Weisheng Jiamu saw that the two of them had bandaged each other's wounds, and the thin young man looked at the sky, and said with a flickering expression: "It's time to prepare rice...... Ah Song, are you still not going? ”

Chu Songluo nodded slightly, with a little happiness in his expression, and a little bit of fear of hurting his friend's uneasiness, "My father-in-law asked me to go with him to dinner." ”

"That's great!" The young man was not jealous at all, he was completely happy, "I'm afraid that you're injured, what if you can't grab something to eat later!" ”

Chu Songluo said, "I'll bring you something back." ”

The boy shook his head and said, "I don't want you to bring it to me!" In case the sect leader thinks you are taking something away and looks ugly, it will not be good if you hate you! ”

He wanted to say, "I can grab it", but as soon as he raised his arm, he was immediately pulled down by the bruised flesh and skin, pretending that nothing happened.

"I'm small, I can always touch something to eat—it's Ah Song, if the Sect Leader wants to ask you how you got hurt, don't complain! When my aunt was still there, she said that the big man treats you as a gadget, and you can't bother him. ”

Chu Songluo pursed his lips, his expression was not shocked, but there was a little tenderness in his eyes-as if he mentioned his mother: "My father-in-law is very good to me." ”

The young man wanted to speak and stopped, but finally forced a smile, and before he could speak, he saw two maids in Tsing Yi coming side by side from a distance, so he said, "You should go!" ”

Chu Songluo nodded, and went behind the two of them.

When there was no one around, Weisheng Jiamu turned over and jumped off the tree, far behind Chu Songluo. He thought to himself that he was skilled in martial arts, if he hadn't been incognito, his name would be indispensable on any of the rankings in the rivers and lakes, but he heard a loud and full laugh from a distance, obviously the speaker was a person with deep internal strength.

"My son is coming! Come and show me? ”

He stopped abruptly.

It's not because of fear, because although his internal strength may not be like this, he is confident that he will not be discovered by anyone in the world.

He stopped because the sound was familiar.

"Why are you stopping here?" Ji Yanjian was anxious, "I can hear a ghost here!" ”

Weisheng Jiamu's heart moved, and he silently recorded in his heart that his body and Ji Yanjian were not completely connected, and he had internal strength to hear things, but the other party couldn't hear it.

But he didn't ask about it, but replied, "The master here is not the leader of the Demon Sect. ”

Ji Yanjian sighed, "Hero, are you donkeying me?" They all said 'my son', can they still be the sect leader? ”

Weisheng Jiamu said again, "No, it should be said that he is not just the Demon Sect Master. ”

“…… Ha? ”

Weisheng Jiamu frowned slightly, and he couldn't figure out the joints, and said in a deep voice: "-This person is Feng Hongguang." ”

Ji Yanjian still didn't react, "Hmm...... So? ”

"Feng Hongguang's father's master is also my master." Weisheng Jiamu's face suddenly turned cold, "Taishan Beidou, who is recognized in the righteous path, how can he be the leader of the Demon Sect?" ”

His own family was defeated, and he was struggling among the rivers and lakes of the court, and the temperament of those young alliance masters in the past was all tempered into caution by time. Even if he said that he was too master, he was no longer blindly credulous - thinking of this, he thought of his father again, and felt that there were more doubts and incomprehensible.

According to his investigation, his father is now twenty-seven, and if time flows normally, this winter, "Weisheng Jiamu" will be born. He is the proud disciple of Taishan Beidou, and won the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, it is when the scenery is for a while, and everyone says that he will definitely win the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance - it can be seen that Feng Hongguang is the leader of the demon sect, and no one outside knows.

There were more and more suspicions, Weisheng Jiamu pondered for a while, still felt that there were too few clues, and only secretly determined to investigate the matter, so he put it down for the time being, held his breath and concentrated, and jumped outside the house lightly, leaning against the wall and carefully listening to the conversation inside the house.

Food is silent, and the room is silent in the sound of the occasional clash of dishes and chopsticks. Presumably after the meal was over, in the voice of the maids withdrawing from the dishes, Weisheng Jiamu heard Chu Songluo's words, "Father-in-law, please...... Don't kill those guys. ”

Weisheng Jiamu speculated that during the period when he was distracted, Feng Hongguang had already figured out what was going on with Chu Songluo's injuries, and in a fit of anger, he actually wanted to kill those boys.

"Oh?" Feng Hongguang's tone couldn't hear joy and anger, but he said very flatly, "I have taught you that those who achieve great things must not be soft-hearted." ”

Chu Songluo seemed to be struggling, and replied after a moment, "I'm willing to do it myself." ”

Feng Hongguang's tone sounded more cheerful, "Okay! Worthy of me! But—" his style of painting changed again, "your follower, named Gao Zi'an, since he betrayed you, let's deal with it too." ”

"Father-in-law!"

"Zi'an...... He's not a subordinate, he's a friend. ”

Feng Hongguang said slowly and earnestly, "Have you forgotten how your biological parents died tragically? Neighbors, everyone who has a good relationship with you, what happened that day? - Songluo, I haven't changed your surname, but I just let you remember that people have a destiny, and you ...... Hit the lonely star. He sighed with regret, "If you go near him, you will only cause him trouble." ”

After a long time, Weisheng Jiamu heard Chu Songluo's voice trembling slightly.

"Loose ...... I see. ”

**

Supper was past and it was getting cold and dark.

Chu Songluo sat on the stone steps at the door of his room with his knees crossed, buried his head in his arms, and remained motionless.

There was a cheerful whistle outside the wall of the small courtyard, Chu Songluo looked up, saw someone peeking out of the wall with his head, and waved at him with a smile, "Ah Song!" ”

Weisheng Jiamu vaguely understood what Chu Songluo was going to do, and was more careful to keep his body firmly attached to the tiles in the shadows of the moonlight.

Chu Songluo went to open the door of the small courtyard, but did not get out of the way to let Gao Zi'an in as usual, but asked expressionlessly, "What's the matter?" ”

Gao Zi'an looked at him suspiciously, "I'm here to talk to you!" There was a kind of excitement on the young man's face, "Let me tell you, at dinner today, I secretly wrenched the pants of those bastards while there was no one!" Now they're embarrassed......"

He spoke with great vigour, but Chu Songluo interrupted him with a condensed expression.

"I see."

He paused, coldly glanced Gao Zi'an up and down, and then said coldly and arrogantly expressionlessly: "Gao Zi'an, I am a religious son, but you will be a low-level deacon at most in the future." In the past, I was deceived by you, but now thanks to my father-in-law's order, I understand that you are just tending to be inflammatory, and you are just trying to slap me. ”

"You don't deserve to be my friend."

He took out two heavy ingots of silver from his bosom and stuffed them into Gao Zi'an's arms, who was stunned and motionless.

"In this way, grace will be cut off, and it will never be interacted."

The door was slammed shut, and Chu Songluo slowly inserted the door bolt.

There was no footsteps outside the door, and Chu Songluo inside the door was still expressionless.

His back was still straight, and his eyes were stubborn.

But Weisheng Jiamu understands that the young wolf has finally been injured.

But he didn't move.

Because he knew he shouldn't rush out to comfort him right now.

Because he probably also knew that Gao Zi'an was going to die tonight.

A soft teenager, if his parents and neighbors all died tragically, and only he survived, he was very frightened. Therefore, if someone accuses him of this qiē and answers the countless "whys" in his heart, probably no one will not believe it.

Now, only when Gao Zi'an is also dead, can Feng Hongguang justify himself, and can he force Chu Songluo to rely only on himself and cultivate his loyalty.

Chu Songluo will be hurt even deeper.

That's when he played.

**

Scars are superimposed on scars, and Chu Songluo is becoming the prototype of the "Chu Songluo" that Weisheng Jiamu is familiar with. But Weisheng Kamu is going to tear open his scars, make him bloody and soft and fresh again, so as to directly embrace his hot heart.

Of course, the name of the Demon Sect is not called the Demon Sect, but the Chaoyang Divine Sect. And the sacrificial ceremony of the Chaoyang God Cult happens to be the same day as the Qingming Festival.

Chu Songluo and the others were actually not qualified to enter the ceremony, but the sect leader asked him to come.

Chu Songluo just whispered, "The dead can't die anymore, can't I even go to the tomb?" ”

Feng Hongguang pointed to the four maids beside him and said, "They have taken care of you for so many years, if you can kill them today, naturally no one will stop you." ”

Chu Songluo held the scimitar at his waist and left silently, with his back straight.

He killed these four people, and he was injured himself, and he held on to the mountain wall to the tomb he dug for Gao Zi'an in the deep mountains, but saw a man in white sprinkling and sweeping the tombstone - although it was only a relatively flat stone, it was the words carved by Chu Songluo himself with a knife, "The tomb of his best friend Gao Zi'an".

The man heard the voice and turned to look at him, "Are you here to sweep the grave?" ”

Chu Songluo stared at him and asked, "So, are you here to sweep the tomb?" ”

The man, that is, Weisheng Jiamu, ignored Ji Yanjian's chatter, "Eh, why did you change the preset that you can't speak", and smiled slightly, "I just live in this mountain, and I saw that there is a tomb here, and no one has come when the sun has set, so I just came to take a look." - I'm done answering, what about you? ”

He saw that Chu Songluo's eyes were dark and bright, like a lonely little wolf.

"I'm just here to take a look."

So he said to himself, "I understand—you are the person who erected the monument, the 'best friend' of the owner of this tomb?" ”

"I'm not." The young man lowered his eyes, but his hand gradually clenched, "I am the one who killed him." ”

"If you kill someone, you will come and see the other party's tombstone."

The boy was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice.

"Because I'm going to kill."

Weisheng Jiamu did not answer, and there was a moment of silence in the air.

Suddenly, Chu Songluo was touched on the cheek.

Yet his face was dry and cold, and there was nothing.

"I thought you were crying." The man sighed softly and asked him, "Why didn't you cry?" ”

The boy's hand pressed against the scimitar, and he stepped back vigilantly, answering him in a low voice.

"I said, I'm going to kill someone. A knife, why cry. ”

Weisheng Jiamu easily stopped the current Chu Songluo's movements.

His eyebrows softened, and he crouched down to wrap his arms around the thin and stubborn young man's waist, resting his head on his thin shoulders.

"You're not."

"You're just being hugged too little."

The sun was setting, and the air was dim.

In the silence, there were faintly hot tears falling down his shoulders.

The boy's voice was a little weeping, but it was firm.

"If you don't let go, I'm going to kill you."

He chuckled softly, "In front of me, you can't even draw a knife, how can you kill me?" ”

The boy bit him by the neck, with so much force that it broke through the flesh, and the smell of fresh blood wafted in the air.

"You're going to die."

As he said this, he hugged Weisheng Jiamu with his backhand and cried silently.

**

Chu Songluo was tired of crying, so Weisheng Jiamu took him to a cave he was looking for in the mountains, put him on the stone bed, and was about to get up and leave to deal with the blood stains on his neck, but when he got up, he found that his cuffs were grabbed tightly. He tried to tug twice, but the boy didn't let go.

In his dreams, he was still frowning, missing a few stubbornness, bent sideways, the shape of the spine in the thin body was clearly revealed, and the whole person looked beautiful and fragile, making people want to touch the top of his hair.

Weisheng Jiamu found that it was the first time that he seriously looked at the enemy, but he didn't feel the hatred very much, and an inexplicable thought crossed his chest.

Ji Yanjian's tone was strange in his mind, and his sudden speech interrupted his thoughts: "Okay, hero, you are really amazing, the initial favorability is so high, you can get 10 reward points at once!" ”

Weisheng Jiamu simply didn't leave, but took the opportunity to lie down himself, hugged the boy in his arms, gently patted his back and comforted him, and saw that his brows loosened a little bit, and then asked: "What are the reward points and what are their effects?" ”

"According to the process of your probation demon, the system will automatically make a judgment, so as to exchange for the corresponding reward points." Ji Yanjian explained, "The reward points will be fed back to you, making you more and more beautiful, more and more gentle, etc., anyway, what the devil likes you will be, the more you will look, so as to speed up the pace of reforming the demon, and finally the merit will be completed after the reform." ”

Weisheng Jiamu frowned, vaguely feeling that he had a bad feeling, and only made a note in his heart.

Ji Yanjian then began to ask a series of questions: "Eh, didn't you say that you didn't want to speak?" What's going on? I don't understand your current personality! Don't leave your friends behind, tell me about it? ”

Weisheng Jiamu has actually been jealous of Ji Yanjian and his so-called system in his heart, and half-truths and half-truths are trying to test the requirements and restrictions of "probation", "Chu Songluo was not quite the same as I imagined when he was a child, and his plan naturally had to change; Before, you said that I won't grow old or die until I influence him, so I'd better treat myself as a born master. He smiled slightly, "Next, leave him in this mountain to accompany me, and naturally I can slowly influence him." ”

Unexpectedly, Ji Yanjian suddenly became anxious, "Oh, no, no, no, the little devil still has to go back to the Demon Sect!" ”

Weisheng Jiamu was puzzled in his heart, but he remained silent on the surface, "Why?" ”

"Because, because ......" Ji Yan briefly replied with a sudden clapping of his hands, "Because we have influenced a demon, but the demon cannot play a secondary role in the entire demon sect, then this probation will be useless!" To allow the Adversary to be able to dominate the Demon Cult and indirectly change the entire Demon Cult, huh! ”

Weisheng Jiamu knew that he made up an excuse casually, and the doubts in his heart became heavier and heavier, but on the surface, he looked convinced, but he hesitated and asked, "I can only see him for a short time, the 'initial favorability' is definitely unstable, can I keep him for a few more days, that is, to strengthen his impression of me?" ”