He called him "Shen Du", not "Taoist".
The seemingly inadvertent change of title heralds a subtle change hidden in the details.
At this moment, the entire Hanjue Peak fell into a strange dead silence.
Even more than when Shen Du first appeared.
Those who have heard some kind of rumors have widened their eyes at this time; the old fox, who is accustomed to thinking more deeply, even breaks out in a cold sweat.
Who would have thought
Shen Du, who originally thought that he was seriously injured and dying, not only came back safe and sound, but also taught Pei Wuji, who had already controlled the entire demonic situation, as soon as he came back!
And Pei Wuji didn't mean to resist at all!
Rebellion
fart!
There are countless people around who noticed that this development was not right, the eyelids of both eyes began to stab uncontrollably, and their eyes quietly fell on the two of them, but they felt that they were suffocating, as if they were strangled by the throat. .
Even the right envoy Yao Qing couldn't hold back, and was slightly startled.
Perhaps, only Pei Wuji himself did not notice any abnormality.
Or maybe he didn't care at all.
He just hugged his waist, and with that humble attitude into the dust, tried to change his icy attitude and indifferent eyebrows and let him respond to himself.
But Shen Du didn't have any special reaction.
Hearing Pei Wuji's words, he didn't even have a smile on his face, but he looked at him as usual, and looked down at him slightly, his eyes were like gods in the nine heavens.
Close at hand, far away.
He took Pei Wuji's hand away, then withdrew his gaze, and walked past him without saying a word.
The corners of the dark purple robe slipped through Pei Wuji's fingers, leaving no trace.
But he suddenly felt that something had lost his control, and he would no longer have it.
He watched as he walked past.
The footsteps were slow, and they landed on the thick fleece blanket, and there was no sound.
Calmly as always.
In the awe and even fear of everyone, Shen Du stepped up the steps step by step. After more than 20 days, after experiencing a change of life and death, he finally stood in front of the throne again.
The four-foot-wide throne is carved from black stone. Below is the picture of the eighteen layers of hell, and above it is the shape of Tiantian Cliff and the surrounding mountains.
The armrests on both sides are smooth.
The left is a white tiger, and the right is a basalt, and each has a fierce appearance.
Shen Du has always felt that although this throne looks delicate, it does not reveal the slightest sense of sophistication, but instead has a roughness that is unique to the way of demons.
evil.
cold.
He stretched out his hand, and his slender five fingers gently tapped on the left armrest carved into a white tiger, only to feel the coldness in his hands and the loneliness in his heart.
Gu Zhao always said that he was boring to live...
Actually there is some truth to it.
Inexplicably laughed.
The voice was very soft, and it didn't sound weird, but at this moment, everyone below heard it, and almost all of them trembled in their hearts, and they all knelt down!
Crawling all over the ground!
The voice of the mountain suddenly resounded through the entire Han Jue Ding: "The subordinates wait for the Dao Master, and welcome the Dao Master to return safely!"
Shen Du looked back, from near to far, no one dared to stand in his line of sight, all of them kowtowed to him and pressed their foreheads to the ground.
They are afraid.
But he didn't take it seriously, and he wasn't touched at all, just sat down casually.
The thick sable fur was spread on the throne, covering up the coldness of the stone throne itself, adding a bit of softness and warmth that was extremely cold and incompatible with this monster.
Shen Du didn't like cold, nor did he like winter.
So after sitting down, he cuddled himself into the softness, only propped his right arm on the armrest, pointed the position of the temple on the forehead with his fingers, and leaned lazily.
It was so far away that no one could see the expression on his face.
They were only familiar with his gestures.
For ten years, he sat there like a day, giving orders and taking life and death, as if his whole being had become one with the throne.
The vast cold peak.
A lonely figure.
There is no one who can overlap him with the old boy who was "unsuitable to be the master of demons and Taoism".
All kneel.
Shen Du didn't even call them up.
His eyes turned around, and he didn't stay on Pei Wuji's body for a moment. He only landed lightly on a shirtless figure that was shaking like chaff, and then with a smile, he called out, "Master Cao."
At this moment, Cao Xin almost fainted from fright!
From the moment Shen Du appeared alive in front of him, he already knew that something was bad.
But then Shen Du went to teach Pei Wuji a lesson.
During this period of time, he didn't dare to take a breath, and only hoped that Shen Du would deal with other things, take care of other people, and forget about himself.
But obviously-
But it's just wishful thinking!
Who is Shen Du? In the past ten years, no one has known about the whole demon Taoism, no one has known about it
Jairus must be reported, the evil is cruel!
Back then, when he was only the helmsman of the Jiangyin branch, every time he came to Tianya to complain, he didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the other party. Later, in order to get the upper hand, I finally summoned the courage and said a few good words, but what did I get in return
In exchange for a mocking cold look!
Cao Xin still remembers that look.
As cold and sharp as a knife, it seems that in an instant, you can peel off the hypocritical skin draped on the outside of a person, and see clearly those dirty and unspeakable real thoughts in your heart.
Under this look, he has nothing to hide.
That time it was almost a run away.
Since then, he has both feared and hated this young Taoist master: afraid of his cruel methods, afraid that if he is unhappy, he will take away everything he finally has; hate his mocking eyes, hate him only A stubborn man who killed his father and killed his mother to seize the throne, but frequently shamed him in front of everyone...
At this moment, he felt that he should not be afraid.
After all, the words he just said were hypocritical, but on the surface, they were reasonable, and no one could say that he was wrong!
But in fact, the cold sweat on his forehead had already fallen densely, and even wet the fleece directly below.
Cao Xin's huge and sturdy body was lying on the ground, and he didn't even have the courage to raise his head to take a second look. He replied with a trembling voice, "My subordinate is here."
"Just now, you said that if the Taoist master is safe and sound, you would rather die once you die, even if it is ten thousand deaths, it is not a pity."
Shen Du's eyes showed a bit of a vague hostility, but the tone of his speech was unprecedentedly kind, as if he was facing a loyal and loyal subordinate that he trusted very much.
"Are these words true?"