On the night of late autumn, the female monarch of the Qingshuang clan, Xiliu, experienced the most difficult moment in her life.

Difficult birth, in order to survive, she had to pay most of her divine power, and her realm fell straight from the peak of the Divine Monarch to the Immortal Monarch.

betrayal, her husband who has loved her for many years is all hypocritical, taking advantage of her difficult birth to seize her power, and killing most of Qingshuang's clan for this purpose, none of her closest relatives were spared.

Desperate, the child who gave birth to with great effort was a waste of cultivation and was born with a lack of knowledge.

Hee-ryu threw the annoying child on the floor in the corner of the house, and did not give him any food or drink for three days and three nights, hoping that it would be best for him to die consciously, lest she do it herself and fall into the notoriety of killing her parents and children.

But the boy just wouldn't die, he let out a weak chirp like a kitten, and he could take the opportunity to grab the corner of her skirt while she checked the situation.

The attendant couldn't bear it, and persuaded: "Female monarch, she is always an immortal fetus, no matter how bad she is, she is much stronger than ordinary monks." You see, it's rare to be able to grab the corner of your skirt at such a young age. You've lost almost everything now, and he's the only chance. ”

Xiliu looked at the child's ignorant and innocent eyes, pondered for a while, and sneered: "That's right, it's also a Tibetan seed, and the eldest son of the current Immortal Emperor can always occupy the position of the crown prince!" I can't be cheap with those sluts! ”

She will do her best to raise him to be a knife against Zangyong.

The child was handsome and smiling, and he would bring his favorite toys and food to Xiliu with his hands, and said sweetly: "It's all for the queen mother, Dusu likes the queen mother the most." ”

Hee-ryu sometimes loves him very much, because he is really likable, but when she thinks that his biological father is a vicious and hypocritical Tibetan Yong, she can't help but hate him.

She threw the treasures he had given him to the ground, smashed them and trampled them, and then forced him to crush and chop up his rabbits, puppies, kittens, and other living creatures.

If he refused, she vigorously shook him in the face, locked him in a dark room, hung him upside down on the edge of the wind and rain platform, and said that she would throw him to the mountains and seas to be smashed into meat sauce.

If he still refuses, throw him into the cage of the monster and let the monster bite him and hold him on the head until he breaks down and cries, becomes incontinent, and even faints.

But the child never wanted to blame her for hating her, and every time she was abused, she would cry and crawl to her, grabbing the corner of her skirt and begging: "Don't want Dusu after the queen mother, Dusu can't live without the queen mother, and Dusu loves the queen mother." ”

At this moment, Hee-ryu would regret it very much, and she would gently coax him to treat him well, but after two days, she began to dislike and hate him again, because his father was Zangyong.

Who will love the son of his enemy? Even if the child was born to her.

She often thinks that if there is no such child, she will not have a difficult birth, she will not lose her divine power, she will be able to protect her relatives and clansmen from harm, and she will always maintain her glory and will not be bullied.

This child was her shame, a constant reminder of her failure and hatred.

She couldn't be wholeheartedly good to him.

Dusu grew up and became sensible, and one day, after abusing him, Xiliu suddenly saw boredom and hatred in his eyes.

That is, on that day, the Immortal Emperor Zangyong had a smart and clever concubine Tang Xuan, this child has a very high cultivation talent, and the mother family is also noble, far more dazzling and favored than Dusu.

In addition to resentment, Xiliu decided to treat Dusu in a different way, that is, to force him to cultivate at all costs, and stuff everything that can obtain power into his body, even if it may leave hidden dangers, explode, and die.

It turned out that Dusu's cultivation talent was too poor, and it was useless to use up all the heavenly and earthly treasures, so she simply broke all the meridians and flesh in his body to reshape.

"The queen mother spares her life, the queen mother spares her life, and my son will never dare to make you angry again...... I will practice well, I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't play, I don't read, I don't compose poetry......"

Dusu cried, blood and tears flowed, he was so painful that he wanted to roll, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, he could only collapse on the ground without dignity, screaming one by one.

"I want a capable son, not a waste. What's the use of cultivating without sleep? If you don't succeed, you die. ”

Xiliu left Dusu there to fend for himself, and ran away to refine Zhuyan Baodan purple and red.

If you lose, you don't lose the battle, she lost to Concubine Fuli in other aspects, and she can't lose her beauty again.

Dusu shouted until his throat was bleeding, so he stopped shouting.

He thought, what is the reason for living?

Especially the immortals, their long lifespan and strong body may be just for the convenience of being able to endure torture in order to pay off the debts of their previous lives.

He may just owe a debt to his parents and have to spend his life paying it off.

The pain was too unbearable, and Dusu could only recall the articles and poems he had studied, recite them word by word, and then ponder to write a new chapter.

Because he was poisoned by an unknown poison in his mother's womb, he was born with damage, but when it came to studying, he seemed very clumsy, and his cultivation was like this, and so was his practice.

He could not compose a good poem even if he racked his brains, and although he could not even read it himself, the pain in his body could be greatly relieved as he meditated on the words.

He enjoyed himself, and he read and read and wept.

He was cold, aching, tired, and hungry, and if only there was a room to shelter him, and someone to love and protect him.

Xiao Bei ran in and said sympathetically: "Your Highness, if you bear with me, I have tried to tell Your Majesty that he will be able to save you soon." ”

"Run away." Dusu hooked his lips and sneered.

All the love and care are fake, his mother Hee-ryu is a knife in the open, and his father Zangyong is a needle in the dark.

On the surface, Zangyong doted on him very much, and gave him a copy of everything good and rare, and often called waiters to ask him about his daily life and diet, and knew everything about him.

But in fact, if you know it well, you should know that he is being abused and tortured at any time; If you really love him and value him, you would have come to the rescue a long time ago, where do you need others to report for help?

On the contrary, it is more dangerous in Zhenbei, but all the waiters who serve him close and sympathize with him will not end well - it is not Xiliu's doing, but Zangyong can't tolerate that he, the "prince", has the slightest connections of his own.

That is, a newcomer like Xiaobei will believe that the Immortal Emperor really loves the "prince".

Xiaobei turned white in fright and fled quickly, but turned around and whispered: "Your Highness, I will not leave you, I will hide away so that I can serve you for a longer time." ”

Dusu was indifferent.

He hated his parents and all of them.

The Immortal Emperor really came, but he didn't come in to visit or rescue his "beloved" eldest son, but stood at the door, talking to Xiliu lightly.

"Fairy queen, even if you are angry, you must have a sense of proportion. Although Zi Meihong can stay beautiful, it is always evil and unright, and it is easy to cause rumors and attacks, which is not good for you, so you should do it yourself. ”

Xiliu sneered: "I just have such a little preference left, and you have to take care of it?" Evil or not? What kind of gentleman are you? poisoned the pills I used, made me miscarry many times, and made me do tricks and feet in the tocolytic pills, causing me to lose my divine power and make Dusu stupid ......"

"You're crazy, jealousy is really dementing! This kind of crazy talk can also be said, and I don't care about you for many years of husband and wife. The Immortal Emperor sighed and interrupted Xiliu's words, quickly disappearing.

From beginning to end, the father never asked "what happened to Dusu", let alone pushed the door to look at his son.

Dusu collapsed on the ground, laughing silently.

Not expected, disliked by all, he decided to die.

He tried everything he could to kill himself, but he was always stopped.

Xiliu pounced on him and tore him, tears flowing, like crazy: "How dare you die!" How dare you die! You have the lives of most of the Qingshuang clan on your body! Hang on to my half-life cultivation! If you haven't paid off your debts, how can you deserve to die! ”

The Immortal Emperor held his hand affectionately and said earnestly: "You can't die, if you die, the major families will have a lot of unpleasant words, which will affect the stability of the Immortal Court, and you have to live well to be filial." ”

This rare unanimous husband and wife are unusually cooperative at this moment, fighting back and forth to prevent him from dying, and asking him to promise not to commit suicide.

When he couldn't bear it anymore and accepted his fate, they took him from head to toe again.

"How to wear this color, it's ugly to death, change it to white, change it all to white! No other colors are allowed in the future! ”

"Don't eat anything outside of the recipe...... What, ate an extra fruit? Spit it out! If you can't spit it out, pour medicine, pick, pick me! ”

Time is like water, which can wear out the will of mountains and rivers, and it is like a sharp blade, cutting people with knives.

Dusu has become a gentle young prince, amiable and cute, obedient to his parents, well-behaved and sensible.

Dusu has become a dark and tyrannical monster, unscrupulous in order to achieve his goals, taking pleasure in abusing the little demon weak, and he is perverted and hideous.

He wants to rebel against all restraints, he wants to destroy everything that is unsatisfactory.

He doesn't know what the meaning of his life is, he doesn't know right or wrong, and he sees the common people like grass.

He wants to drag everyone to hell together, and only hates himself for not being strong enough.

Yes, even if he tastes all the dangerous poisonous things in Cangwu, and all the meridians and flesh of his body are broken and reshaped, the prince of the Immortal Court, Dusu, is always a waste of cultivation, and it is difficult to make an inch of cultivation in his cultivation.

It's not good to live, you can't die, Dusu is full of disgust and hatred for this world, full of anger, and just wants to vent.

Until one day, he was fed up with the torture of parental control, and heard that the Qingshuang clan had recently produced a talented child.

That child's name is Heguang, and he has a companion magic weapon, Qiankun Eye, which can peek into the hidden things of any corner of the Three Realms.

Dusu thought that if he could have the eyes of Qiankun, he could monitor the actions of the Immortal Emperor and the Immortal Queen, and win a respite for himself.

He tried his best to sneak out to intercept Heguang, and the process of snatching Qiankun's eye was very smooth, but unfortunately a female cultivator suddenly came out and directly beat him with a sack and fainted.

In his life, he was tortured by his parents in various ways, but he was never touched by others.

He was angry and hateful, but he didn't dare to speak out, and he endured it for a long time, and he never found out who the bold and reckless female cultivator was.

The days were too difficult, and Dusu was determined to catch the female cultivator and take revenge and go back to have some fun.

So he deliberately abused the little demon many times in the place where he was beaten and light, and set a trap to lure the female cultivator out.

His one hundred and seventh teacher once said that both murder and chivalry will be addicted, and if he is addicted to murder, the nun will inevitably be addicted to chivalry.

Sure enough, he was finally sacked again.

The difference in strength between the two sides was too great, he honestly took five beatings, and on the sixth time, he risked being wiped out, and finally broke the sack and saw the nun's face clearly.

It was not particularly beautiful, but it was heroic, full of vitality, and his eyes were particularly bright, unlike all the immortal women he had ever seen.

The yellow robe on her body is like the sun, dazzling and warm, and like her temperament, bright and bright.

There was no love at first sight, Dusu hated Shuhua very much.

He couldn't see the light in her eyes, and he wanted to blow out her light.

He couldn't see her blood and bravery, and he wanted to break her wings.

He tried every possible way to find fault with her, but she was always convinced again and again.

Dusu fell into despair because he didn't know what to do with Shuhua.

I don't know when it began, dealing with Shuhua became the only joy in his painful life.

As long as he is with her, even if he is scolded and beaten, he can temporarily forget the pain caused by his parents.

He loved being with her, obsessively.

There were all those sparkling qualities in her that he didn't have.

Until one day, he saw Shuhua's sparkling eyes, staring at Lingze Divine Monarch with admiration and adoration.

She bravely ran to Lingze, showed her love passionately and boldly, and after being rejected, left gloomily but decently.

Dusu knew that loving and being loved were like this.

It's a pity that Shuhua's smile is not for him, and her frowning and sighing is not for him, it is all because of Lingze.

Dusu wanted Shuhua to only have him in his eyes, and wanted to be loved and worshiped by her, so he began to rebel against Xiliu, and fought for freedom in all kinds of yang and yin.

He wanted to be the master of himself, and he wanted Shuhua to see him.

He used those stolen time to accompany Shuhua in front of her to make her happy, and accompany her to visit the fairy court at night.

If she was still unhappy, he deliberately bullied a few little demon fairies, giving her a chance to beat him up and get angry.

But Shuhua easily saw through his actions, and she firmly stopped him from doing evil, gently debunked his mistakes, and explained him: "It's not your fault, it's that no one tells you what is right." ”

Dusu broke down and cried, thinking that Shuhua would look down on him, but she just silently stood aside, waited for him to cry, handed over a pot of spirit wine brewed by Mengsheng flowers, drank it with him, and then asked, "Are you better?" ”

"Much better," he said. ”

She clapped her hands, walked away in a chic manner, and dropped a sentence at will: "If you are unhappy in the future, you can find me to drink and fight, but don't bully people again, otherwise I will fight once I see you." ”

In those days, Dusu was a good person for a short time, doing things honestly, cultivating seriously, and never bullying anyone again.

Even if the fairy queen Xiliu asked him to commit murder and fight for power and profit, he tried his best to maintain the bottom line.

Because he doesn't want to be a complete villain, the good times are like sand between his fingers, and the more he tries to hold it, the faster it leaks.

The fairy queen soon found out about this, and despite his best efforts to explain it, she designed to expel Shuhua.

Ling Ze didn't say a word for Shuhua, and he didn't have the slightest intention of retaining.

Dusu is not worth it.

But he is a useless wreck, but he can only watch Shuhua leave gloomily, unable to send or help each other.

He was afraid of bringing her even greater disaster.

For many years after that, Dusu always saw the back of Shuhua struggling away in a dream, and he wept bitterly, hating his incompetence.

He was obedient and cruel to Heeliu, because she threatened him that if he didn't do what she said, Shuhua would die a miserable death.

He always couldn't help but want to abuse the weak, thinking that in this way, Shuhua would be able to show up in time and stop his evil deeds.

His illness was getting worse and worse, and he was both afraid of Shuhua's return and frantically longing for her to come back.

He carved on the wall of the stone chamber of cultivation every day, one a day, and when he reached the thirty-seven thousand Dao, Shuhua returned.

Ling Ze still harmed her after all, he brought Shuhua back to the fairy court and gave her an honorable status, but he refused to give her love.

Ling Ze led Shuhua to stand outside the gate of the Immortal Court, pushed her to the front of the people, and announced that she was his wife, the mistress of the Cloud Palace.

Everyone was jealous of Shuhua, but Dusu saw the tears and sadness in her eyes.

He felt sorry for her for being worthless, and couldn't help but feel delusional again.

He loved her.

She was so precious that if it were given to him, he would fall at her feet, hold her in the palm of his hand, and give her his life and everything.

But she didn't love him, she couldn't see him.

Dusu stood in front of people, but she never looked back once.

His heart ached.

A hundred years have passed, and Shuhua has forgotten his existence.

She has become a rule-abiding Divine Monarch's wife, she lives in seclusion and cultivates frantically, just to be able to be promoted to cultivation as soon as possible and worthy of Lingze.

She is no longer happy, no longer at ease like the wind.

Dusu finally found an opportunity to block her, and asked angrily: "Where is the brave and fierce Shuhua in the past?" ”

Shuhua laughed: "Of course the brave and fierce Shuhua is still there, I want to get Lingze, so I want to make myself stronger." ”

Dusu was desperate, and began to hate her bravery and persistence: "There is no result, Ling Ze is born like this, if he has a personal relationship, he will fall into the devil." You are only the cause and effect and responsibility of his suffering. ”

Shuhua replied calmly: "I know, but the concentric tree is still alive, and I am not dead yet." If you want it, you have to try your best to fight for it, and if you can't get it, I'll leave. ”

She bypassed him and left in a dashing manner: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince concentrate on cultivation, I will take care of myself." ”

He was aggrieved and sad, and shouted in a lost voice: "Don't you ask me how I have lived for more than 100 years?" ”

Shuhua didn't look back, but only replied in a loud voice: "I see that you are very good, your cultivation has improved, and your spirit is also good." ”

"I'm not good, not good at all......" Dusu thought he was shouting loudly, but in fact, he couldn't make a sound at all, just opened and closed his mouth silently like a fish.

Maybe to live to this point is the saddest thing, not worthy of crying, not worthy of being voiced, not worthy of being loved and loved by others, only worthy of hate, only worthy of evil.

Dusu is unwilling, he also wants to be a normal person who loves and is loved.

The fairy queen has always demanded that if he wants to succeed, he must do whatever it takes.

Shuhua also said that if you want it, you should try your best to fight for it.

Since the concentric tree that represented Lingze's mind was still alive, he killed the concentric tree, so that Shuhua could die for Lingze and see him.

But Lingze actually refused to reconcile, and his dead skin was wrapped around Shuhua and did not let go.

Since this is the case, he went crazy and delayed his body in front of the fairy queen until his flesh and blood were blurred and his soul was scattered.

A crazy mother and son, they both know each other's weaknesses too well.

Dusu is the support of the fairy queen, and she is reluctant to let him be the "eldest son" and "prince of the fairy court".

She finally agreed to his request, and the mother and son conspired together to create a great drought in Nanshan Road, and sow discord between Lingze and Shuhua together, and finally forced the couple to fall apart.

But he didn't expect that Shuhua would be brave enough to come to this point, and he was willing to show his body in exchange for rain to save the lives in his hometown.

He didn't expect that all the actions of the fairy queen were just a delaying tactic, and the real purpose was to completely get rid of Shuhua.

His heart was like a knife, angry and painful, but he was proud of Shuhua, which was unique in the entire Cangwu Realm, and no one could compare to her bravery and selflessness.

He didn't deserve her, he hurt her.

The fairy queen locked him in shackles and prevented him from going out, so he forcibly took off a layer of flesh and blood, and fled thousands of miles away to find Lingze for help.

Before Shuhua died, the last thing he looked at was Lingze.

It was Lingze who caught the last trace of her soul.

She never saw him.

He is just an outsider, and he can only stand on the outsider from beginning to end, watching the joys and sorrows, love and hatred of Shuhua and Lingze.

The strong are radiant, the weak are bleak and silent, unworthy to be seen, unworthy to be heard, and not even hate.

A thousand years can change a lot, mountains and rivers will become plains, deserts will become seas, but Dusu is still the prince of waste wood, his cultivation has not increased much, but his delusions about Shuhua are crazy and difficult to control.

He once again threatened with his life, in exchange for the opportunity to be reincarnated in the kingdom of Qiu, and accompanied Shuhua as Murong Hao.

He made a mean and shameless villain, but he received the love and warmth of Shuhua to let her see him.

He looked forward to the future with joy and wanted to grow old with her for the rest of his life.

It's a pity that what is stolen is stolen, Shuhua finally learned all the truth, she didn't give him a chance to mend his ways, she abandoned him like a shoe, and would rather love the crippled and lowly dumb slave, and would rather die than be happy to look at him more.

He couldn't figure it out, why? Why?

Is it just because he's not Lingze?

He used blood as a guide and his soul as a sacrifice, and wanted to ask heaven and earth for an answer, for a trace of mercy.

But the oracle said that it was destined that he would not get her love.

He struggled and tried everything he could, but he never got a look back from Shuhua.

She looked away again, ignoring his presence.

Dusu accepted his fate, he no longer expected to get her love, as long as he could watch her from afar, accompany her, and guard her, it was enough.

Unfortunately, the reason why fate is fate is that it is difficult to change.

Heeliu descended from the sky, with irresistible force, to take everything from him again and tear everything from him.

Shuhua was again afflicted by his weakness and incompetence.

This time, there was no longer Lingze who could help him save her, he could only watch her disappear, and he could only kill himself to atone for his sins and take revenge for the blood debt that could not be escaped.

But he didn't deserve to die.

He is only worthy to be the walking dead, only to be mad and tyrannical.

In that case, let's destroy it together.

Anyway, there is no longer a special thing in the world.

He watched Heeliu's tragic death indifferently, and indifferently put on the robe with the curse of demonic energy given by Zangyong.

He knew that Zangyong intended to connive at his evil, so that one day, he could justifiably get rid of him, the eldest son.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't want to be a good guy anyway.

Good people and good deeds don't mean anything, just look at Shuhua's fate. But the wicked crisscross the three realms and live with heaven and earth.

Lonely and indifferent for six hundred years, he founded the Heaven Destroying Pavilion with hatred, and frantically grabbed the crystals, just to strengthen his own strength, and one day he could kill Zangyong.

He knew that there was a huge difference in power between him and Zangyong, but it didn't matter, they could die together.

Anyway, being alive can only bring him pain, and the rise and fall of the Three Realms has no meaning for him.

But things in the world are really hard to predict.

A half-demon, and a strange dryad, is actually transformed by Shuhua!

And he almost killed her several times!

The already dead heart was resurrected again, and he couldn't help but regenerate his delusions, wanting to be with Shuhua for a long time.

He didn't want her to know the truth about her death, he didn't want her to know that he would only bring her misery.

He knew she was lying to him, he knew she was taking advantage of him, but he was willing to bear it, just for her one gaze, one smile, and those false tenderness and fleeting companionship.

Even if it's fake, he can give it his all for it.

He misses her, wants her to see him and remember him.

Every day and night, he pleaded with all the gods, past and future, to bless him with Shuhua.

I only want this life, and I don't have to go into reincarnation.

Every day and night, he was quietly saying to the darkness: "Xiaoshu, look at me! ”

Look back at me, even if it's a glance.

Look at my heart, look at my love, I know that my madness is not normal, but I can't control my obsession and greed.

Finally, he had the opportunity to stand on a high place and shout: "Xiaoshu, look at me!" ”

It's a pity that it was only shouted three times.

The last time he shouted like this, he finally got her to look back for the first time in her life.

This time, there was real him and pity in her eyes.

He wanted to use his last strength to get rid of Cheng Qi for her, so that she would always remember his goodness, but he let her see the jokes and the worst appearance.

He was shattered to slag, flesh and blood flying, weak and miserable.

When his soul dissipated, he thought sadly, with such an ugly and disgusting appearance, it was better for Xiaoshu to forget him.

Because I went to BJ Lu Xun Academy of Literature, it took a long time, and I was settling down during this period, so the second extra time was a little longer. It's another big fat fan, and the next one to write the male and female protagonists will not drag on for too long this time.