The Demon Emperor's current state is unprecedented.

Under normal circumstances, if a person's cultivator or demon cultivator was injured as severely as the Demon Emperor, then they would have died completely long ago. Moreover, the so-called death of the immortals is not the same as the so-called death of the mortals. Death in the minds of the immortals means that the soul has completely dissipated.

Those people behind the scenes as early as tens of thousands of years ago, or even hundreds of thousands of years ago (in fact, the Demon Emperor was not even born at that time, which shows the depth of the scheming of the people behind the scenes), they calculated the heavenly machine, and with the intention of calculating or not, they stepped down from this killing game, and they must have hoped to hit it with one blow.

If there are no variables, the Demon Emperor will definitely die.

However, the avenue is three thousand, and the sky is forty-nine, and one of them is gone.

Bu Qingshan is such a variable.

It was precisely because of the contract with Bu Qingshan at the last moment that the three souls of the Demon Emperor who had begun to escape could be condensed again. His body is still his body, but there are only seven spirits in his body, and he can only act instinctively. Although there was no fear for their lives, the three souls had to leave the body and could not interfere with the actions of the body. In fact, the Demon Emperor is also confused about his current state, and the only thing that can prove it is that he is still alive.

Those who cultivate to a high level are like the head of the family, such as cherishing the flower ancestor, like a hundred feet, they can actually see that there is indeed something wrong with the demon emperor's divine soul. But what the problem is, they can't see through it. Therefore, they can only use common sense to infer that in the case of the Demon Emperor, it may be that one of the three souls has left the body (completely separated from the body, and I don't know where to fly), or it may be that the divine soul has been seriously injured and has chosen to be closed, etc.

But no matter what the case is, Baizu can't count the three souls of his lord to stay by the kitten's side!

"As the Lord does, even if he becomes like this, his fur is the most supple." Baizu's eyes have begun to glow, and the hidden brain powder attribute has also lit up. He couldn't put it down at the kitten's pad, rubbing it, pinching it, but he couldn't stop.

The Demon Emperor's face was completely black, although Baizu seemed to be praising him.

Baizu, Shiyang, and Hanguang, the three who follow the Demon Emperor all the year round, are nominally the Demon Emperor's subordinates and vassals of the Demon Emperor, but in fact, they are the brothers of the Demon Emperor. The Demon Emperor didn't treat them as subordinates. The friendship between them has been tested by a thousand tempers.

To put it mildly, don't look at the bloody storm they later made in the big world, they look very majestic, but when they were young, they were all poor children with no father and no mother. So, these brothers who can be entrusted to their backs are really like family.

Although they all have no father and no mother, the situation of the Demon Emperor and Baizu is very different.

The Demon Emperor knows the identity of his father and mother, and the parents obviously love their children very much. Not to mention anything else, the magic weapon that directly brought the Demon Emperor and his party to the forbidden place of the Demon Gate was left to him by the Demon Emperor's father, and it was made by himself. It's a pity that creation makes people.

Baizu also knows who his parents are, but these parents can't wait not to have given birth to him. When Baizu did not cultivate, he needed to gouge in the garbage like a wild dog. If it weren't for the fact that his vitality was as tenacious as a wild dog, he might not have survived to meet the Demon Emperor.

Until now, Baizu still remembers the scene when he and the Demon Emperor first met.

It was winter, and the snow was falling all over the sky. Hundred-legged half-siblings feasted on a certain Venerable One in the snow. They held their identities, cooked snow and enjoyed plum blossoms, and felt that this snow came appropriately. However, Baizu almost froze to death in this snow.

How old was Baizu at that time?

The child of the demon cultivator was originally different from a normal child, and although Baizu was already a teenager at that time, he looked like he was only four or five years old. He had many wounds on his body, some old and some unhealed. He was hungry and dirty, like a bed bug in the gutter. He has no name, and in the eyes of those people, a lowly person should not have his own name, or even a person who should not live.

Baizu wants a fire to burn this filthy world. Unfortunately, he couldn't.

Although the life of the demon cultivators was difficult, they managed to occupy the worst environment in the Haoqiong World, and their ancestors survived for generations. There are twenty-one cities in Xiaoxizhou, and the hundred-footed cheap old lady is the lord of one of them. In this city, his wife is the absolute authority.

Baizu licked his lips, he felt that he was really going to die, but he definitely didn't want to die.

How can he die before those who wantonly hurt him have not received the fate they deserve?

Baizu didn't want to die at all. In other words, even if he wants to die, he must first find a backer.

"Weiyi, bring that kid here." In the midst of the ice and snow, Baizu heard a voice.

Baizu squinted his eyes, trying to restrain the feeling of dizziness, and looked towards where the voice was coming from. He saw a young man who was white and pure, and his appearance was excellent, and his clothes were excellent. Such a teenager should not have appeared in a dark and dirty alley if he did not have ulterior motives.

Looking at Baizu, who showed a fierce expression like a wild dog, the young man only frowned slightly. Exiting again, his voice was still gentle: "Exclusive little boy, it's freezing this day, how long are you going to stay here?" I'm fine, I can help you. ”

Du is the surname of the hundred-legged biological mother. Hundredfoot raised his head viciously, trying to suppress the discomfort of pain, cold, and hunger. He wanted to say something, disdain, jealousy, but because he hadn't spoken for a long time, he could only moan a little out of his throat. Baizu is disgusted with such a powerless self, he is disgusted with his weakness, and he is disgusted with his inability to resist.

The man named Wei Yi carried a hundred feet and carried him in front of the young man.

The boy held out his hand to Baizu.

Baizu bit the hand viciously.

"But where do you want to go?" Even though his hand was bitten by a hundred feet, the young man still spoke softly and smiled.

Baizu suddenly felt warm all over his body. It was a spell, he knew.

Many people have cast spells on Baizu, and all kinds of spells that are harmless to the monk have made Baizu suffer. That's how those wounds on his body came from. It's the same spell, and this is the first time Baizu feels warm. He subconsciously loosened his teeth.

For a moment, Baizu's heart didn't know what to think. His mind was filled with countless messy information, and for a while he felt the heat surge, his palms were sweaty, and he didn't know where the courage came from, and he blurted out: "Where you go, I will go." ”

I don't know the name or identity of the other person, I don't know if he is an enemy or a friend, I don't know if he is good or bad. But wherever you go, I will follow. Baizu said this so justifiably. Maybe it's because he really lacks warmth in his life, or maybe it's because he sees a kind of kindness in this young man, even if it's so insignificant, with a little bit of kindness to use.

Baizu lives like a wild dog, with the ferocity of a wild dog, and also has the sensitivity of a wild dog. Even a little kindness, he thought, would be enough to get him to follow. Even if the boy wants to use him, at least it affirms his value and makes him feel that he is still alive.

"Hehe......" The boy just laughed.

Baizu looked at him stubbornly.

After looking at it for a long time, the young man said unhurriedly: "The road I want to walk is not accessible to ordinary people." ”

"I'm not an ordinary person, I am, I'm ......" The words were still full of momentum, but gradually weakened, and in the end they were inaudible. Baizu narrowed his eyes, his voice was hoarse like an old woman, and he responded in disappointment: "You're right, I'm nothing......"

A hundred feet is nothing. No one cares about him, no one feels sorry for him, no one looks at him with doting eyes. He lives, but he lives like nothing. Who cares if he's doing well or not? Who is worth all the effort he has to put in? Who loves him?

"You can be nothing, but you have to be yourself." The boy said word by word.

Baizu suddenly raised his head, and saw a pair of beautiful eyes staring straight at him.

The boy sighed first. When he spoke again, his voice was still not loud, and his words were careless, but they carried a demagogic power: "If the road I take fails, I am afraid that there will be a river of blood." But if he wins, he will probably have to shed a river of blood. So ......"

Baizu could hear a chill in the young man's gentle voice. The hairs on his body stood on end.

The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled: "...... So, are you still willing to follow? ”

At that moment, if you want to say a little more windy, it is two teenagers standing quietly in the snow, and the world is full of white. It seemed to be windy, his clothes were lightly raised, and his smile was shallow, so he also tried to raise the corners of his mouth. He held out his hand, he hesitated, then held it tightly.

But in fact, he was not covered by a hundred feet, and his body was no longer enough to support him to continue standing, only a pair of eyes still had some sparkle. Baizu didn't know who the young man in front of him was, but his intuition told him that this was not a bad person, and this was not a good person.

Baizu wanted to escape from that qiē, but the warmth from the boy's hand made him so greedy.

Then I nodded yes. The Lord smiled at that time, and even the snowflakes in the sky seemed to be a little softer because of this. So, my favorite thing right now is a snow day. Baizu hugged the kitten, and together with the kitten, carefully recalled the scene when they first met.

Faced with this kind of description, which was definitely processed by Yan zhòng's art, the Demon Emperor felt ...... It's good to be happy.

The kitten doesn't understand Baizu's words, but that doesn't stop it from frying.

Baizu gently rubbed the kitten and said, "Yes, I was like you at the beginning, and I took a bite of the Lord." ”

By the way, Baizu is not a poor creature. He later killed them all, with cruel methods and a wicked smile.