"Can I keep him for a few more days, that is, to reinforce his impression of me?"

Ji Yanjian's voice became blurred, "That...... Well, I'll go consult. It was a long time before his breathless voice came straight out of his head again, "The boss said that you are allowed to keep him here for a maximum of three days!" ”

**

The next morning, when the light woke up Weisheng Jiamu, he hesitated for a moment, only to realize that he had fallen asleep unconsciously, and the young man in his arms was gone, and he lifted the quilt and sat up, and a scimitar immediately crossed his neck.

Weisheng Jiamu smiled bitterly: "The injury you left yesterday is not healed, why is it not enough today?" ”

The young man took out a token in front of him, and wrote the word "Yu" on it, "Are you from the imperial court?" ”

The token was dangling in front of his eyes with flower spikes, but Weisheng Jiamu felt that he couldn't take his eyes off his bony hands, the cyan veins on his wrists, and the beautiful arcs of his faintly visible forearms, there was a kind of momentum of secretly accumulating strength. He actually has no identity here, but he didn't explain anything, smiled slightly, and asked him rhetorically: "How do you know that this is the token of the imperial court?" ”

Chu Songluo's voice became muffled, "My father-in-law also has it, I've seen it." ”

Weisheng Jiamu recorded in his heart that Feng Hongguang was also related to the imperial court, and he looked innocent on the surface.

"You stole my token."

He said that the token was his, but did not admit his identity - but apparently the little devil had identified him as a member of the court, and the knife against his neck became a little harder.

"-you're leaving?"

Weisheng Jiamu was dumbfounded, thinking that he didn't ask why he was here or why he was here, but only asked him if he was leaving, so he couldn't help but test his answer: "Can't I go?" ”

The token immediately burned in the palm of the young man's hand and turned to ashes, and he turned to Weisheng Jiamu, pursed his lips, and said, "I said I was going to kill you." ”

But he was not alarmed, and reached out to touch the top of his long loose hair—out of an inexplicable psychology. Chu Songluo wanted to hide at the moment, but he couldn't dodge at all, glaring at him with his obsidian-like eyes.

"You haven't even recovered from your injuries, so don't be overwhelmed."

Chu Songluo glared at him with fierce eyes, but Weisheng Jiamu looked back at him with a slight smile.

After a moment, Chu Songluo's shoulders fell, and he turned his head and whispered something.

“……。”

Weisheng Jiamu raised his eyebrows playfully, but still smiled softly like a spring breeze, "What? ”

The little devil looked restrained and unwilling, raised his voice slightly, and said in an awkward commanding tone: "You are not allowed to go." ”

"Why?"

“……。”

The little devil was silent, just lowered his head, the tips of his ears flushed red.

Weisheng Jiamu knew that he already had a slight dependence on himself, and he couldn't force him too much at this time, so he smiled and asked, "-Since you left me here to kill me, why should I stay willingly?" ”

"Because you can't die."

Chu Songluo's words made Weisheng Jiamu stiffen.

But he immediately understood how Chu Songluo made this judgment-

"Yesterday's wound has healed."

Weisheng Jiamu pretended to be very calm for a long time, and asked, "So what?" ”

The little devil replied as he put the strangely shaped and sharp scimitar back into its scabbard.

"Mortals will die and fear death, so they seek eternal life; Since you can't die, what you want is to die. ”

Half of the boy's face was immersed in the morning light and glowed golden, and his eyes were bright, because his voice was still a little hoarse during the voice change period.

However, he was extremely serious.

"I am the only one in the world who can kill you."

"- I can't die until then, so you can't go."

Kagi laughed silently.

"I'll see—"

He smiled with crooked eyebrows, and asked as if he was very inadvertent: "So, what do you ask for when mortals seek immortality?" ”

The sun had risen, and the velvety sunshine on the boy's body had disappeared, and there was a silence and dryness in his eyes that did not fit his age.

"Someone has a genius, calcines it, tempers it, and casts it into a knife. Cherish the love, polish and watch every day - now the knife is about to become. ”

"This man forged a knife only to kill."

"This knife was forged only to kill."

The boy's eyelashes are dark and long, forming a small fan-shaped shadow under the eyes when he lowers his eyes slightly. But he didn't look soft and good-looking, but sharp, cold, like a knife.

"The sword of man, I ...... Just to kill. ”

――What is this feeling?

Weisheng Jiamu was very puzzled for a moment.

Not sympathy, not pity, not hatred, not anger.

It's just a little empty, as if there's a strong wind howling in the chest, rolling up the sound of whimpering.

But he still responded to Chu Songluo's words in a timely manner.

"But would you like to be a knife?"

The boy suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him with some surprise.

The answer to him was the best smile of Weisheng Kamu, soft and warm, just the right amount of ambition to try to get closer, "Do you know what weapon I'm best at?" ”

The boy's gaze fell on the long sword he had placed beside the bed.

Weisheng Kamu's smile deepened by two points, "Why don't I make your sword?" ”

"If you have a sword, it's no longer a knife."

"You shouldn't just be a knife."

Chu Songluo listened, and just raised the corners of his lips very reluctantly, "How do I know how to use a sword." ”

Weisheng Jiamu took his hand and put it on his cheek, and whispered, "I will naturally teach you - there is arrogance in the sword, and the person who holds the sword must wipe it from time to time and polish it diligently, so that the sword will become sharp." ”

He laughed silently and continued.

"One day, when you become so strong that you don't need me anymore, you can kill me."

There won't be that day.

The knife will rust, become brittle, and eventually become a piece of waste from the damp warm water.

Being a good person who has been influenced is not a good thing - especially since Chu Songluo is about to struggle to survive in this demon sect.

Fight your conscience.

Wrestle with the darkness.

Let's touch the smell of blood.

Perpetual self-denial, contradictory struggle.

Always a lovely kid.

On the way to revenge, Weisheng Jiamu is an extremely patient person.

**

Chu Songluo was really raised into a valuable knife.

Because in addition to being gifted in martial arts and far surpassing others, he can't even take care of his own life, and Yan Zòng lacks common sense in life. Weisheng Jiamu couldn't help but wonder if he was such an uncommon thing, if he continued to grow up in the original way, how could he be in charge of a huge Asahi God Cult.

The day after the Qingming Festival, Chu Song fell into Islam. Weisheng Jiamu knelt on the ground and put on his boots, stood up and straightened his shirt for him, before finally asking with a smile, "Am I a qualified servant?" ”

The little devil took the lead on the way down the mountain with a blank face.

Weisheng Jiamu also raised his sword to follow, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes unconsciously smiled.

Ji Yanjian's voice in his mind was lazy, "Ah--I'm finally going back to the Demon Sect~ I can't earn reward points in this mountain for the rest of my life, and the master is about to starve to death!" ”

Weisheng Jiamu's smile then became much cooler, "Haven't I been influencing him for the past two days?" ”

Ji Yanjian was listless, "That's when you rebelled against the little devil and the old devil!" After that, it's really nothing, and if you're so inefficient, we'll both have to finish it sooner or later—"

- Rebellion?

The first time you get bonus points is when he says, "You're just being hugged too little."

The last time was because he said that Chu Songluo shouldn't just be a knife.

But Ji Yanjian's initial explanation of the reward points came from the system's judgment of the "probation" Cheng dù - if "probation" just makes people kind and gentle, then he can get more than just this little reward point.

He vaguely thought of something, but he didn't grasp the thought, frowned, let go for a moment, put this matter down for a while, and caught up with two steps and half a body to follow behind Chu Song.

The boy didn't look back, and suddenly said, "I don't know your name yet." ”

Weisheng Jiamu paused for a moment, and replied with a smile: "Young master, the slave is newly sent in the past few days, you can just call me Wei Jiamu." ”

"Wei Jiamu."

Chu Songluo repeated his name and nodded, very "young master" style.

"You're doing a great job."

After saying this, he suddenly increased his pace, opened the distance, and turned a corner first.

Only then did Weisheng Jiamu react, he was answering his "quite qualified" sentence. He also turned, the back of the young man in front of him was still straight, but Weisheng Jiamu saw a sense of desertion and escape.

He couldn't help but smile, and immediately retracted his smile.

**

When Chu Songluo was eighteen years old, a maid climbed into his bed.

She was drugged and incense again. The woman's body has a plump curve, in exchange for a teenager who still has a little sense of youth, unconsciously being guided step by step to release the instinctive impact and gasp.

At the end of the night, the woman was taken away, and it was not known where she had fled before she was executed.

The sect leader was furious, and let Chu Songluo be whipped without mercy, and reprimanded him for not even being able to identify this medicine, and wasting so much of his cultivation efforts.

Weisheng Jiamu knew that the woman was the famous "Miss Su", no one knew what her name was, only that if she liked someone, she would inevitably have a romantic affair, and the means were surprisingly high, and she had never been caught once. Later, over time, there were people on the rivers and lakes who took "Miss Su took a fancy to me" as a proud talk to show their excellence, but he didn't know that Miss Su had also taken a fancy to Chu Songluo.

Weisheng Jiamu also knew that Feng Hongguang was not angry that the woman had run away, but that he was worried that a knife he had managed to raise would break in Gentle Township.

Chu Song fell in front of the sect leader hall and knelt for a whole day after being whipped before being allowed to return to the room. He didn't feel the pain at all, but remembered how long it had been before he finally hugged a fragrant and soft girl.

Feng Hongguang's anger was what he expected.

Feng Hongguang is the righteous Taishan Beidou on the surface, and the leader of the Demon Sect below, but in fact, he is still a member of the imperial court.

No, to be precise, the imperial court is the imperial court of Feng Hongguang.

He made a living by sucking the luck of the Great Xia Dynasty.

In a sense, Feng Hongguang and Chu Songluo are actually the same kind of existence, but Feng Hongguang's pattern is much smaller.

Feng Hongguang's qiē activities are all to make the emperor sit firmly on the dragon chair; But he couldn't be discovered by the Heavenly Dao that he was stealing the luck of the Great Xia Dynasty, so he could only act indirectly.

The surname of Weisheng Jiamu, from the surname Ji, is a descendant of King Wen of Zhou. Feng Hongguang Guanxing knew that Weisheng Jiamu's father, Weisheng Haocang, although he was a beggar, he had the spirit of an emperor, so he hurriedly accepted him as an apprentice, and devoured his luck while suppressing it, so that the future emperor became a martial arts alliance leader, which was also great. Born with a new emperor star, that is to say, the original emperor was not good, so he killed the previous emperor and replaced it with a new puppet little emperor.

And this Chu Songluo's biological father, with a mere mortal body, actually read the movements of the Emperor Star, so naturally he had to kill him. killed that family, but he found that Chu Songluo was a talented genius, and considering the gradually huge power reputation of Weisheng Haocang, he brought him back to cultivate to balance Weisheng Haocang.

This world is obviously much more advanced than the previous world, and it is compatible with many complex settings, and Ji Yanjian's system is also very interesting.

But Chu Songluo's thoughts were drifting around at the moment, and in the end, he couldn't leave the happiness of opening the meat, and Weisheng Jiamu was giving him medicine on his back at this time, and his fingers touched the skin behind him little by little. Although he didn't feel pain, he still had an itch. Thinking about it, Chu Songluo almost wanted to explode.

At this time, I heard Weisheng Jiamu ask him while taking medicine: "Does it still hurt?" At that time, Chu Songluo suddenly had bad thoughts again, and asked him in a hesitant tone-

"The man...... Did you escape? ”

Weisheng Jiamu suddenly remembered the feeling of the wind whistling in his chest.

Obviously, he was looking at himself, but he felt inexplicably lost in his heart.

He has secrets and malice, and hatred to win the trust of the other party.

Weisheng Jiamu has never thought about loneliness.

――Before hugging Chu Songluo.