The honeysuckle in the yard is blooming, full of vine trellises, golden flowers and silver stamens, and clusters of green vines.

The man in front of the door had a handsome face, a delicate and gorgeous robe, and was looking down at the small blooming flower.

This is the little young master in the Protector General's Mansion, the proud son of heaven born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He has been smart and clever since childhood, can write poetry at the age of five, and is proficient in literature and law at the age of eight. Everyone said that he was a young talent, not to mention that he also had a good skin, a gentle temperament, and a kind and kind person. No matter how you look at it, God is particularly partial to him.

Hairpin Star became the little master of the Yang family.

In countless reincarnations, she has understood that no matter how prosperous and glamorous the beginning, in the end, she cannot escape the bitter fruit of fate. People in the world live in the red dust, they have to go through the pain of parting life and death, in this life she is well-dressed and carefree, and she may not be able to get good results in the end.

The wife of the Yang family is affectionate and very affectionate, and she is an old man, but she has only one son, Hairpin Xing. When Hairpin Star was ten years old, he encountered mountain bandits on the road, and the whole family of the merchant was killed, leaving only an eight-year-old child to escape from death. Hairpin Xing brought the child back to the house, and the Yang family adopted the child and renamed him Zifeng.

Hairpin Star loves Zifeng very much.

He has no brothers and sisters, he grew up alone, suddenly got a playmate, and pity this child for his miserable background, and always took special care of him. If you get something delicious, you will inevitably give half to Zifeng, and if you get something fun, you will always play with Zifeng. Although he is not a biological brother, he is better than a biological brother. The Yang family and his wife have a gentle temperament, and they also treat Zifeng as their own.

Zifeng also loves to stick to hairpins. When he was a child, he suffered the tragic death of his parents in front of his eyes, he was weak and timid, and when he first came to Yang's Mansion, he had to sleep with the hairpin every night. Often awakened by nightmares at night, it is also the hairpin's patience and relief, the brothers care for each other, and the days seem to be so gentle forever.

"Big brother," the young Zifeng looked up at him, "If only Big Brother could be so good to me forever." ”

Hairpin touched his head and said with a smile: "Of course, you and I are brothers." ”

Hairpin never doubted the brotherhood between them, he went on the first expedition with his father when he was young, and he couldn't understand the enemy's situation, and he suffered a defeat, and the people of the city laughed at him behind his back. Zifeng, who has always been weak, fought with the big man for the first time, and when he came back, his face was beaten and his face was bruised and swollen, and he said stiffly: "Who let them call me big brother!" ”

Hairpin laughed, and his previous frustration was dispelled a little: "You are brave." ”

He never doubted Zifeng's affection for the Yang family and his wife, Mrs. Yang had a cough for many years, and Zifeng personally went up the mountain to pick herbs and medicines and boil medicine for Mrs. Yang. When he went on the expedition, Zifeng took care of the second elder of the Yang family.

When he was in danger, Zifeng supported him silently behind his back, and when his career was not going well, it was Zifeng who brought wine to comfort him.

Unconsciously, he became more and more prominent and famous, and Zifeng also grew from a weak boy to a handsome young man. Hairpin Xing married a wife and had children, his wife is a young lady of the Wenchen family, gentle and courteous, beautiful and captivating, and the young son is smart and smart, well-behaved and sensible.

Heaven's preference for him seems to end here.

Another expedition, the enemy seems to have known his military defense layout, all the way to the raid, he lost the battle and returned to Beijing to ask for guilt, just returned to Beijing, I heard the news that someone gave evidence that the Yang family collaborated with the enemy and treason.

The witness is none other than Zifeng.

The young man who was always soft and weak, smiling and following behind him, like a jackal who had taken off his mask, his eyes were undisguised with bitterness and resentment towards himself, he stood on the Jinluan Palace, one by one presented the trumped-up incriminating evidence, and swore that the Yang Mansion had been unfaithful for many years. At that moment, Hairpin Xing understood that perhaps the years of intimacy and friendship were all illusions.

The officers and soldiers raided the Yang family's mansion, and their elderly parents were weak and could not bear the strict criminal law, and died in prison. And his beautiful and gentle wife was brought into the private house by Zifeng in the name of interrogation, and was occupied and tortured. The wife couldn't stand such an insult and committed suicide by throwing herself into the lake while others were unprepared. When he got the news in prison, he felt devastated and depressed.

The lights were dim, and the dark prison was shattered by the sound of human footsteps. The young man stood in front of the prison and looked at him with a triumphant and rampant gaze, as if the plan he had endured for many years had gone smoothly, and he couldn't wait to show off the results.

The hairpin asked, "Why?" ”

"Why?" Zifeng looked at him, as if he was thinking seriously, and then, he smiled slowly, then stepped forward, stared at Hairpin Star's eyes, and said viciously: "Because I hate you." ”

"I hate your high-minded charity, your self-righteous gifts. I hate your sympathy and pity, I hate your coyness, it's disgusting. ”

Hairpin couldn't help but interrupt him loudly: "But the Yang family has never treated you badly!" ”

"So what?" Zifeng smiled disdainfully: "You want the reputation of a good person, but you can also see if others are willing to be beggars." He stared at the hairpin, his eyes quenched with jealousy: "Why are you a world-famous talented major general, but I want to be a foil weed by your side?" Why can you marry a lady from an official family who is all over the country, but I can only choose a talented daughter with an ordinary family background? Since you keep saying that you want to treat everyone equally, why don't you have what I have? It was you who were hypocrites first! ”

Hairpin took a step back, only to feel a dizziness: "Why do you think like that?" ”

Zifeng has a weak temperament and mediocre learning, his father didn't intend to let him enter the official career, but his articles are average, his martial arts are mediocre, and they have seen him and the daughter of the Xiucai family talking and laughing, and they thought that they were in love......

"If you have any grievances, you can speak up, and everything can be discussed, why do you want to frame us—"

"Not necessarily." Zifeng played with the letter in his hand, and the corner of his lips smiled: "I have been small in the Yang family for so many years, just for today." Big brother, now your wife is mine, your mansion is mine, and your Yang family's merits will also be mine in the future. Since you are accustomed to being a good person, why don't you send the Buddha to the West and give me everything you have. ”

What did the hairpin realize it: "What do you want to do?" ”

"What do I want to do?" He muttered to himself, his delicate face was like a ghost under the dim light of the prison, obviously a face that got along day and night, but now it was terrifyingly unfamiliar.

Even more terrifying than that were the words he blurted out.

He said: "Your Majesty is old, and he has offered a large reward for the secret recipe for immortality. Zifeng looked at the hairpin, and the smile in his eyes was weird: "I need the blood of Shenzhi to refine it into an elixir......"

"The virtuous nephew has been smart since he was a child, and he is the reincarnation of Shenzhi......

"Yang Zifeng!" The hairpin star's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed to the iron fence in an instant, and said hoarsely: "You are crazy, he is still just a child!" ”

"So what?" Zifeng smiled gloomily: "Child, I don't want to let it go either." ”

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.