The two returned to the Blood Cloud Hall, and sure enough, they were angrily reprimanded by the hall master.

"I'm disappointed that you've done something about the Demon Villa. Who's up to do it?"

Sikong Sheng replied first: "Dad, the child must remember your teachings. It's all him," he raised his hand and pointed at the emperor at his side, "He said that the old owner wouldn't cooperate anyway, so it was better to slaughter it with a knife...... Dad, if you want to punish him, punish him. ”

Sikong Lei's face was gloomy, he glanced at Huangfu Li, who was kneeling under the corridor, and said lightly: "Li'er, I only ask you, did you kill the person?"

Sikong Sheng's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but peek to his side. Previously, when he proposed to apologize, Huang Fuli did not really agree to him. How he would answer at this critical juncture is hard to guess.

Under the pressure of the two lines of sight at the same time, Huang Fuli's gaze was impartial, staring directly at the tall seat in front of him, and indifferently spit out two words: "No." ”

Sikong Sheng only felt that it was dark in front of him. And Sikong Lei's angry scolding above has already come down with his head and face.

"Holy child, to be a man is to dare to act. Not only have you made a mistake now, but you have also slandered others, and you have been punished to kneel in the nunnery for one night, and you have copied ten volumes of secret books, and you will go down now!"

……

That night, Sikong Sheng knelt straight from dusk to the bright moon hanging high.

He was so tired that his back hurt, and sweat slipped down his forehead, dripping onto the scroll in front of him.

"Huangfu is leaving ......" Sikong Sheng's hand holding the pen couldn't help trembling, "As long as you help me make a lie, it will be fine, and I won't have to suffer this crime......"

"You're all responsible...... I hate you to death!"

Sikong Sheng couldn't remember how long he had been copying. All he knew was that in the middle of the night, he fell asleep in a daze.

Even in his sleep, he still knelt here, copying the secret book volume by volume.

The next day, the sun was shining.

“…… It's broken!"

Sikong Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he realized where he was, he suddenly fell asleep.

Yesterday's cheats, he copied for a while and rubbed for a while, and his impression was ...... I've just copied five volumes!

"It's broken, it's broken! Wait a minute, what do you want to say when Dad asks?" Sikong Sheng was so anxious that he was confused, "Do you want to say that it was stolen by Huangfu Li?" Well, yes, I had already copied it, because he wanted to frame me, so he stole the scroll, yes, that's it!"

Leaning over to collect the scrolls, he perfected his lie in his heart. But after only a moment, his movements paused. Then, he buried his head deeply, and almost frantically counted the scrolls around him over and over again.

He remembered that he had only copied five volumes! But now, why was all ten volumes full?

This kind of thing, it's too late for those dogs to hide, and it's impossible for someone to take the initiative to copy it for themselves, unless it's-

"Did I copy it in my sleep?"

Thinking of last night's dream, isn't the experience of copying cheats a dream, it's all true?

"So I still have this talent!" Sikong Sheng quickly became proud again. If he can really cultivate in his dreams in the future, then how much more time can he have than others! When the time comes, he will definitely be able to completely knock the emperor off his stomach!

……

Later, Huangfu Li, who had been in the infinite scenery of the Blood Cloud Hall, finally ushered in the first failure in his life.

In the friendly match for turf, he lost to Qianyuan Zongmo Gucheng and lost extremely miserably.

When everyone in the Blood Cloud Hall was grieving and angry about the loss of the treasure land, only Sikong Sheng was rejoicing in the failure of Huangfu Li.

Mo Gucheng, I thank you so much!

Thank you for doing what I've always wanted to do!

Huangfu leaves this guy, he just has to teach a good lesson!

This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Sikong Sheng will never let it go easily. Taking advantage of the emperor's loss of power, he would bring a group of subordinates almost every day, run to him to provoke a few words, and even made up his own provocative ballads and sang them in the hall.

I don't know if Sikong Lei is defending Huangfu Li, or if he doesn't want everyone to talk about the defeat of the Blood Cloud Hall, after Sikong Sheng made a fuss like this for a few days, he officially ordered that no one should make any more coaxing about this matter, and those who violate the rules of the hall will be dealt with.

As soon as the order came out, the most unconvinced was naturally Sikong Sheng.

"It's going to be my dad, what's the big deal?"

In his opinion, it was natural that the emperor left to complain to the hall master, wanting to use his father's power to suppress himself.

However, the hall master just said that he couldn't talk about his defeat, but he didn't say that he couldn't scold him. Therefore, Sikong Sheng came directly to the door of his room, changing his anger and damaging him.

After he had cursed a hundred and eighty words, the door to the room was suddenly opened.

Huangfu Li stood in front of him. It was the first time he had looked at him so calmly. That kind of absolute coldness, which belongs to the killer's unique gaze, actually made Sikong Sheng's heart chill, and the provocative words automatically froze in his mouth.

"If you have the ability, don't just rely on your mouth, come and beat me. ”

After failing the competition, that was the first thing he said to himself.

"Huh?" Sikong Sheng's eyes widened, this guy ...... When did you become so arrogant?

In the past, he mostly ignored himself, but this was the first time he provoked him in person. Sikong Sheng's mind spun a few times, and a wave of anger suddenly surged up.

You were the one who lost to Mo Gucheng like a dog before! Why did you lose and still export your backbone, right? Why did you teach me a lesson?

"I don't need you to say it, I'll do it too!" Sikong Sheng viciously shook off this sentence and strode away.

Go back and cultivate well, and you must defeat Huangfu Li!

……

Year after year, he is working towards this goal.

In order to surpass that annoying guy, he even pushed off a lot of drinking games, gave up a lot of rest time, and devoted himself to cultivation.

It is also thanks to him that he can reach this state at this age.

But...... I'm not going to thank you—

On the field, Sikong Sheng's figure condensed for a short time, raised his hand to form a seal, and the sea of blood set off waves behind him, blooming like red lotus.

"Red Lotus Tribulation, Instant Glory!"

The sea of blood surged sharply, and the red lotus bloomed in the ring. Every petal is flowing with a high-temperature flame, thousands of flowers, weird and colorful, like a hellish scene.

In the sea of red lotus, a blood dragon jumped straight up, and Sikong Sheng's feet stepped on the top of the blood dragon's head, majestic, as if commanding a tame mount, a streamer of light slashed through the air, and rushed towards the opposite side.

Huangfu was concocted in the same way, and his body was also held up by the blood dragon at the bottom of his feet, and the blood light released from the outside seemed to have opened a gorgeous blood path for him. The blood-colored gauze fluttered, the blood-colored flames rushed, and in his hands, the spiritual power quickly filled, condensing into two blood-colored spears.

The two blood dragons finally collided fiercely in mid-air.

Endless blood, a large canopy sprinkled on the red lotus below.

……

is different from Sikong Sheng, Huangfu Li's life is like a cruel sonata.

He is far less beautiful and happy than Sikong Sheng thought. If possible, he would love to exchange lives with Sikong Sheng.

Thinking about it, Sikong Sheng would not have known that the person he had been jealous of for so many years had also envied him for so many years.

Yes, the young master of the Blood Cloud Hall, he has a good family background, rich cultivation resources, and a father who loves him. Aside from the occasional tantrum, he didn't have any real annoyances at all.

In the future, he is destined to enter the Heavenly Palace Gate. His life has been arranged by his father to be flat, and his efforts are just icing on the cake for his brilliance.

He never had to use all his strength to grasp the necessity of survival. At this point, I am already happier than myself and too many others......

……

For Huangfu Li, the most carefree period of time was probably when he was the adopted son of the Huangfu family in his childhood, and the young master who separated from Xiling, Xiling North played together.

Xilingbei is really good, he also has excellent business acumen, and he was valued by the clan at a young age. Although he often confuses himself with the technical terms he says, this does not hinder their friendship.

As long as Bei Shao can get ahead, he will be happy.

However, I don't know when Xilingbei's attitude suddenly changed.

He is no longer as happy as before, he will tell himself that he has negotiated a deal for the clan again, how the patriarch praised him, and so on. Even, he has less and less time to come out to play, and even if he meets occasionally, he always has a cold face.

Huangfu didn't know how he offended Xilingbei. But he habitually thinks that if he makes the other party unhappy, it must be his own fault. So he accompanied him more carefully, persuaded him, and hoped that he could forgive himself as soon as possible.

On this day, Xilingbei arrived three hours later than the time they had agreed.

"Bei Shao, why did you come here so late today?" asked Huang Fu Li.

Xilingbei's face was a little pale. It was his regular work day and night, and he was already dragging down his body early. As a result, he looked weaker than his peers.

"I've been reading business books all the time. One day, I will definitely defeat the Xiling Sect!"

This time, Xilingbei rarely told him about his recent situation.

"Zong family?" Huang Fuli simply thought that he had misheard. Isn't Bei Shao very appreciated by the Zong family? Why did he deal with the Zong family?

"I can see it clearly," Xilingbei's smile was a kind of vicissitudes that he couldn't understand at the time. He staggered his steps, his voice low, as if he didn't care if anyone was listening, he just wanted to vent wantonly, vent these emotions that he had suppressed for too long.

"No matter how good I am or how much I do for the Zong family, I am just a dog in their eyes. Just because I have lowly blood in my body, I will never be able to get the inheritance of the sect family!"

"And what about that authentic 'Xiling Young Master'? He can't even hold the abacus so far! But it doesn't matter, because he is a descendant, because he still has me by his side, and I have struggled all my life, and I am just one of his assistants!"

"If he really has the ability, I admit to losing to him, but why...... Why should I lose on a bloodline that I can't change, why am I born to be a human being?!"

Xilingbei said, throwing a stone in his hand fiercely. He resents, he hates. He hated his fate that had been written early, and he hated those so-called "born noble" even more!

"He's a predator, he's born better than me, so as soon as he's born, he's got everything I can't get even if I work hard all my life!"

"Isn't this kind of form the same as the hereditary system of the royal family? Even if the other party is just a child, even if he is mediocre, just because he has the same blood as the old country, he can inherit ......the unification!

Huangfu was frightened when he heard this, and his first reaction was to cover Xilingbei's mouth tightly.

"Don't say these big and bad things. ”

When his mood finally regained some calm, Huangfu Li let him go. At the same time, he promised him:

"I'll work with you. The Xiling Sect will belong to you one day!"

……

Even when he was swept away by Huangfu's family and lived on the streets, Huangfuli never forgot his original promise.

Even when he emerged in the killer world and became famous, Xilingbei's status in his mind was still supreme.

"Bei Shao, if that's your wish, I will definitely make it happen for you. ”

Fighting in the rain of blood, wandering between life and death, he surpassed his limits again and again.

The king treats me as a countryman, and I should repay him as a countryman.

"But before that, I have to be strong enough. ”

"Enough to protect you, to assist your strength-"

……

When he almost stood at the pinnacle of the younger generation in the killer world, he chose to retire.

With his fame at the time, when he joined the Blood Cloud Hall, he was immediately warmly welcomed.

At first, he always looked indifferent in the face of the tide of compliments.

Half of it was the career of a killer, which wiped out too many unnecessary feelings for him. And the other half is because this is just a transit point for him, and there is no one he needs to cherish.

……

There was an endless stream of people who came to give gifts.

At first, the emperor didn't say a word, and let them make noise in their ears.

It wasn't until Sikong Sheng broke into the room and left angrily that a trace of coldness crossed his eyes.

"Get out. ”

Those who stammered looked at each other, and some dared to come and inquire.

"Don't let me say it a second time. ”

Huangfu Li spoke again, and the coldness in his voice was already like an abyss.

This time, those people finally left in a huff. The eyes they cast in twos and threes were all cursing him for not knowing what to do.

Although he went to be a killer for Xilingbei, and joined the Blood Cloud Hall for Xilingbei, he also knew that he should cultivate his own forces, but he didn't need these two-faced subordinates.

The Xiling clan treats Bei Shao, isn't it also touted in front of people and used by people later?

It made him feel sick.

……

"Isn't it fun to steal someone else's scenery?"

"You're a marauder! You're a robber, you know?"

When Sikong Sheng shouted these two words at him with a sad and angry face, Huangfu suddenly fluctuated briefly in his silent heart.

I see, that's right......

"Marauder", Bei Shao once regarded the young master of the Xiling Sect as a marauder, and Sikong Sheng also regarded himself as a marauder in his life.

Although the situation is different, their unwilling mood should be the same.

At that moment, he began to look at Sikong Sheng with another eye.

(End of chapter)