That night, the lights in the temple burned endlessly.

Sang Ling quickly called Hanging Mo, and Ah Ran, who was treating his injuries in the side hall, also joined halfway.

Sang Ling set the goal of the matter, and directly stepped down to be an observer, allowing the three of them to express their opinions and discuss with each other, and drew up a preliminary plan that night.

But this matter is complicated, and it is still a difficult problem to implement the details.

It was only then that everyone reluctantly stopped.

Because it was too late, Sang Ling instructed Green Waist to prepare a supper, use it up together, and then retreat after a few more chats.

When it was ugly, the candle flame had already burned most of it, and the light was even darker.

Sang Ling didn't have the heart to sleep, the green waist had already gone to the side hall twice to ask, Hongyan still hadn't woken up, the bloody aura was too domineering and ferocious, many of her meridians were broken, and even her cultivation had regressed a lot.

In a hurry in front of the defensive array, Sang Ling didn't ask what Hong Yan had experienced after leaving Longnan City, and why the bloody qi that should have been cleared by her demon ancestor's blood had reappeared and become like this.

Unconsciously picked up a pen holder in his hand, knocking again and again, "Da-da-da-" blurred the sound of footsteps closer outside the curtain.

As soon as the curtain moved, a delicate and beautiful face was revealed in the corner of the study, a young man in the daytime.

He was a little at a loss:

"Your Excellency?"

He had just been summoned here, but the maid had arranged him into an inner room, separated from the study by a curtain. His original excitement slowly cooled down and even became cold when he heard the discussion in the study.

Does the Venerable like the strong person, rather than his own kind of silk that is so thin that it can only wrap around the tree?

But he didn't want to do that...... He was captured and bullied by the monks when he was just an adult, and under all kinds of torture, he was embarrassed and humiliated, broke his bones, and fought hard to kill the man and escape from life, not wanting to be caught by the family in the end into the nine-story tower. Surrounded by bloody aura, and hundreds of years of dark captivity, he became almost extinct and unable to cultivate into a great demon.

Da Mao's invitation made him ecstatic before, thinking that his crippled body was still of some use to the demon clan. I don't want to, but the Venerable has refused again and again, and now he understands that only the truly strong can enter the eyes of the Venerable. Like a Dyed Doctor, or Lord Hanging Ink, I'm just useless......

Sang Ling was immersed in what had just happened, and when she came back to her senses, she saw a tear slipping down in her sight and falling into the dust silently.

"You...... Are you crying? ”

The young man quickly raised his face, his sleeve brushing his cheeks indiscriminately, and quickly denied:

"Your Excellency, I didn't cry."

Sang Ling looked at the porcelain white skin around the young man's eyes and knew that the young man was stubborn. didn't continue to ask, only stretched out his hand:

"Come on."

The boy was in disbelief, and the huge surprise was like a white cloud, wrapping him tightly. He didn't know how he got up the stairs, how he held the hand that came from his son. I just felt my heart beating fast, almost jumping out of my throat.

"Your Excellency, I ......"

"It's nothing, I'm just looking at you."

Sang Ling buried her head in checking the young man, that is, Chaolu's meridians, and only casually said in response. After she saw Chaolu, she asked Ah Ran and learned that the qualification of Chaolu's meridians had withered and was difficult to recover. It's just that Chaolu has a stubborn temperament, and he still insists on cultivating every day, but he makes slight progress, and he looks stubborn, tenacious but pitiful.

Sang Ling didn't give up, but still called someone, planning to take a look first. It's just that now Chaolu's pulse is beating too fast, so she can't feel any pulse.

She changed places suspiciously, and probed the other party's dantian in the air, but saw a withered and dried spiritual vein dantian, and the spiritual energy swept by, like water entering the desert, a drop in the bucket, to no avail.

She withdrew her hand, ready to speak. Suddenly, a breath quickly approached, and she quickly retreated. But he didn't want the back of the chair to directly block the way out, so he crossed her with one arm in front of him and buckled her to the chair. In front of him was Chaolu's delicate and beautiful face, breathing intertwined, close at hand.

Sang Ling: ???

The Mirror of Retrospection: "Oh, man. ”

Chaolu bit her lip, and a flush floated all over her face, like a peach blossom in spring.

"Your Excellency...... Actually, I actually do. It's not all because of the persecution of Lord Da Mao, I will definitely be obedient and obedient in the future, and I will never cause trouble. Neither...... It doesn't make you jealous and annoying. ”

Sang Ling: ?!

Retrospective Mirror: "Oh, I'm not going to turn off the shield. Don't worry, the demon ancestors used to have more fun than you, and I'm very skilled in this. ”

"Hey!"

Retrospective Mirror: "The phone you dialed has been turned off, please try again later." ”

Sang Ling: ......

"I shouldn't have reminded you of the spell that blocked me......"

Opposite side.

Chaolu looked at Zunshang's suddenly trance-like eyes, a little puzzled, and slowly got closer to look, but only saw the candle flame reflected in her eyes, as if two crescents had fallen.

"Your Excellency?"

His hand slowly approached, trying to touch the moon that was so close at hand, and he felt his chest tingle and his heart beat faster and faster.

Your Excellency didn't stand in the way?

She agreed?!

His breath paused, and he turned his gaze away from looking at the eyes, but his gaze moved down but touched a little ruddy, small and warped, like a cherry, sweet and vigorous for a bite, he wanted to do that, he did it.

Before Da Mao found him to explain the benefits, he was willing to dedicate himself, he is useless now, he can sacrifice this skin for the demon clan, he is willing. It's just that if the person close to him is respectful, such a beautiful person, he still has a lot of joy in his heart.

He closed his eyes as if he was a little soft, and suddenly the numbness in his chest itched like ants crawling over, turning into a kind of heat that poured into his whole body.

When I opened my eyes, I met a pair of sober eyes. A basin of cold water poured in from the top of his head, and the flame in his heart was extinguished and became embers.

"Your Excellency, you?"

Sang Ling pushed the back of the other party's kissed hand, pushing people away and wanting to get up or quickly end this dangerous action, but Chao Lu's face was as white as frost and suddenly retreated, Sang Ling wanted to reach out to stop it, but Chao Lu was still caught off guard and fell down from the jade steps, and fell down with a bang.

Sang Ling was surprised:

"How's the fall? Painful? Shall I help you up? ”

Chaolu was still half-sitting on the ground, with her head bowed, and she didn't answer.

Sang Ling got up and approached him and said a lot to him like a child, but the other party still didn't react. She held her forehead, she was too sleepy and busy with the mirror of retrospective migration just now, and when she opened her eyes, she saw this young man coming, of course she was frightened and blocked her mouth with her hand, but the other party didn't know what she had misunderstood, and she was sad and frustrated like this.

"You, are you alright?"

She reached out and poked the other man's arm.

Move her arm towards Lu.

Sang Ling saw that there was a reaction, and continued to poke, and Chaolu continued to move.

The two of them poked and moved, and for a while, they heard Chaolu sneer, breaking the dullness.

"Your Excellency, don't make trouble!"

As soon as the words came out, he wanted to bite his tongue, he shouldn't be so disrespectful to His Excellency. The eyes quietly raised, wanting to judge whether the other party was angry, but met a pair of smiling eyes.

Sang Ling blinked and smiled gently:

"You're not angry now, are you?"

Chaolu wanted to say that there were actually some, how much joy there was just now, how disappointed he was when he was blocked. Under the strong emotional ups and downs, he couldn't fool her.

Sang Ling saw that he didn't get up, so he simply sat on the ground with him, and looked at people with one hand:

"Who just said that you will never be jealous or cause trouble, now look at it, tsk, you are still a child who needs to be coaxed."

"I'm not!"

Chaolu suddenly raised his head, and in addition to the thin anger in his eyes, there was also a fierce light that he had seen blood-

He's killed people.

But Sang Ling is not afraid.

Before the young man was imprisoned in the nine-story tower, Da Mao had already told her that Chaolu originally had good qualifications and great demon potential, but he was deliberately captured and raised by the monk's appearance, and he would rather die than obey, so his cultivation qualifications were ruined, but even so, he still killed the wicked man and exchanged for freedom. I didn't want to provoke the bloody anger because of this, so I made all kinds of decisions, and was finally caught by the sect into the nine-story tower and imprisoned here.

She saw her own shadow in him, Lin Ling's body was also very qualified at the beginning, but later because she lost her heart's work, she was delayed in building a foundation, and was ridiculed by the sect and reduced to ten thousand people's suspicions, and the world's ups and downs were tempered in a hundred ways, she never gave up on herself, and even if Chaolu's qualifications were poor to this extent, she was also cultivating every day and never slackened.

She has a feeling of sympathy for him, a little more tolerance and pity, as if she is seeing the other party's thoughts that she has always wanted to be close, and she has no disgust, and she is willing to coax the other party.

It's just that the future she wants to shape for him is not in her harem.

"Chaolu, I called you here today, I didn't want you to do anything, I just checked your qualifications, it's very poor."

Sang Ling looked at Shang Chaolu with a pair of eyes that suddenly lost their light, and continued calmly:

"You have no prospects along the way to cultivation, your dantian is completely destroyed, and you can't cultivate a great demon."

The eyes closed painfully, hiding the despair and bitterness.

Sang Ling didn't hesitate for a moment, but took out a jade slip from the storage bag and handed it over.

"If you can't cultivate, then find another way. This is another way, and if you are willing to give up the past, you can look inside the way and seek a new life. ”

Chaolu's eyes shook suddenly, and they opened quickly.

"Your Excellency?"

The sleeves of her clothes swept in front of her like water, Sang Ling had already gotten up and walked towards the inner room, Yu Jian was quietly in place, she didn't look back:

"If you choose, then study hard, and the spiritual fire of alchemy can go to Da Mao and ask someone to accompany you to find it."

Chao Lu picked up the jade slip and quickly got up, chasing after the slender back in front of him, his eyes burning into flames, like a moth to a fire.

As soon as Sang Ling's steps were blocked, Chaolu was already kneeling in front of him. He stooped down and bowed in thanksgiving, not deliberately showing his hue, as he had done before, but expressing gratitude and respect, almost pressing his waist to the lowest and prostrate himself into dust;

"Your Excellency, no matter what is in the jade slip, no matter how difficult the road is after that, Chaolu is willing to do it!"

Sang Ling sighed slightly, reached out and grabbed his arm, and helped the person up. In the palm of his hand is a delicate handful, so thin that it does not resemble a man's body:

"Chaolu, take a look and see if you like it or not. Although I choose the most suitable one for you, you also want to like it. ”

Chaolu quickly shook his head:

"Your Excellency, I used to think that I was useless, even if I got out of the nine-story tower, I felt that the prison was still in my heart, and it was still pressing on my body. I can't escape, I can't get out. ”

"So you're not going to get rid of that scar on your neck?"

"Yes!" Chaolu's eyes lit up completely, and the scar on his neck at this moment was like a badge:

"I want to use this humiliating scar to remind myself of my stupidity and to keep myself awake. Even if I have poor qualifications and weak health, I still have to cultivate, and I have to persevere! It can't be a puddle of mud, just eat and wait for death, and keep rotting. Now that I have a way out and hope, I am willing to do a hundred or a thousand! ”