Li Huanhan's background, even if it is recorded in the classics, has only a few sentences, and then lost the follow-up, and then, he conspired to usurp the throne, beheaded the leader of the Tianmo Sect at that time, and became a description of the leftist giant.
Therefore, Jiang Yinghe was not mentally prepared to see this scene.
Ning Fengyao fled back to the Tianmo Sect. The scale of the current Tianmo Sect is very different from that when Li Huanhan was in charge. At that time, the cults were still fighting for the leader, and they were evenly matched.
The injured woman half-kneeled outside the screen, and the child in her arms looked straight at the figure inside the screen with bloodshot eyes.
The leader was turning two beads in his hand, constantly moving his hand bones.
"The lost dog." The leader said.
That's true, Ning Fengyao, as a saint, eloped and colluded with Zhengdao Sword Cultivator and left the sect. But at this moment, he was in trouble, surrounded by all directions, and had nowhere to go, so he returned to this man-eating devil's lair.
"You said let me bring up this child." The leader tapped the pipe, "Your life in exchange?"
Ning Fengyao said: "As long as the Hierarch is useful, cultivation base, soul, and body, nothing is unusable. I beg the Hierarch to protect my son."
Her voice was extremely hoarse, like melted steel or burnt porcelain. It had changed from a mesmerizing voice that bewitched all living beings to a broken waste product.
The person behind the screen laughed.
"If I don't agree, why don't you follow Li Yunxiao's self-destruction of the Nascent Soul?"
The woman stared at him firmly: "It's okay."
The atmosphere suddenly froze.
"Isn't an obedient Yuanshen real person more useful than a dangerous person who explodes at any time?"
Ning Fengyao stood up, holding the child's hand all the time: "As long as the leader makes a vow to protect my son Xiumo from growing up, Fengyao will agree to everything."
I don't know which item moved him, maybe it was the value of use, maybe it was the word "everything".
The moment the candles in the room were about to burn through, the person behind the screen agreed to the deal.
The subsequent perspective was a bit chaotic, and Jiang Yinghe couldn't tell what happened in it for a while, but when the light gradually stabilized, he saw drops of blood dripping down.
This was the third time he had seen bloodshed in a short period of time. Jiang Yinghe subconsciously looked for the injured person, and saw that the boy in black had stab wounds all over his arms.
The knife marks are deep enough to show the bones, it doesn't look like they were made through sparring, but just random slashing and killing. And the black-clothed boy who looked no more than ten years old didn't move his brows, he was used to it, his eyes were bright red and cold.
Jiang Yinghe looks around
Looking around, I found that this is a place like a water prison. The next moment, the cell door opened, and a young man in fine clothes walked in, and said with a sarcasm, "So this traitorous seed is not dead yet?"
As the young master walked out, a dozen or so teenagers wearing the uniforms of Tianmo Sect disciples walked out behind him, with expressions of disgust and contempt, and a trace of jealousy that was hidden and hard to detect.
"The evil seed is the evil seed, and the viability is tenacity, just like his mother who was made into a puppet!"
"It's just a piece of equipment for public use. It's just a plaything in the teaching. If Ning Fengyao's strength is still useful, my father would have dealt with this brat a long time ago."
"Hey, I still have the face to come back and seek refuge. A person like this is not worthy of possessing the body of a demon. As long as the young master says a word, he should gouge out his spiritual roots..."
It's a pity that these are all in the oath of the heart demon. Everyone knows that keeping him alive and allowing him to practice is the bottom line of the leader.
Ning Fengyao's choice was nothing more than a crazy gambler who put all his wealth on one bet. If Li Huanhan survived, he would be able to avenge Li Huanhan if he attained great success in cultivating demons.
Jiang Yinghe couldn't hear such words. He glanced at the dozen or so young children, and couldn't help leaning in Li Huanhan's direction. After getting close, he realized that the other party's injuries were more than these.
Knife marks, bone cracks, and within the huge wound that was gradually healing, a few centipedes that were forced into the cracks struggled.
Jiang Yinghe's mind was blank, and he wanted to take out the foreign body and heal the wound, but he didn't realize it until he couldn't touch it—this was just his past.
Jiang Yinghe's hand paused for a long time, and he could only withdraw it in embarrassment.
When he first started at the beginning of the year, he even guided and smoothed the turbidity in the other party's body one by one. Now, how can he see such a scene.
How could Jiang Yinghe's disciple, who was so distressed that he wouldn't let him suffer even the slightest bit of pain, suffer this kind of pain.
He regained his composure, the obscene words of a group of teenagers were still in his ears. Jiang Yinghe settled down, raised his eyes to look at him, and could only see an unknown chill in those bright red blood eyes.
Seeing him looking up, the group of people stopped talking suddenly, and a rather dog-legged younger brother stepped forward and said: "Young master, I see, this lunatic's body of a demon is a good match for you, you Seeing that he hardly speaks, and his aptitude is also dull, it is a waste of physique... "
The young master beat the younger brother who came up to him with one hand, and said with a dark voice, "Do you think I don't want to?! It's my father who wants to protect his spiritual root and this humble life, or else
On the day he attacked me, I had already dug up the spiritual root of this evil species! "
The young boy in fine clothes turned around and left, and the people behind left in a cloud.
If he attacked the young master, then the wound... should have been cut by that young master venting his anger after being subdued.
Jiang Yinghe shifted his gaze to the silent boy in black, watching him stretch out his hand and tear open the half-healed wound.
"... still cold!"
When he spoke, he realized that the other party couldn't hear him.
Jiang Yinghe suppressed his words, watched him tear open the wound, turned it bloody, watched him crush the twisted centipede inside, and crushed the insect's corpse into powder.
He even watched Li Huanhan pull out the nail embedded in his bones when subduing him, as if he couldn't feel the difficulty or pain of this kind of magic weapon with restraint.
Jiang Yinghe didn't dare to look any longer, he could only watch the blood on the ground congealed into a pool, reflecting the blood-stained dark red sleeves.
During this process, he still didn't say a word.
The bone-embedded nails were thrown into the pool of blood, there were more than a dozen of them.
Jiang Yinghe avoided his gaze, turned his gaze to look at him, and saw him staring at an open space in front of him, with nothing in his eyes.
There is no despair, no hope, no emotional ups and downs, whether it is the pain of being dependent on others, the pain of all kinds of torture, or the deep killing intent of shouldering the sea of blood... nothing.
Jiang Yinghe's heart trembled out of nowhere.
This kind of childhood shadow, even if it becomes a problem child, is very normal, it is already good to be cold, he...
Just when Jiang Yinghe couldn't move his thoughts, Li Huanhan raised his blood-stained hand and rubbed his eyes.
His voice was extremely hoarse, like a tomb that hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and a feeling of depression spread from the inside out.
"… Too dark."
It is indeed too dark in here.
The dark place is not just this water prison.
After Jiang Yinghe only heard two words, he felt that he couldn't bear it. He spent half a day mentally constructing and relieving himself before he allowed himself to continue watching.
Torture like this happens often, depending on whether someone targets it.
But even if this kind of malicious targeting has always existed, Li Huanhan's progress is by no means comparable to others. He hides his strength, behaves dullly, and is so reticent that people almost think he is dumb.
Knowing that within the Heavenly Demon Sect, when passing by Ning Fengyao who was made into a puppet, he could still treat him calmly, as if he had no feelings for her.
At the same time, the successor of the Tianmo Sect is eating and drinking
Playing, seeking enjoyment, accumulating realms with pills. Gradually, the leader of the Tianmo Sect began to ask about his situation, and began to show false kindness.
It's just too late.
He couldn't detect Li Huanhan's authenticity, but his own desire was laid bare on the surface - when Li Huanhan grows up, he can break away from the imprisonment of the inner demon vowed to protect him from growing up, Cut out the spirit root.
The old fox showed his fangs, the little fox pretended to be remorseful, the old and the young set up a trap for him to wake up, and then—the Hongmen Banquet only lasted for a short three minutes, and the dark poisonous snake bit off their lifeline.
Jiang Yinghe was too familiar with Li Huanhan's character, he was meticulous and he must hit what he asked for.
Among the pools of blood and broken limbs of the Tianmo Sect, the young man in black with red eyes raised his head, walked up the stairs step by step, and came to the side of the leader's seat, looking at Ning Fengyao who was standing on the side.
The puppet is dead, and there is no look in his eyes.
Li Huanhan stretched out his hand, shattered the puppet mark in her body, hugged Ning Fengyao who had been walking dead for many years, and walked out of the pool of blood all over the ground.
Jiang Yinghe followed him, and saw that he was buried for Ning Fengyao on the mountain peak, at the highest point where there were many peaks, and at the peak where pines and cypresses were sparse, it was the place closest to Yunxiao.
Everything that followed was in line with the records in the book.
He expanded the Heavenly Demon Sect, unified the entire demon sect, ascended to the position of the Lord, and was the head of the world's demon cultivators. He was ruthless, regarded human life as worthless, and did not understand the slightest bit of pity and sympathy.
His strength expanded to a terrifying level. Within three hundred years, he forced all the sects of the Righteous Path to retreat again and again, and drove the several Righteous Path monks who executed Li Yunxiao at that time to their wits.
The evil is full of crimes, and the crimes are heinous.
Jiang Yinghe memorized the record in his mind.
It was at this stage that the blood shadow appeared. It was Li Huanhan's demon, but this demon was useless and could be manipulated and manipulated by Li Huanhan over and over again. Refined together, it has all the functions of the Xuandou of Finding Objects.
Afterwards, he came to the realm of the half-step golden fairy smoothly, and ushered in the thunder of crossing the tribulation.
Even though Jiang Yinghe knew the result, he was still more nervous than him. Until the thunder of Hedao struck down, not to mention Li Huanhan, even Jiang Yinghe was dumbfounded.
Daoxin asked without a word.
After the thunder, there was only a deathly silence of darkness.
If crossing the catastrophe is compared to an exam, then there are no questions given.
One, two, three...
It was still dark.
Just like Jiang Yinghe looked at
When he was there, there was nothing in those blood eyes.
too dark.
His life, from birth to death, all the process is dim, there is no color on it, only endless darkness.
The Blood River Demon Lord has fallen.
Jiang Yinghe finally ushered in this moment. He felt that his body and mind had suffered tremendous torture. After finally watching this unbearable past life, he found that the perspective suddenly changed, and the picture of Baihe Yuyu appeared.
It was as if when I had just accepted him as an apprentice, there was a full moon night, to relieve the conflict of stale qi in his body.
Although Li Huanhan was still taciturn at that time, his demeanor gradually softened after more than ten years of getting along.
Stepping out of the Taoist door in a pitch-black robe, the crane spirit at the door is snuggling up and sleeping.
Li Huanhan stood outside the door, did not leave, did not speak again, but stood silently in place.
In the colder autumn, the bright moon in the night sky is as clear as frost, falling on the hem of the clothes, and the wind and dew stand at midnight.
It wasn't until the breath in the Xuanmen gradually stabilized that Li Huanhan confirmed that the other party had fallen asleep, and then slowly left.
All the pictures in front of me faded away.
Jiang Yinghe still didn't come back to his senses, and he didn't transfer his consciousness from the water mirror until his fingers hurt slightly. He stared blankly at the cat biting his finger, and saw the kitten in his arms licking his tooth marks again. Then, the person next to him raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes.
"Master." A familiar voice sounded, "What are you looking at?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't answer, but turned his head to look at those bloody eyes for a while, and then hugged him suddenly.
Unexpectedly, Li Huanhan caught it firmly like a conditioned reflex, and then heard the other party's slightly muffled voice.
"...look at you."
Jiang Yinghe's words choked up for a moment: "...I'm crying with anger."
The author has something to say: Li Huanhan: ... What
(Although I didn't understand, Master is so cute.)