's going to rain.
"Miss Zhou."
Ning Ning looked back, smiled and said to her, "The weather is good today."
Perfect for killing with a sword.
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"No, no, everyone, calm down. Before Zhou Yimei takes revenge, we must first understand a fact."
After saying goodbye to Zhou Yimei, Ning Ning followed the main force to Bai Ye's room and further discussed the follow-up plan with several others.
The sky outside the house was getting darker and darker, but it didn't rain, as if someone had accidentally spilled the ink, which made them feel more guilty.
"It's fine if this is reality, but it is in the Buddha Realm. What is the principle of the Buddha Realm? It is born of obsession."
Bai Ye glanced at the layers of dark clouds and lowered his voice: "Let's stay here, what we have to do is not to act as a chivalrous person, but to solve the obsession for the master of the illusion."
When he spoke, he restrained his smile and made a serious expression: "If we help the wrong person, the difficulty for us to break through the Buddha Realm will probably increase tenfold. What do you think is the obsession of this ghost place?"
Yonggui said: "Xie Yu is the master of the slaughterhouse, and Zhou Yimei is his eternal scar. If you know that you have made a mistake, how can you get rid of the blame? If you don't have a fight, you can only stay on the level of the demon refining tower and exile yourself. to balance the mind.”
Bai Ye: "Speak human words."
"Master Yonggui means that Xie Yu's obsession is guilt."
Ning Ning fiddled with the round mirror on the table, dragged her cheeks and said, "Isn't it all written like this in the book? Only after the heroine dies, does the hero finally realize how much he loves her. Washing my face with tears, the pain is unbearable. Well, that's probably the story."
Bai Ye sneered coldly: "Why, don't you still believe in these things? Apart from the characters in the storybook, are there really normal people who can value love more than anything else?"
He crossed his legs and said patiently, "As a man, I can tell you responsibly: our group of brothers can't stay for the so-called Bai Yueguang for the rest of their lives, and we won't regret it because of that. With guilt and guilt, the world is so big, why hang on a tree with a crooked neck?"
These remarks are not rude, Bai Ye poured saliva into his mouth suddenly, and added: "Take ten thousand steps back, even if I really love that woman badly, I will be a bachelor until I die, but love What is it? It's just a dispensary in life! Without it, I can still rise step by step, have a lot of money, and be admired by everyone—hehe, beautiful."
In short, he didn't think that Xie Yu's guilt towards Zhou Yimei could create such a huge illusion, and reality was not the book of all the love brains.
Meng Jue did not refute, and followed his intention: "I don't know what is the reason for the formation of this Buddha state according to what fellow Daoist Bai sees?"
"I think, Xie Yu must hate Zhou Yimei."
Bai Ye's eyes were full of victories, and he spoke faster and faster: "You think, although he fell in love with her when he was young, it was a long time ago. Strong feelings are inevitably worn down to only a thin shell - those two people are just such a friendship, and Zhou Yimei not only wanted to kill him, but also put Xie Yu in the darkened demon tower. Is it heavy enough?"
Ning Ning smiled: "So you think that Xie Yu wants to kill Zhou Yimei to take revenge."
"Yup!"
Bai Ye should have no hesitation: "Isn't this quite in line with his character? A villain who must pay for his revenge."
"But if Xie Yu really wanted to kill her, he had a lot of opportunities in this slaughterhouse, so he didn't have to wait for this moment of revenge."
Pei Ji spoke in a deep voice, with a dark look in his eyes: "He hasn't moved Zhou Yi's eyebrows so far, which shows that there is still tenderness in his heart."
The two parties have their own reasons and their own unreasonable points. The house fell silent for a while, and suddenly Ningning's crisp voice sounded: "Wow, look! Miss Zhou is leaving!"
So several people present turned their heads.
Ning Ning got a vision from the girl in the depths of the hundred flowers. When she was talking with Zhou Yimei not long ago, she put it on Miss Zhou's shoulder.
At the time of the Immortal Demon War, this thing had not yet been developed. Therefore, even if Zhou Yimei noticed something was wrong, he would not pay much attention to it.
"Since we can't discuss why," Ning Ning pointed to the round mirror in front of him, "Why don't we look at the plot first?"
After she said that, she lowered her eyelashes and stared at the shadow on the mirror.
A slender woman in white stood in front of the door, looking up at the surging sky.
The dense dark clouds are like fickle ghost faces, and the wind is like the sound of gluttonous gluttons.
Good weather indeed.
Zhou Yimei didn't make any preparations, but just tied the slightly messy hair again, washed her face hastily, and went out the door without looking back.
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When Gu Zhaozhao was packing the luggage he brought to Luancheng, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.
She thought it was the servant girl who served by her side, and continued to organize with her head down: "What's the matter?"
Just get through today.
As soon as today is over, when she and Xie Yu go to Luan City and completely get rid of the right and wrong place of Chongling, she, Gu Zhaozhao, will be able to fly up the branches and become a phoenix.
Wife of the Demon King.
Thinking of these four words, she couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from rising.
In fact, from the very beginning, she never thought that Xie Yu would be so promising, and the reason why she secretly borrowed the credit from the young lady was just because he had a beautiful face.
Even if her body is bruised and bony, the boy's eyebrows can make her blush in an instant.
It's a pity that Xie Yu had a deep-rooted affection for the unattainable Miss Zhou, and never had the slightest interest in her.
The jealousy that filled his heart should have started since then.
Zhou Yimei has everything that women desire, such as beautiful appearance, outstanding roots, impeccable family background, and many men who are dead to her.
Gu Zhaozhao was not reconciled.
Even if Xie Yu didn't like her, she had a way to get him to take the bait.
So she began to weave lies day after day.
Zhou Yimei felt sorry for Xie Yu, because of the Zhou family's eyeliner, he could only entrust the maid beside him to bring the wound medicine and cakes for the little slave.
Gu Zhaozhao took the basket and ran to see him quietly, blushing and telling the alert boy, "Don't be afraid, this is the ointment I specially prepared for you... Does your injury still hurt?"
Day after day, over and over again.
Xie Yu's eyes became softer and softer when he looked at her, and occasionally he would murmur to her why Miss Zhou was always lukewarm to him and never looked at him.
Later, Xie Yu proposed to Zhou Yimei to elope, and Gu Zhaozhao informed him without hesitation.
Miss Zhou was imprisoned, and Xie Yu was beaten to death.
And she walked up to the boy and squeezed out a tear: "You are so stupid, how could someone like Miss Zhou willingly leave with you? Just this morning, she mocked me for your incompetence and ignorance... She put everything Tell the lord that tonight is doomed not to come."
Xie Yu's eyes were blood red and he stared at her without blinking.
Gu Zhaozhao continued to tell him: "You go, if you still remember me in the future, come back to Chongling to see me."
At that moment, the indifference in the boy's eyes disintegrated, and a shallow mist of water filled the air.
She knew that she had succeeded.
Who would have thought that Xie Yu would become a Demon Lord
Seeing that Zhou Yimei, who used to be extremely proud, fell from the clouds to the bottom of the clouds, and she climbed to the sky in one step, and became the person who accompanied the Demon Lord. Those jealousies that had been bred for many years finally vanished, and Gu Zhaozhao felt an unprecedented happiness.
Only a little.
Xie Yu seemed to still have an old love for Zhou Yimei, no matter how disgusting he said in his mouth, his eyes couldn't deceive anyone.
When she goes to Luancheng, she can say goodbye to Miss Zhou forever.
Gu Zhaozhao was overjoyed. He planned to continue packing his luggage, but he felt that something was not quite right.
The person who just entered the room didn't say a word, just stood quietly at the door, wondering if he was looking at her.
Her chest jumped and she looked up in panic.
What caught my eye was a face that was all too familiar.
Zhou Yimei.
Gu Zhaozhao didn't feel good, so he shrank back.
She didn't even have the courage to speak, and after stammering for a while, she exclaimed, "You, what do you want to do?"
She did not forget that Zhou Yimei used to be a sword cultivator with outstanding roots.
It's a pity that at her instigation, the right hand holding the sword was broken by Xie Yu.
"Don't think of any crooked ideas! If you hurt me, Xie Yu will definitely not be able to spare you—what about the guards? Where's the maid? Where did they go!"
Zhou Yimei ignored her yelling, and a white light flashed in her hand, and a sharp long sword appeared.
Meng Jue said slowly: "With the Qi Huajian, this young lady's cultivation is not low."
Looking out the window again, although it was not evening, the sky was already dark.
The dark clouds gathered into a huge vortex, gloomy and hung upside down on the sky, as if to swallow up all the light, leaving a dull and monotonous darkness.
That's why, when the moonlight-like snow-white sword intent surging awe-inspiringly, like a turbulent snow waterfall illuminating the side of the woman's face, the murderous aura it outlines will be as cold and magnificent as before.
This woman must be crazy.
She was... holding a sword in her left hand,
Gu Zhaozhao was shivering with fright, while Zhou Yimei was expressionless from beginning to end, looking at her as if she was looking at a living thing.
It's like looking at a piece of disgusting garbage.
Sword energy buzzed, and the female cultivator in white took a step forward.
Gu Zhaozhao still wanted to beg for mercy, but his lower abdomen was suddenly hit by the sword qi, and he spat out blood from his mouth under severe pain.
Zhou Yimei was too lazy to talk to her, and said in a very light tone, "Quiet."
She didn't want to hear the man's voice.
Gu Zhaozhao cried into tears. He wanted to apologize and beg for mercy, but he didn't dare, so he could only shed tears while shaking.
And the mad woman with the sword lifted her neckline and dragged Gu Zhaozhao out of the house involuntarily.
How dare she resist, she can only follow Zhou Yimei step by step.
The servants and maids in the mansion were all unconscious and unconscious. Gu Zhaozhao was horrified and began to figure out how to make Xie Yu realize such a tragic situation as soon as possible. Only he could cure this madness—
wrong.
She stared wide-eyed.
The direction Zhou Yimei dragged her to was not elsewhere, it was Xie Yu's bedroom.
She vaguely had a hunch about what would happen to her next.
"No... please, don't! It was my fault...!"
She subconsciously wanted to ask for forgiveness, and after seeing the indifferent face of the other party, she gritted her teeth fiercely, and said hoarsely: "Do you really think he will believe your nonsense? Later, Xie Yu will kill you immediately when he sees that I am injured!"
A smile finally appeared on Zhou Yimei's face as calm as stagnant water.
A smile full of ridicule, disdain and doubt, cold as a knife, as if asking her word by word, "Are you sure?"
Gu Zhaozhao is not sure.
She knew that Xie Yu had special feelings for Zhou Yimei, and the love and hatred were intertwined, which was most maddening.
Immediately, there was a bang to break in. While she was still frightened by that look, Zhou Yimei had already kicked Xie Yu's door open.
And just as she expected, the man in the house was slightly startled, but did not take action immediately.
Xie Yu still couldn't bear to Zhou Yimei after all.
"Ayu, save me!"
Gu Zhaozhao didn't have time to think about anything else, so he shouted in tears, "She's crazy, Zhou Yimei—"
Before the words were finished, there was another sharp pain in the lower abdomen, and blood spurted out like a rotating shower.
- Zhou Yimei dared to hurt her in front of Xie Yu!
Xie Yu had some affection for Gu Zhaozhao, and frowned when he saw this, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Zhou Yimei's cold voice: "Step forward, I will kill her."
She didn't lie, the long sword was placed on Gu Zhaozhao's neck, and Jian Xiu's murder was only a blink of an eye.
The two confronted each other, and the scene was deadlocked.
"Say."
Zhou Yimei was expressionless: "Who prepared the medicine for him back then?"
She knew that crazy women would come here!
Gu Zhaozhao's eyes were split, and he shouted in a trembling voice, "I... it's me! Ayu save me—ah!"
A wisp of sword energy mercilessly passed through the palm of her right hand, causing unbearable pain.
"last chance."
Zhou Yimei's tone still did not fluctuate: "Who prepared the medicine for him back then?"
Gu Zhaozhao retched while crying, and was about to cry: "I, I said! Please don't kill me woo woo... I said everything! It's the lady, the lady prepared everything and asked me to deliver it!"
Xie Yu was shocked all over.
Zhou Yimei raised her chin slightly, as if she was discussing a trivial matter, even with a bit of laziness in her tone: "Continue."
Xie Yu, that trash man is unreliable at all!
Gu Zhaozhao was so angry that he could only continue to say, "Everything... was prepared by the young lady. I, I lied... I am willing to be a cow and a horse to atone for my sins! Miss, please spare me!"
The long sword on the neck was a little closer, causing a lot of pain.
Zhou Yimei: "Continue."
"Elope... Elopement is also my secret! I'm sorry, sorry, it's all my fault!"
Gu Zhaozhao didn't dare to look at Xie Yu's eyes, he lowered his head and stared at the floor, even so, he still felt a strong murderous aura covering him.
Murderous aura belonging to the Demon Race.
Zhou Yimei turned a deaf ear to her tears and Xie Yu's horror, and said softly, "Do you have anything else to say?"
She didn't kill her!
Gu Zhaozhao's pupils lit up instantly: "Miss, please forgive me! I am willing to use my life to make up for it, don't kill me, okay?"
Zhou Yimei: "Oh."
Zhou Yimei: "Forgot to say, these are your last words."
Gu Zhaozhao's face was already terrible. Hearing this, he immediately became more disgusting than eating flies.
She was going to yell at her.
However, the white light of the long sword across her neck suddenly flashed, and she felt numb from the pain, her brain was stagnant, and she couldn't remember anything.
Gu Zhaozhao slumped to the ground.
Zhou Yimei raised her eyes and glanced at the man not far away, wiping the blood on the sword: "Is it clear?"
The light on the horizon had all dissipated, and in the overwhelming silence, Xie Yu's face was ashes.
And the white-dressed female cultivator with clear eyes in front of her continued to say: "I gave the medicine, I gave the exercises, and I asked for it—don't you ever doubt that she is a maid, how could she have Such great ability?"
How could he never suspect that Gu Zhaozhao's words contained too many ambiguous tricks.
But once he thought about it along the way, the truth behind it made him shy away and didn't dare to think deeply.
- What exactly did he do
The handsome young man took a step back with trembling all over his body, his eyes were scarlet.
He asked himself over and over again in his heart: Xie Yu, what have you done
Since Xie Yu was born, he was destined to have no future.
A slave with a low status, beating and scolding is commonplace, and no one is willing to give kind eyes.
The young masters and young ladies of the Zhou family are like the moon far away in the sky. It is difficult to meet each other, and in his capacity, it is impossible to have the slightest chance of contact.
The acquaintance between him and Zhou Yimei was very cliché. The young lady who went out to enjoy flowers dropped the jade pendant by the road, and the slave boy picked it up and approached her with a beating heart in her arms.
He said timidly, "Miss Zhou."
Then Zhou Yimei turned his head with a smile and thanked him with a smile.
Xie Yu tossed and turned that night and didn't fall asleep for a long time. He never cared about appearances, but he thought over and over that night, if only he could wipe the dust off his face.
No one has ever been so gentle to him, and when he smiled slightly, it seemed to gather all the light on his body.
He began to follow the light carefully.
Even if the eldest miss doesn't care about him and is hot and cold to him, for Xie Yu, as long as she can see her every day, she will be very happy.
When Zhou Yimei agreed to leave Chongling with him, Xie Yu was as happy as in a dream.
When surrounded by family members in the alley, it was also like being in a dream.
Young's most cautious love to be smashed mercilessly, he should hate her.
But what if everything Gu Zhaozhao said was a lie.
If Zhou Yimei had never been single-minded to him, what if he... destroyed the most important person in his life with his own hands
Xie Yu's chest throbbed.
He slaughtered her clan, stepped on her dignity, and even broke her right hand holding the sword, destroying most of her cultivation.
—The girl is the light that pulled him out of the endless purgatory.
What will Zhou Yimei think of him? If she knew it was all a misunderstanding... Can you forgive him
Like a drowning person grabbing the last straw, Xie Yu took a deep breath.
That's right.
The reason why she brought Gu Zhaozhao here to explain must be to make him change his mind and continue his career.
After all, Zhou Yimei loved him, and he loved her too.
"Think I'll forgive you?"
Seeing the gleam in the man's eyes, the female cultivator's sneer became more and more obvious: "Stop dreaming."
She didn't hide her disgust when she opened her mouth: "Some life is like maggots, and it's ridiculous that other people in the world must be filthy. I'm here to see you today, don't you understand?"
Xie Yu lost his eyes and listened to her continuing: "I hate you, I hate you every day and every night. I would rather let you get seriously injured and fall ill, and never took the risk to send you the ancient book of secrets, if you died , that would be better."
Every word was like a needle stuck in his heart.
And in the blink of an eye, the sword light suddenly appeared.
Zhou Yimei used all her strength, but Xie Yu did not dodge.
The strong bloody smell filled the tip of the nose, and Zhou Yimei had wanted to smell it for too long.
Her cultivation base was destroyed and her hand bones were broken. She could only pretend to be weak and let people trample on her. Only in the dead of night could she hold the sword in her left hand and go to the bamboo forest to practice sword through the path beside the bedroom.
Day after day, every day she was in pain, but it also made her find the meaning of living a life in her hatred.
Zhou Yimei wanted revenge.
She was originally disdainful of talking nonsense with Xie Yu, if possible, she would rather smash him into tens of thousands of pieces with one sword.
But her cultivation and physical strength are not allowed. If you want to kill those two people today, you must resort to other methods.
For example, let him intertwined with remorse and neglect to resist.
There was no romance, no pity or regret. The only thought in Zhou Yimei's heart was that talking to him was really disgusting.
"This sword is for me."
The sword light was like ice, piercing the man's right arm.
"This sword is for my clan who died in vain."
Another sword pierced into the lower abdomen.
"This sword... is for the innocent people in the world who have been harmed by you."
The last sword sank deep into his chest.
Xie Yu didn't speak or move.
He is crying.
"I don't know... I'm sorry."
The eyes of the once-blooming Demon Lord were flushed, and his eyes were full of timidity and broken affection. He choked so hard that he couldn't tell the words: "You kill me... Kill me, maybe you will feel better."
"Kill you? Of course I won't kill you."
Zhou Yimei looked at him blankly, and when he said this, there was a sudden smile in his tone: "'I don't want you to die, I want you to live rather than die, and reflect on what you have done in the endless humiliation'... This is Don't forget what you said to me with your own mouth."
At this moment, she returned these words to Xie Yu as they were, in a tone full of ridicule, disdain and disdain, and showed no mercy.
The man's tears became more and more violent, Zhou Yimei paused for a moment and frowned.
"Stop crying, disgusting," she said.
After the round mirror, several people were silent,
Ning Ning could probably guess what the obsession that condensed into this Buddha Realm was.
There was no daylight in the Demon Refinement Tower, Xie Yu could not survive and could not die, so he could only spend time in this corner of the world, burdened with old illnesses.
If this were placed in a society ruled by law, it would have made the headlines of the day:
Skynet was sloppy but not leaking, and a serial murderer surnamed Xie was finally brought to justice and confessed that he regretted it.
It is reported that the man surnamed Xie was punished for several crimes of insult, intentional homicide, and illegal trespass to a house. If you want to pay attention to more follow-up development, you are welcome to follow the legal program "Frontline".
It's a good time to tear through the bars of the prison.
Does Xie Yu hate Zhou Yimei
Cut off the marrow and imprison him into the tower, of course I hate it.
But does he love Zhou Yimei
The eternal Bai Yueguang in his youth, let alone a woman who has been ruthlessly let down by him, the answer is self-evident.
His love and hatred had nowhere to vent, and he spent day after day in a prison-like cage, with remorse, rage, hopeless future, and unbearable pain every day and every night.
Zhou Yimei wanted him to live rather than die.
So Xie Yu was trapped in the Demon Refinement Tower, what would be the most urgent obsession in his heart
- He wants to die.
If on this day, Zhou Yimei would kill him without hesitation when he took his revenge with his sword, all the pain in the future would not have to be endured.
So pitiful.
Ning Ning wiped away tears: "It's so miserable and pitiful, it's to the extent that a passing puppy can't help laughing when he sees it."
The parts below Xie Yu's neck that couldn't be described were already blood red, and it became impossible to describe.
Up to this moment, his mind was still full of thousands of layers of love and dislike routines, hoping for a little forgiveness from his sweetheart.
And Zhou Yimei smashed the script on his face.
Go deep in your sadomasochism.