How can a demon master fall in love with a demon, and the one who falls in love with this demon will only be another demon.

The fox demon's master warned him not to trust that girl, because she had some intentions and bad intentions. Only by cutting off the clouds and mist, can the fox demon have a chance to return to the immortal class.

However, the fox is still full of confidence, and he has a beautiful skin, which will surely charm the beloved girl. They are indeed having a good time, and they are also preparing to get married after the beginning of spring.

Gradually, the fox found that the girl seemed to love his thousand-year-old cultivation more, and one cool night the girl tricked him into drinking poisonous wine, and after a night of hard work, he blinked his eyes, and his whole body cultivation was stolen.

By this time he had turned into a crumpled and ugly sick fox, and he knew that he had not been poisoned that night, and he was afraid of himself when he saw himself being gouged out of his inner dan and his claws cut off.

He got into the master's fairy mirror and went back to the past, and he sighed with great relief, it turned out that it was just a dream, and he was still the very narcissistic fox......

I remembered the ending of this story, and I couldn't help but feel sad about it, pity the fox for the bumpy road, and shed tears for him.

Now the Tao was wrong at the time, only the Tao, the world is flowing with water, and it is a dream.

Suddenly, the door to the dungeon was opened. I looked up and saw that it was Juntong walking slowly with the support of the attendants.

He walked very lightly, as if he had lost his strength, and when he coughed, his body trembled, and the plain and unadorned wide robe was placed on him, which made him look extremely weak.

After standing for a while, he was so weak that he was about to fall over. He propped himself up.

When he saw that I had suffered a sin, he smiled proudly, but his face was not good-looking, as white as white paper, his lips were colorless, and his eyes were sleepy.

His palms calmly touched my face, and his white, clean fingers were not disgusted by the blood.

"In my life, there is nothing but hatred. ”

"Until I met you, I knew you were mine. ”

He pretended to be very realistic, with bloodshot eyes under his eyes, and suddenly tears welled up.

I laughed sarcastically, his fingers chattering.

"My father, my second sister, those innocent lives...... "I don't have the strength, and I can't even hear my own voice.

"You are tyrannical and unreasonable, you owe me ......"

The darkness in his eyes was as deep as a secluded pool, and when he saw it, he fell into a catastrophe from which he never recovered.

"So you've always thought so. ”

"So betray me and want me to die......"

He felt that I was not self-sufficient, and now I only deserved to suffer the fate of betraying him.

And I pity him, he is a clever life, but now he is being played by real tricks. I have been falsely accused and suffered, but I know his face so well that I will not be deceived by him again.

Even if I don't see the light of day for the rest of my life, I look forward to that day, he and that fine work, who will live and die in the end, I look forward to the day when he becomes a king and loses a villain, he has nothing, and suddenly has an epiphany, suddenly at a loss and angry and crazy.

I was afraid that he would get everything, and that I would end up being a forgotten speck of dust.

When he was in a daze, I listened to him choke up with self-deprecation and self-sarcasm.

"I originally thought that when I came back this time, I would go with you without caring about anything, and I didn't want any throne or power......

"You never thought about it, you didn't want to be with me. ”

He has always pretended to be affectionate, and the malice and scheming in his heart have forced those chess pieces into the abyss step by step.

......

I don't know when I was brought back to Luanhuang Palace, and I had to apply medicine for several days before I could barely feel better.

The cool high walls and jade walls will not see the light in the end.

I lit a few more candles, and the candlesticks were like fireworks on the upper floors of the city on earth.

In the bronze mirror of the dressing table, my face was haggard, and I could only apply gouache to have some vivid color. The maid combed my long hair, one to my waist, the second to the ends, and I heard her sigh quietly.

I don't know if she is puzzled, how can the king tolerate a meticulous work to live until now, and let them serve them like this. After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I might still have some use, and that a living work is more useful than a dead work.

His wedding banquet with the princess was on the day of the beginning of spring, and I was restrained by two underworld soldiers who had made up Qiao, and pretended to be safe like a puppet and entered the palace.

They knew that during today's wedding feast, there would be demon clans hiding in the underworld to make trouble and seize power in the realm.

Let my "fine work" appear safe and sound, firstly, to let them down their guard, and secondly, to lure the snake out of the hole if necessary.

can completely start these meticulous works in the underworld, and the underworld will no longer have to worry about the future, which can be described as a rebirth like a salary at the bottom of the kettle.

Thinking about it this way, I really am a useful chess piece.

Outside the palace, I heard the sound of gongs and drums, and a colorful cloud appeared in the dark sky of the underworld, and birds also flew around.

The ministers in the hall smiled and congratulated, and there was no one on weekdays. When I look at them, I really can't see which of them are meticulous, hidden for so long, so deep......

After a while, the Emperor of the Underworld came with the Queen of the Underworld in full costume, and at that moment, the only few spirit birds in the Underworld circled around them.

Walking up from my side, the ministers knelt down, congratulating the birthday and the sky.

At this time, I don't know what kind of mood I am in, love and hatred seem to be clear in my heart, and it seems to be blurred.

I think of the days when I was in the world, I looked at the Qingdian on Juntong's forehead and thought it looked good, and I also wanted to draw one.

"Why don't you teach me how to draw, and I'll go out on the street tomorrow and wrap you a few sweet cakes." ”

Sure enough, he was tempted by the sweet cake, shook his head helplessly, and left his son to teach me how to draw.

He flattened the paws of my hands and pinched the fat claws, he bowed his head and drew very seriously, and the brush swung down two pretty thin leaves and landed in my palms.

My palms itched, and I was amazed at the subtlety of his painting skills, and I felt that I could paint myself with these few brushstrokes.

When I was wielding my pen and ink, I didn't know that my hands were very broken.

I poked him in the forehead and sympathized with him.

"I guess you draw this every day, not to mention it, but also to practice it hurts. ”

"It's really a miserable house rule!"

He hid his face and chuckled, noncommittal to my indignation. I squeezed his hand and said in distress.

"In the coming day, I will help you get rid of this Qingtian. ”

His skin was gradually burned to pink, and I was really puzzled.

......

The soldier beside me commanded.

"When the king is seated, you throw down the hairpin from your head and command your comrades to act. ”

I don't know where they knew that the code to make trouble was to throw hairpins, and I did what he said.

At this time, the king put on his crown robe, his eyebrows were cold, and he hid his illness very well.

"I found a good person, and I finally became a good one. ”

"Since then, the emperor and queen have been one, and life and death depend on each other......"

The ministers held up the jade cup and drank it all. In fact, he hid his face with his sleeves and secretly peeked into the situation around him.

When the king sat down, there was silence. I didn't hurry to take off my sideburns and throw them to the ground.

I don't know that there is no traitor who gets up and makes trouble, and it is still as quiet as death.

I smiled mockingly, and when I saw the surprised faces of the courtiers, I quickly pretended to be complacent and talked.

At this time, the Emperor of the Underworld on the seat stared at me, and his eyes were as cold as the ice of ten thousand years.

The Mortal Soldier put the handle of his blade against my back and threatened, "What are you guys playing again?"

I was indifferent.

I thought that the turmoil we talked about today was just an oolong.

After a long time, when he was about to end the ceremony, the Emperor of the Underworld on the throne finally couldn't hold his body, and when he was about to get up, he fell on the seat.

His face was full of pain, and he reached out to rub his eyebrows.

The queen beside him was worried and whispered softly. And at this time, the hairpin on her hair accidentally fell.

There was a clang, and then the sword was unsheathed, and the sound continued. The silver light of the blade came from the enemy, and he parried suddenly.

A turmoil came suddenly, and for a while, several corpses were already lying in the orderly wedding banquet.

The guards under the throne resisted the meticulous work of the surprise attack, and the attack was fierce.

I was restrained and unable to move, watching them die and wound and wound.

The group of birds can seize the tiger's nest, and the rebels to seize power are just whimsical, and it only takes some time to exterminate these few rebel troops who are not a problem, and some troops will be injured if they are not good.

However, destroying the traitor and exposing the manoeuvre behind it will bring the benefit of rebirth to the underworld.

The rescue soldiers who arrived to protect the entire palace, Junyun was not too worried. He's in pain, and he's getting better now.

However, at this time, the guards protecting the throne tended to be weak, and the rebels' successive ruthless moves were unexpected, and the guards couldn't resist for a while.

At this time, there is no one to control me, and they are all desperately defending the throne.

I noticed a rebel with extremely fierce swordsmanship, fierce and strange, but I had an indescribable familiarity with such swordsmanship, and I couldn't remember it for a while.

He stared at his seat, fearing something else.

Sure enough, the sword move he used at the end was obviously against the guards in front of him, and then the sound struck east and west, but the sword wind turned strangely and rushed violently towards the throne.

The swift reaction of the guards slashed the sword wind with all his might, and the remnants of the sword wind cut through the arms of the queen of the underworld, and the blood flowed nonstop.

The Emperor was startled, dragged her sick body, and took her into his arms, feeling distressed.

I know this kind of swordsmanship, this section of the sword wind is just a small temptation, it is a transfer.

The guards thought that the deadly move was over, and no one expected the rebel to break through the exhausted defenses of the guards.

The power of his body was injected into the spirit sword, and he jumped up with brute force, and rushed straight into the Immortal Emperor who was distracted by the woman on the throne.

This is just the speed of the feather falling, it seems that the Emperor of the Underworld is really going to be killed, it is hard to imagine how thousands of years later, how the historian laughed at the heinous Emperor of the Underworld and lost his life at the hands of a small Kou, the key to the loss of life was that he was distracted by the woman.

The feather rested, the blood fell, this spirit sword did not take the life of the Emperor of the Underworld, but unsteadily sank into my chest.

No one discovered the strangeness of this sword technique faster than me.

What rushed into the heavenly spirit was the pain of the soul, this pain was only a few points worse than the burning whip of the evil spirit, and it was not more than a taste of it.

I am even more tired of myself, I don't know whether I love or hate, I don't know what to love and hate, so I finally reap the consequences, which is retribution, retribution......

Like a feather, I fell from the throne and lay in a pool of blood.

When I think of the desolation of this life, I think of the pain, and I can't help but cry. Tears filled his eyes, and his heart was full of grievances and only choked up. When I opened my eyes again, it was the sun that I had not seen for a long time.

In front of the bed, Ah Luo saw that I opened my eyes, and insisted on fanning my eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

"Miss Zishang, let me wait. ”

There is a lot of dissatisfaction in the tone.

"You...... Don't you want me......"

I choked up, tears and snot on my face, and I immediately hugged his thin legs and cried bitterly.

Seeing me like this, his face was full of disgust, and he pulled his clothes, which were already wet with tears.

He clenched his fists, a sneer tugging at the corners of his mouth, resisting the anger that threatened to hit me.

"Said that I would enjoy the flowers with me, but the girl missed the appointment and slept hard, but now she says that I am not ......"

I scratched my head, he was already impatient to wait, and he was bound to drag me to enjoy the flowers.

"I had a nightmare. ”

"In your dreams, you marry someone else, and you regard me as an enemy......"

As he spoke, his nose was sore again, and I was about to cry, but his fingers pinched my face, and it hurt so much that I forgot to cry.

"Dreams are dreams, you're too mediocre. ”

I had no choice but to nod and stop choking before telling his men to save their faces.

When he saw me looking so embarrassed, he shook his head helplessly, opened his fan to hide his face, and smiled secretly.

......

Flickering light and darkness, the sword light and sword shadow are only momentary. It turns out that I can't tell the difference between reality and fiction, and I can't tell what is true and what is false, and I don't know who is holding me.

Self-pity is painful, it turns out that my life is just a life of a discardable chess piece.

I'm getting transparent.