Song Jing lowered his eyes and looked at the woman covered in blood, even if she was embarrassed, there was a sad and clean look between her slightly frowning eyebrows.

He stared at her motionlessly, refusing to look away even an inch.

In the entire Fancheng, the obsession and hatred of hundreds of thousands of people are tormenting him day and night. Especially in the blood cocoon of Fancheng, his body was crushed and rebuilt inch by inch, and countless evil thoughts continued to breed, like countless evil ghosts in the mire eating away at his consciousness.

Devouring the last bit of his humanity and making him a mindless killing machine.

A person like her must not know the taste of the kind of thoughts that are involuntarily full of resentment and distorted and vicious thoughts all the time. Such uncontrolled evil is like rotting in the bones, and there is no light from the inside out.

But he still begs for her......

Even if she looked at him like a maggot, like a sludge, like carrion.

She didn't know how much a clean and kind person like her wanted to pull her down, and how much she wanted her to pull him out of the mud.

But they were people of two worlds, and she never looked down at her.

What she likes is Xie Yu.

The memories of his joy that he almost fainted in the past turned out to be his inner demons from beginning to end...... What is looking for cold jade for him, entering Jingshan, fighting dragons, and what is good for accompanying him day and night, all of them are fake.

Fake!

He was so pathetic that he lied to himself, she had been kind to him, she had liked people like him.

Blood dripped from his palms, sticky and scarlet, staining his otherwise dark clothes, but not visible.

Fu Wan was woken up by the terrible howling of evil ghosts, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a thick black resentment floating around her. She was a little nervous, and in a blink of an eye, she saw Song Jing, his eyes were scarlet, and his pale face was full of forbearance and pain.

"Ah Jing?" Fu Wan hurriedly shook him.

Song Jing opened his eyes, "Master." ”

Fu Wan's heart was a little relieved, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Song Jing's expression was a little stunned, "It doesn't hurt." ”

How could it not hurt, those evil thoughts and resentments were devouring his consciousness all the time, tearing his soul. But...... It's been a long time, like it's all meant to be.

Fu Wan turned his head to look at the strong resentment around him, and he could hear many incitement words in his ears.

She raised her face to look at Song Jing, "It must be painful." ”

The young man's scarlet eyes looked at her blankly, and he saw Fu Wan bend a smile that seemed to be about to cry, "Ah Jing, I said I liked Xie Yu before, and I was fake." ”

Song Jing patiently waited for her to finish speaking, and nodded gently, "Okay." ”

He bent down and took Fu into his arms.

Fu Wan saw that he didn't question at all, and wanted to ask, but he couldn't ask.

There is reincarnation in all shemales and fairies.

Devil doesn't.

The demon god is a natural god who entered the demon in ancient times, and has since existed in the world as a demon god. There is no reincarnation of demons, and when there is no body to attach to, they will turn into demonic breath and scatter in the world, just waiting for an opportunity to refine a body.

Song Jingwei was taken away by the demon cultivator when he was born, and although he was removed from the demonic qi after that, he became a stillborn. It was the demon god's demon breath that entered the body and became the later Cui Jing.

So he was born full of evil thoughts and resentment, and he was uncontrollable.

But the demon god was a god in the end, so he also left a chance for Song Jing to maintain his consciousness.

Seeing him act like this and recognizing her, Fu Wan knew that Song Jing had not completely lost his sense of self. It's just that...... The illusion in Sumeru's illusion, he seems to have broken through it, otherwise how could he still be so close to her?

Fu Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah Jing, where is this?" Fu Wan asked in a low voice.

Song Jing was still staring at her intently, thought about it at this time, and replied, "It's a cave, in Xuancheng." ”

Fu Wan was in pain all over, looked at Song Jing's calm appearance, and took his hand, "Do you remember the things in the Sumeru Illusion?" ”

Song Jing didn't speak, her scarlet eyes stared at her, focused and serious.

Fu Wan reluctantly raised his hand and put it on his forehead, "The ones in the Sumeru Illusion are all fake." ”

"All the illusions in Sumeru are fake...... he repeated, and the wind blew around him again, and the thick demonic qi and resentment shouted one after another, Song Jing stared at Fu Wan, and suddenly bent down.

Fu Wan didn't know why.

His left hand rested between the back of Fu Wan's head and the stone wall, and his right hand was tightly clasped with the ten fingers of her right hand, imprisoning her between square inches. Song Jing looked at her motionlessly, his forehead pressed against hers, and his scarlet eyes slowly darkened.

The clamor of resentment around him gradually died down, and his expression finally became normal.

Fu Wan was finally relieved, "You ......"

Before she could finish speaking, the young man's slightly cool lips covered her, blocking back what she was about to say. Fu Wan slowly closed his eyes and tried to respond to him, his body stiffened suddenly, and then kissed Fu Wan breathlessly.

The two of them were very tight, their long hair and clothes overlapped, and the atmosphere became ambiguous.

But after the kiss, Song Jing let go of Fu Wan and just held his chin to look at her.

Fu Wan realized that from the time she woke up to the present, his eyes had never left her for a moment.

Song Jing is very wrong...... Strictly speaking, something had been wrong since he came to save her. But he pretended to be calm, so she didn't notice anything was wrong.

"Ah Jing?" Fu Wan stretched out his hand and wanted to shake it in front of his eyes.

Song Jing reached out to hold Fu Wan's hand and said in a low voice, "...... Is this also my hallucination? Master? ”

Fu Wan was stunned, "What do you mean to hallucinate?" ”

Song Jing twisted his eyebrows and looked at her, the hallucinations were all born from the heart, and the master who generated the hallucinations would not ask such a thing. But...... The teachers who were good to him in his memory were all demons, and the real masters didn't bother to look at him at all.

…… He just looked at him lightly and disdained to look at him more, and the teacher he loved in his heart was the master of others.

"Master...... I'm ......" Song Jing watched Fu Wan's eyes gradually turn red, and the resentment around him shouted wildly.

Fu Wan could vaguely hear what those resentments were shouting about.

"Kill her ......"

"She likes Xie Yu......"

"You regard her as a god and Buddha, and she doesn't look down on you at all!"

"Kill her and Xie Yu!"

"Kill her! She doesn't like you!! ”

"Do you have the face to see her now? Kill her...... She doesn't like you anyway! ”

"She's going to disgust you!"

……

These resentments were a very small part of the demonic energy in his body, and with Rao beside him, Fu Wan could hear so many noisy and incendiary words. He himself, on the other hand, can be influenced by these grievances, which will always eat away at his personal consciousness in a silent way.

So the demon god has always been a monster who only knows how to kill.

No normal person can withstand such a strong resentment.

Audible guidance can be recognized, but silent guidance is difficult for even oneself to realize.

It will make you agree with what the resentment tells you from the depths of your heart, and it will make your judgment betray you.

Fu Wan figured this out, and his expression gradually became firm.

She slowly approached Song Jing, wrapped her arms around his slightly trembling body, put his hand on her heart, and whispered in his ear: "Ah Jing, believe me." ”