From the first time I saw him, he was still a little one, and the tears never stopped, and he couldn't extricate himself from the discomfort and distress.

Jiu'er didn't know what it would take to reach the stage of incarnation, and he didn't know how to be guarded, vigilant, and hard working in the cultivation realm where human life was like ants, so that he could be on top of people and be worshiped and admired by people.

The road to becoming a king will inevitably pile up countless corpses and bones.

How did he survive when he was helpless, afraid, hopeless, and regretful.

In today's era when a small setback can crush people, when she was trapped by love in her previous life and did not look like a person, Song Jue experienced the difficulties of nine deaths and a lifetime.

He survived, and lived to a height of admiration in a world where there was no care and love, only murder and calculation.

My heart hurts, as if a hand is clenched tightly, suffocating and uncomfortable.

The illusion ended unconsciously, but Jiu'er was trapped in her own world and couldn't wake up, Song Jue tried to wake people up, but in vain.

As a last resort, he could only hold the person in his arms, carefully comforting him, and the light energy penetrated into Jiu'er's body without hesitation, and she curled up in Song Jue's arms, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"That Han... I couldn't strangle her. “

"Those who bullied you should all be killed."

"They're all bad people, only your father is good to you."

"Your father died, are you very uncomfortable and regretful..."

"In your eyes, there is despair, you are unhappy."

Her tears fell quietly, to the point where she couldn't help but sob, and a drop of tears gathered, wetting the pillow, clothes, and dripping directly into Song Jue's heart, burning hot hands.

Maybe the slightest bit of good luck in life is just to meet her.

Song Jue thought.

At least now, he can be relieved of everything, as long as he has her by his side.

He gently kissed the salty tears, his eyes were full of the tenderness of drowning people, and his tone was soft, "Jiu'er is good, don't cry..."

The slowly transmitted energy source blocked the picture scroll in the sea of Jiu'er Consciousness and landed in an inconspicuous corner, Song Jue's residual consciousness only made her think that she already knew, and she had a vague concept in her mind, but she would not know what she knew until the blockade was lifted.

Perhaps the blockade worked, Jiu'er stopped crying and slept peacefully in his arms.

Song Jue breathed a sigh of relief, got up gently, stood in front of the window with his upper body, and took a pack of cigarettes at the table.

Song Jue ordered one, frowning at first, and then became more and more calm.

The love of cigarettes may be the nature of men, and they can find the state of smokers for a few years without deliberately learning it, and it is becoming more and more natural.

Jiu'er has a saying that is very right, regret it.

If the rejection of the demon clan was not so deep, and the expectation of the Han clan was not so strong, he would definitely be able to feel his father's deep but strong love for him at the very beginning, and he could also perceive the terms that his father should have given to him for almost betrayal of the country and glory, if he directly became a demon and practiced the exercises, the foundation of the demon clan would not be destroyed so completely, and his father would not die...

But all this, just if. 1

The flickering firelight flickered in the night, and Song Jue's eyes were a little mocking.

What he regretted most was not being able to repay even a smile on the only person who devoted himself to him.

He is no longer an immature teenager, but every time he thinks about it, he is extremely melancholy.

The smoke only burned quietly to the end, a little hot, and broke his thoughts, unlike the reaction of normal people who shake it off once it is hot, Song Jue just lowered his head and watched, the negligible pain was not enough to make him mess up.

The energy is like a wisp of smoke, wrapping around the smoke and melting it into ashes with a quick step.

He pursed his lips, returned to the bed again and hugged the person in his arms, sniffing the incense, and the bad things in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he had a good night's sleep.

Cultivating immortals has no years, for Song Jue, who has been in retreat for hundreds of years, this kind of life law of rising and sunset makes him have a kind of satisfaction of stealing half a day of leisure, he is not a person who can easily fall asleep, but it is rare that he can't get up.

Imprinted a kiss on his forehead, got up and dressed, and helped Jiu'er prepare his clothes, the cool summer silk light gauze top was hooked by an unknown ornament on another sundress, Song Jue was stunned, stretched out his hand and pulled it, to no avail.

When the night came, what I saw was Song Jue who was competing with the lady's sundress, and I didn't know how to react for a while, Song Jue had already opened his eyes, glanced at it and put away the clothes, and said calmly, "Go to the living room." ”

Xingye was not stupid enough to enter the bedroom directly from the window, the little master slept there, and the master would never allow it to enter the house at this time.

I want to live and die together with the king back then, but now...

Ay...

"Is her location accurate?"

Xingye's thoughts were flickering, Song Jue had already gone straight to the topic, fortunately, as Song Jue's most tacit spirit animal, Xingye's reaction speed was amazing, and he said with a correct attitude at the moment, "Fake, the same breath, I can feel it in nearly twenty areas, but master, how could Wanyan become a soul messenger, doesn't her mean that she is not a human being?" ”

Song Jue's eyes were faint, "Death and non-human, you always have to choose one between the two." ”

Xingye was noncommittal, and sighed in a low voice, "Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger." ”

Anyway, he is also one of them, who knows that he is facing the cold-blooded and cold-hearted master of his family, and in an instant, he heard Song Jue ask seriously, "She is really my acceptance?" ”

There are countless sects and worlds in the world to please him, and I don't know where to learn the rules during that time, knowing that there are still three thousand beauties in the harem in the mortal world, many monks have followed suit, knowing that his harem is scarce, and everyone seems to have to stuff women for him as if they have made an appointment.

The beauty of the Han clan back then was well known, and the king of the demon clan naturally looked good, and Song Jue's appearance can be imagined.

He is difficult for people to surpass, there is a shadow of the Han clan that is almost in the bone marrow, will he be to those who are not as good as him? And is the woman who is inherently excluded interested?

No way.

It is already kind for him to keep this group of people to eat and drink well, and not to suffer from displacement.

Xingye nodded, "Wanyan's length is higher than that of the Han clan, as a rare heavenly spirit root, I remember it very clearly, otherwise I wouldn't have been targeted by Lian Minghan later." ”

"If she retreats, I'll send her back, and otherwise... Kill. ”

Xingye hummed, and then looked up again, "Send her back?" Does the host mean that he will not go back? ”

Xingye said too quickly, and the words fell to be annoyed, this sentence lowered the indoor temperature by a few degrees, and it is a topic that makes the owner instantly irritable, and there is no one.

Xingye remedied it in time" Wanyan didn't do anything for the time being, but one thing can be believed, with the degree of her targeting of the little master, she would definitely do it when the master was thundered, they were all people of the same world, and they knew the major weaknesses of our cultivation. ”

Song Jue knew it well, he never fought a battle that he was not sure of, he just reminded him to stop at night, and when he thought of something, he said worriedly, "The master and the little master have been..."

"Huh?" 2

With a faint tone and a sharp eyebrow, Xingye swallowed his saliva, "Are you reconciled?" It said something it shouldn't have said, for fear of helping the two of them to have any conflict.

"I've already told her, but I've blocked it for now."

"It's okay to blockade, after all, it can't explain the master's cultivation realm, and what will happen when you reach the boundary."

Song Jue nodded, boiled some porridge, and talked about the arrangements and precautions when the thunder tribulation arrived, then listened to the sound of the door opening, looked up, and sure enough, it was Jiu'er who was standing by the fence with a pair of red and confused sleepy eyes and looked at him with two waves of his hand.

Song Jue's expressionless face turned soft, "Wash up, come down and eat." ”

Jiu'er hummed, rubbed her eyes with the weirdness in her heart, the sourness was even worse, looking at the obvious crying in the mirror, but she couldn't remember what happened.

"What the hell..."

Quickly washed up and dressed neatly, Jiu'er hurriedly walked out of the bedroom, she became more and more sleepy, every time she woke up in the afternoon, what kind of zombies would she fight if she continued like this, she slept to death!

The stomach sang the empty city plan early, as if he hadn't eaten for a week, and he didn't bother to talk after going downstairs, saying that he drank two bowls of porridge at the bottom first, and ate two steamed buns before it was counted.

"When you get up in the future, you will call me."

Song Jue took a sip of porridge slowly, the man's fingers holding the spoon were slender and elegant, and he ate a bowl of porridge out of the height of the international feast, glanced at her, and said seriously, "Why are you getting up so early?" ”

Hehe...

He's going to keep her in ruins...

"I'll get up and cook for you, I don't just know how to cook porridge, there are many others, and the cooking is delicious."

She's not really blowing.

"Don't want porridge?" Song Jue frowned, thinking about other foods in his heart.

"I didn't mean that, I just said I could do it."

Xingye, an elf who doesn't have a strong sense of existence, realized that he couldn't get into it, and looked at his master in confusion or frowned or chuckled, and it was presented on his face.

Where is the master of his family cold-blooded and cold-hearted, but the other party is not Ji Jiu'er.

'Boom' A thunderclap was particularly deafening in the silence, Jiu'er was stunned, got up and ran to the window, Song Jue's indifferent eyes suddenly turned into a deep one, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Here it comes.

"The clouds have been so heavy these days, it turns out that it is going to rain."

Born with a vision, every time it brings disaster, Jiu'er brows slightly while holding on to the window.

There are so many tests of nature, how long can human beings survive the enemy?

Just thinking of this, I felt that my palm was hot, Song Jue held her hand and turned around and left, "Take you to a place." ”

Jiu'er looked confused, Song Jue's pace was extremely fast, and there were bursts of roaring sound in his ears, and when he stood on the rooftop and stood between heaven and earth, the lightning and thunder seemed to be extremely wanton and arrogant, as if he wanted to break through the sky and destroy this world.

Under that roar and a halo of light, the existence of Xingye was particularly precarious, as if the wind could crush it.

Facing the roar of thunder, Jiu'er was not afraid, but felt cordial because of his own attributes, and asked instead, "It's raining soon, what are we doing here." ”