Qing Xun has a master.
His master, Bai Cang, is the leader of the Wuya Sect, the most powerful magic cultivator here.
Qing Xun doesn't understand anything, and he doesn't understand what a furnace is. He only knows that he belongs to Bai Cang now, and life and death are in the master's thought.
It is said that the demon cultivators here are very cruel, and they like to torture and kill these lowly slaves. Qing Xun is ready to die, and it doesn't seem to make much difference if he can live an extra day, two days, or three days.
He trembled and closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate.
But to his great surprise, what happened next was not as scary as he thought, he opened his eyes blankly, if it was just like this... Why are those boys and girls so scared
Is this kind of thing the same thing that the men in the village have done to women
Qing Xun didn't understand.
Because of having a powerful master, Qing Xun lived a life of extravagance that was unimaginable before.
It turns out that in the barren and desolate Western Wilderness, you can also eat fish and meat for every meal, sleep on soft beds that you have never slept on before, wear silk and satin that you have never worn before, and live in rooms inlaid with night pearls. There are servants to serve him in daily life...
Is this the life of being a furnace
Is this what other people say, with a powerful master, everything you can get
No wonder it's so enviable...
All of this is as unreal as stepping on the clouds... Qing Xun was cautious, lest this was a dream that he would wake up after waking up, but as time passed, he found that he had almost nothing to do, just take care of himself Master, you can easily get all this…
He was uncontrollable and had a greedy heart.
I want to go on like this forever, and never want to go back to the past.
Want to live... no more hunger, no cold, no more fear.
The reason for accepting fate is that there is no hope, and there is no way to resist. Once there is even the slightest possibility of changing the fate, the extravagant hope in the bottom of my heart will beat unwillingly again.
He never wanted to die.
Using his not-so-intelligent head, he began to rack his brains to think about how to please his master.
Qing Xun remembered that when he was in Heishui Village, the village chief's wife would carefully dress herself up in order to please the village chief, smearing herself with paint and twisting her waist, so that the skinny and ugly old man would dazzle her... I have seen ways to please men, he is much better-looking than the village head's wife, and the master will definitely like him more.
Qing Xun asked his servants to bring him all kinds of clothing and rouge, and began to look in the mirror, using his lack of imagination, to imagine what a man would like. He prepared for a whole day, painted his eyebrows and lips, and patiently put on his blush , put on a set of what he thought was the best-looking, colorful light green gauze dress, and stood at the door from morning to night to welcome his master.
He was very anxious and uneasy, but he couldn't help but imagine that the master was dazzled by him.
In the middle of the night, Bai Cang finally came.
The man was still dressed in black, with a bloody smell that hadn't dissipated on his body. When he saw Qing Xun at the door, he stopped suddenly, and stared at him with cold eyes.
Qing Xun's smile froze on his face, why didn't the master come over, didn't he like himself like this
Just when he was terrified—
He saw his always stern, unsmiling and cruel master, laughing loudly that he had never heard before, as if he saw something very interesting.
The master smiled.
Qing Xun was startled, and then smiled.
Bai Cang strode over, picked him up with one hand and threw him on the soft bed, looked down at him, and let out a playful laugh: You are very interesting, I like it very much.
Qing Xun's eyes were shining brightly, like a puppy wagging its tail, cheering for the master's praise, happy from the bottom of his heart.
The master fed him and clothed him warmly, prevented others from bullying him, and gave him everything he never had.
The master brought him out of the boundless abyss.
He likes his master.
He is happy when the master is happy.
A year is fleeting.
During this year, Qing Xun saw people dying around him constantly.
He has seen twisted corpses thrown into mass burial pits, slaves whose hands and feet were cut off and put on collars, miserable medicine men who were used to refine medicine and Gu, and were brutally executed for even a little mistake His servants... The boys and girls who came here at the same time also died one after another, and gradually the familiar faces disappeared...
A year passed, and none of the ten survived.
Qing Xun finally understood why they hated him so much, because not only did he survive, he was also the best one alive.
And he only needs to serve one master, his master is the most powerful here, let him live a life of luxury, and never beat and torture him... Sometimes when the master is in a good mood, he will hold him in his arms lap, tease him like a pet, spend some time with him...
Qing Xun is so dependent on the other party, as if the master is everything to him, his world.
Then something else happened.
The Wuya Sect and the Blood Brake Sect fought for the territory. The master of the Blood Brake Sect lost to Bai Cang. A well-behaved pet, waiting for the owner's return, suddenly an old man with red beard and hair appeared in mid-air!
The old man glanced over, his dark eyes, like a falcon seeing a rabbit.
Qing Xun was so frightened that he froze all the time. He had been staying in the Wuya Sect. Except for the demon cultivator of the Wuya Sect, he had never seen outsiders, let alone such a terrifying existence.
The red-haired old man let out a maniacal laugh, and roared angrily: Bai Cang, I will kill you Wu Yajiao, what can you do to me!
The old man waved his hand, and the blazing flames rushed towards his face. Qing Xun fell to the ground, and the sea of flames in front of him seemed to bring him back to a year ago, when the woman was put on fire by the villagers, and the fire burned for a whole day and night , but at this moment the boundless flames hit, but no one will stand in front of him...
Qing Xun closed her eyes and waited for death to come, but after a long time, she did not smell the smell of burnt meat.
what happens
Qing Xun slowly opened his eyes.
The man in black was like a demon god, standing with his back to him, the blazing sea of flames was split in two with a single knife, and the flames burned the ground on both sides of Qingxun into scorched earth, but he was intact, not even a trace of sparks...
The man's face was stern and deep, with a cold and mocking smile on his lips. He stretched out his hands, grabbed the red-haired old man's shoulders, and tore him in half!
Blood drenched Qing Xun's head and face, his eyes glazed over from the heat, his hands and feet trembled...
Then the man turned his head, glanced at him lightly, sneered suddenly, and said: Useless things.
Qing Xun knew that he had always been useless.
Once he was a burden to women, now he is a plaything for men.
Can only depend on others to live.
But it's useless for me, you still saved me.
He greedily looked at the man in front of him, only he knew... At that moment, the man's back overlapped with the woman's.
The man stood there, invincible and unattainable, like the supreme god in his world.
He had exhausted everything, but could not pursue, the back that was getting away from him day by day, now he finally saw it again...
You let me no longer be displaced, no longer afraid, no longer pay almost the price of my life for a morsel of food and meat...
Qing Xun couldn't deny that she was addicted to all of this.
Greedy, wanting to stay with the owner forever.
As long as I can stay with my master...
He can do anything.
I just hope this dream does not wake up.
Bai Cang killed the master of the Blood Brake Sect, and the dragons of the Blood Brake Sect had no leader. Those who were killed by the Wuya Sect fell into disarray, and the remaining disciples of the Blood Brake Sect voluntarily surrendered to the Wuya Sect in order to survive, hoping to have a way out, but Bai Cang But Cang killed them mercilessly. That night, the main hall of the Wuya Sect was filled with blood, and the blood of the disciples of the Xuesha Sect filled the magic formation. The corpse puppet with amazing fighting power will continue to fight for Bai Cang.
Bai Cang's ferocity and cruelty made other sects panic, but Bai Cang didn't care. The Western Wilderness has always been the only one that dies, and there is no such thing as mercy and kindness.
Qingxun's life returned to normal.
This year, the Wuya Sect received another batch of tributes, including a few high-quality furnaces, and Bai Cang's subordinates sent them over, but Bai Cang showed no interest, so he casually distributed the boys and girls among them. men...
Bai Cang looked at the uneasy Qing Xun, pinched his chin and smiled jokingly: Don't worry, you are enough for me.
Qing Xun stared blankly at the man's eyes, falling into those deep and dark purple pupils, as if he saw his whole world from inside. Once there was only fear and despair in his world... But the existence of this man made his world no longer exist. Desolate and dead, the barren land gradually sprouted some tender shoots, like a tenacious growth of vitality, he began to hope for things that could not exist...
He extravagantly hoped that in the eyes of his master, he might be different.
Qing Xun lived for two years in Wuya Teaching.
Two years have passed, and everyone knows that Bai Cang loves him the most. Although other demon cultivators look down on him, but Qingxun has a good master, and Bai Cang's dog is more precious than their lives...
Bai Cang likes his funny appearance, and is willing to pamper and accommodate him, even taking him out occasionally.
The sky in the Western Wilderness is always gray and gloomy, like an impenetrable and dirty bedding, the sun can only get in through the cracks...
This day, Bai Cang took Qing Xun out as a guest.
The mountain lord of Zhanyun Mountain is a thousand-year-old reckless monster. Although the monsters in the Western Wilderness are always fighting, they occasionally form alliances. Zhanyun Mountain Lord and Bai Cang are regarded as alliances. He has a pair of yellow muddy vertical pupils , with a long and narrow face, with scales on the temples that have not faded, looking at Qing Xun with a lustful look.
Qing Xun was a little scared, and hid behind Bai Cang, as long as his master was around, no one could hurt him.
Zhanyun Mountain Lord warmly entertained Bai Cang. During the banquet, the host and guests had a great time, Bai Cang suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked: Can the thousand-year-old Blood Vine Mountain Lord cut off his love
Zhanyun Mountain Master laughed: Master Bai is so sincere, how can I not give this thousand-year-old blood vine.
Bai Cang took the blood vine, showing satisfaction.
And by this time the dinner party was coming to an end.
Bai Cang stood up suddenly, he gave Qing Xun a loving look, stroked his hair, and said with a low smile: You stay here, I will come back as soon as I go.
Qing Xun grabbed the corner of Bai Cang's clothes. Everything here was so strange that he was terrified and uneasy. He didn't want to leave Bai Cang even a single step, his eyes pleading... But Bai Cang looked displeased and looked at his hand coldly.
Qing Xun finally let go of his hand, he didn't want his master to be unhappy.
The master said he would come back, so he will definitely come back.
So, it should be fine...
Bai Cang left.
Only Qing Xun was left with a fading back.
Zhanyun Mountain Master looked at the restless Qing Xun, and wandered to Qing Xun. Only then did Qing Xun realize that Zhanyun Mountain Master's lower body was the body of a snake, covered with ferocious scales, and glowing with cruel and cold light.
Qing Xun's scalp tingled with fear, and she wanted to escape subconsciously.
But before he even took a step, he was swept back by the huge snake tail. Master Zhanyun Mountain vomited a snake letter and let out an evil laugh in his ear: Your master has already given you to me.
In just a few words, every word was like thunder, and Qing Xun's whole body was numb and icy cold. His lips trembled and he retorted, saying that it was impossible, his master would not abandon him, he was the master's favorite...
He is the owner's favorite...
The master will definitely come back...
He repeated a sentence, over and over again.
As if, this will become true.
But it's useless, even if I repeat it a thousand times or ten thousand times, the master won't come back...
He was dropped.
Qing Xun could not accept such a fact.
No, things will definitely not be like this, the master likes him the most, the master treats him so well, the master will not want him.
He firmly believed that the master did not abandon him...
It seemed that this was the only force supporting him to live in despair.
At that moment, Qing Xun, who had been drifting with the tide, felt for the first time a strong obsession and unwillingness to accept her fate.
He wants to see his master, he wants to ask his master personally, ask if his master accidentally left him here, did he not want him on purpose...
Or maybe, the master was in danger, so he didn't have time to come back to pick him up...
He's going back to his master...
Qing Xun pretended to be afraid and succumbed, and confused Zhanyun Mountain Master, and escaped from there when Zhanyun Mountain Master was not paying attention.
This way, when coming, it is very easy.
When I went back, it was covered with thorns.
Several times, Qing Xun thought he was going to die, there was no water or food, any monster could kill him, the road was full of swamps and all kinds of poisons... He seemed to have returned to the past, back to the kind of food that he could eat for a bite. At all costs, struggling to survive in a world full of crises...
He used to think that everything was far away from him, and he would never go back to that past.
No longer need to be hungry and face the fear of death all the time.
But this day came so suddenly...
But he can't die here, he has to go back to his master.
He had only one belief in his heart.
This belief supported him to complete the journey home.
After a few days and nights.
Qing Xun finally returned to the Wuya Sect. He was covered in mud, his hands and feet were bloody, and his clothes were torn. He was almost killed by the demon cultivators at the door, but they recognized him and took him away. Arrived in front of Bai Cang.
Qing Xun stood in front of the familiar courtyard, he was very hungry, his wound was bleeding, and he was on the verge of collapse... But he still pushed open the door with faint hope.
His master sat there lazily, and the clean and pretty young man knelt at the man's feet, holding up the glass cup containing grapes with both hands, looking at the man in front of him with admiration and flattery.
The young man took Qing Xun's position, wearing the clothes Qing Xun once wore, and accompanied him by the man's side instead of him...
The young man is not as good-looking as Qing Xun, but he is not bad. He is clean at the moment, and the blood-stained Qing Xun is even more embarrassing and ridiculous.
Bai Cang raised his eyes and saw Qing Xun, showing a hint of surprise, then frowned slightly, as if seeing something dirty, and said lightly: "What are you doing back here?"
The little hope left, in Bai Cang's cold eyes and understated words, shattered into pieces, and the pieces turned into ice water, freezing his blood cold.
At this moment, he could no longer deceive himself.
Lie to yourself that the master just accidentally forgot about him.
It is dangerous to lie to your master.
The truth is simple, the master doesn't want him anymore.
The master sent him out in exchange for a thousand-year-old blood vine, that's all.
Just like Zhanyun Mountain Master told him at the beginning.
This obsession is doomed to be meaningless.
He is too stupid, thinking that he is different from Bai Cang, but in fact there is no difference, he has always been the humble him, a furnace that is only for the master to enjoy, a plaything that has been pityed by his god .
never changed.
It was a dream he hoped he would never wake up from.
Finally woke up.
Qing Xun was taken out. As a toy who was sent out, he was not qualified to serve Bai Cang anymore... The only good thing is that Bai Cang didn't expel him, and he stayed here for no apparent reason. Became a lowly slave.
Qing Xun was in a daze, living in a dirty house with other servants, doing the most humble and hard work here, others saw him down and down, and even the servants took pleasure in bullying him, making fun of him Joy, let him do the most things, then snatch most of his food.
Qing Xun's body began to continuously add new scars, new wounds covered old wounds, like mud that was stepped on the ground and crushed repeatedly.
At first he will not be willing to suffer.
But slowly, he realized that this was his fate, and after a big circle, he just went back to the beginning... Or, on the night he was dragged out by the villagers, he should have died in the fire.
He once got something that wasn't his own, and now he's giving it back.
That's all.
Qing Xun never thought of running away, because if he left here, he would only die faster.
Living numbly, like a walking dead, is the life of such a humble ant like him. He should have understood this a long time ago... Now he is just paying the price for his overreaching and wishful thinking.
Occasionally, he would prostrate himself on the ground with other servants, watching Bai Cang walk in front of him.
But Bai Cang never looked down at him again.
God is destined to be high and high, and it is beyond his reach, Qing Xun thought so...
until one night.
His gods fell before him.
In Bai Cang's hands, the Wuya Sect expanded rapidly, annexing many sects around it, and Bai Cang's methods were ruthless. Once annexed a sect, it would never leave behind. Even in the ruthless Western Wilderness, it is famous Vicious and cruel, it is frightening.
In order to stop Bai Cang's pace, the demon sects who were fighting on their own joined together.
When no one expected it, seventeen demon sects joined forces to attack the Wuya Sect.
The Wuya Sect disciple was killed by surprise.
Blood flowed all over the mountain.
The three top masters joined forces to deal with Bai Cang, even though Bai Cang had a high level of cultivation, he was seriously injured and lost in the end.
Qing Xun always thought that the Wuya Sect was the most powerful force, and Bai Cang was the most powerful existence, the omnipotent god in his eyes.
But on this day, he curled up in an inconspicuous corner, raised his head, and watched his god fall from the high school.
He just discovered that his god is not omnipotent.
Bai Cang will die too.
The Boundless Sect will also be shattered.
Just like his former village, where the weak eat the strong and the fittest survive, no one can last forever.
Qing Xun looked at all this blankly, until the blood-soaked man in black suddenly fell in front of him.
It is pale.
The man who was once as powerful as a demon god now looks pale and weak, like a beast on the verge of death... so close to him, dying in front of his eyes...
Qing Xun's heart began to pound, and jumped up.
He seemed to want to get closer, but he didn't dare, he flinched and struggled in fear, just looking at Bai Cang like this... Suddenly there was a sound from the front, it was the search team coming.
With footsteps getting closer...
Qing Xun suddenly gritted his teeth and rushed out, exhausting all his strength, dragging Bai Cang back to the dog hole where he was hiding.
The sound of footsteps passed over his head, and the leaves covered the hole, so no one noticed that there were two people hiding here.
The dog hole was very narrow, Bai Cang was dragged in, his slender legs were forced to bend, and the two of them got so close that Qing Xun didn't even dare to look into Bai Cang's eyes, he had never done such a crazy thing, and he God dragged into a dog hole with such a filthy and lowly thing as himself...
He didn't even know where the courage came from at that moment, so that he dared to approach Bai Cang again
The two snuggled together, their body temperature and breathing intertwined, and Qing Xun's mouth was dry.
He thought of the days when he was by Bai Cang's side, everything that made him nostalgic, but he shouldn't expect that anymore, he should have some self-knowledge... He shrank his body carefully, trying to stay away from Bai Cang as much as possible.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was dawn and dark.
Those people failed to find Bai Cang, and gradually quieted down. Qing Xun listened patiently for a long time, and after making sure that no one was there, he quietly got out of the dog hole.
He is weak and inconspicuous. In order to survive, he has developed the ability to avoid others. In the courtyard where the servants lived, he found some food that he had hidden before, because sometimes there may be no food for two or three days, so No matter how hungry he was, he would stock up as much food as possible.
The dry steamed buns have long been rotten.
But Qing Xun could only find these.
He took these back to the dog cave, and almost didn't dare to look into Bai Cang's eyes. How could he give such things to his master
But the owner is injured, if he doesn't eat, he will die.
Qing Xun struggled for a long time, finally mustered up the courage, handed the steamed buns to Bai Cang, tremblingly said: I only have this, I'm sorry, I'm too useless, I'm sorry...
He thought Bai Cang would despise him and laugh at him... Qing Xun watched Bai Cang raise his hand, shrank his head subconsciously, and closed his eyes in fear.
But after a while, he only heard Bai Cang's cold and blunt voice: Besides I'm sorry, what else can you say.
Qing Xun flinched, feeling more and more ashamed, and when he was about to withdraw his hand... Bai Cang grabbed his wrist.
There seemed to be some kind of emotion in his eyes that he had never seen before.
But not blame, nor contempt.
The stern man looked at him fixedly, his thin lips slightly opened and closed, and his voice was hoarse and low: There is nothing to be sorry about.
The man took the steamed bun in his hand, as if eating this kind of food was something he was accustomed to.
Qing Xun was startled, and the light in his eyes flickered away. Although Bai Cang was very cold, what he meant was, did he do nothing wrong...
They stayed in this narrow dog hole for three full days, there were fewer people searching outside, but the Wuya Sect was destroyed, as long as Bai Cang went out, they would still be doomed.
And there was no food.
They still came to a dead end.
Due to the injury, Bai Cang's qi and blood were disordered, and his condition was not very good. Sometimes he was awake, and sometimes he fell into a coma.
And when Bai Cang was in a coma, it was the first time that Qing Xun could look at each other unscrupulously and greedily at each other's face... These three days were the closest three days between him and Bai Cang. Unbelievable intimacy...
However, Bai Cang was about to die.
Qing Xun recalled what Zhanyun Mountain Lord said to him in Zhanyun Mountain before. Zhanyun Mountain Master said that he is a rare top-grade furnace, not only can be used for dual cultivation to improve cultivation, but if his essence is completely absorbed Blood is an extremely good top-notch tonic. It is very valuable to demon cultivators, and it is a living cultivation resource that can walk.
That's why Master Zhanyunshan was willing to take out the thousand-year-old blood vine and exchange him with Bai Cang.
They have no food, but if Bai Cang sucks himself, maybe he can recover some power, so that he doesn't have to die here.
Bai Cang has more hope of living than himself.
Isn't it better to live alone than to die together
What's more, he should have died long ago.
Qing Xun stretched out his hand cautiously, and gently held Bai Cang's face in his hands. Such a transgressive move was something he had never dared to do before...
But at this moment, he finally mustered up the courage.
It was this person who, when he was most at a loss and helpless, gave him a life without worrying about food and clothing... This was the person who stood in front of him without hesitation when he was threatened with death.
He gave himself a lot, but he didn't even have the qualifications to chase after his back.
He is so humble...
Even being abandoned can only be accepted.
Perhaps Bai Cang felt something, he opened his eyes, those purple eyes seemed to have something different in the coldness.
Qing Xun showed a smile, which was the most relaxed and happiest smile in his life, and he said softly: Master, you can use me.
It was the last thing he could do, thinking about it this way...
It's still useful to be yourself, isn't it
When Bai Cang heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he raised his hand to push him away, but Bai Cang was too weak at this time, and he couldn't even push Qing Xun away.
Qing Xun looked at him intently, those beautiful eyes were filled with unprecedented brilliance, he lowered his head, lightly kissed Bai Cang's lips, and smiled. In his eyes, he saw his own smile—
With a trace of cunning, rejoicing, presumptuousness, pride, and relief, it seems that the bird has finally broken free from the chains.
He has always lived humblely.
Weak and cowardly and incompetent, he has never made any decisions by himself.
Go with the flow and let fate rule everything.
This is the first time he has done such a bold and reckless thing without any scruples.
It turns out that this taste is so good.
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