For example, snake cultivators have two major talents, one is poisonous, and the other is the power of strangulation, once the opponent knows that the other party is a snake demon, he also knows that he should be careful of poisoning and strangulation in the fight. Wouldn't this be the door of life being mastered?

Therefore, monsters are the most taboo for others to know their true bodies, usually the best friends will not tell each other the truth, every immortal cultivator has lived for at least one or two hundred years, and has far more experience than mortal, and has long understood that "there are no eternal friends, and there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests", but for some reason, the demon lord frankly told his true body to Xifu, and even he himself couldn't understand why he did this.

"Why do you want to tell me who you really are? I didn't ask you that. Xifu was also very surprised.

"I don't know. "The demon lord is always so frank that it is terrible, and he is too lazy to bend around.

Xifu was silent for more than a dozen breaths before he whispered again, "Thank you!" After saying these two words, he lowered his head and twisted the corners of his clothes. It seems that she is more defensive of him than he is of her, is she too guarded.

"Where did Xie come from?" When the demon lord asked this question, for some reason, his heart suddenly accelerated, as if he was looking forward to something, this feeling was very foreign to him, he had never experienced it.

"I don't know. Xifu didn't know why she answered like this, she also answered from the heart, she really didn't know what she thanked him.

Isn't it that after getting along for a long time, even the habit of speaking has been affected by him?

"If you don't worry about it, some minds will come faster than your brain, so it's common sense that you can't grasp it for a while. The demon lord said that, he stretched out his hand to the top of Xifu's head and stroked it.

Since this girl embarked on the path of immortals, her hair has not only become black and smooth, but also exudes a black luster, which makes her complexion more and more white, in fact, her complexion has really become white, even with a magnifying glass, she can't find a pore, this is the additional benefit that cultivating immortals brings.

For some reason, this time Xifu did not subconsciously avoid it, but felt a strange sensation coming from the wide palm of his head when he stroked it, which made her feel as if it should have been, his hand, her head, as if it was born to be so intimate.

The subtlety of the human heart, even the great demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years can not be seen, then it is good to conform to nature, and the cultivation of immortals is the Tao of nature, that is, to learn from nature, is to respect the development of things themselves, why bother to investigate the cause and effect behind it.

If there was a third person present, it must be strange that the two men were acting, judging by the gesture of reaching out and touching their heads, the two should be very intimate, and their bodies remained arm's length apart, and they did not lean together.

Judging from the expressions of the two of them, the man's eyes were curious, and there was no pity, as if he was seriously experiencing the feeling of stroking other people's hair, just like a little boy who ate candy for the first time, and was reluctant to swallow it in one bite, but tried to taste the feeling. There was another sense of unreal surprise – wow, I really got the candy, there was a sense of unreality.

The girl, on the other hand, remained in a meditative posture, sitting upright, not moving, as if she was afraid that if she moved, the scene in front of her would disappear.

I don't know how long time has passed, but the scene in front of Xifu has changed, no longer in the prison of Berao County, but in a gloomy house, outside the house is a dripping rain, and inside the house is a dripping dripping rain.

On the bed lay a thin little boy, with a small body, a large head, and a face as gray and white as a dead man, if it weren't for the heaving of his chest, Xifu really thought it was a corpse.

A little girl of eight or nine years old sat on the edge of the bed, her little feet still out of reach. He was dressed in gray-green patches, and his eyes were dark and large, but hollow and devoid.

Xifu had an inexplicable familiarity with the girl, as if she had seen it somewhere, but she was sure that she had never seen such a girl. She walked over and walked over to the girl, who did not react to her arrival, and Xifu shook her hand in front of her eyes, but she still did not react, as if Xifu did not exist.

Xifu reached out to touch the girl's face, but didn't touch anything, and saw that his hand went directly through the girl's face. Xifu was a little panicked at this time, and he didn't know what was going on.

Suddenly the doorway went dark, and a slender figure flashed out, it was a man, drenched and his face covered with rain.

As soon as the man entered the house, he squeezed the girl to give her a smiley face. It was a smile that was sadder than crying, and the girl smiled too, then turned into a numb look again.

Xifu approached the man and shook his hand in front of him, and he didn't react like the girl, it turned out that he couldn't see Xifu. Xifu's heart panicked all of a sudden, she shouted loudly, and the people in the room did not react.

When she saw the man laugh, he sat down on the ground, and immediately a large water stain came out from under his buttocks, and he covered his head, buried his head in his legs, and sobbed silently, what kind of sorrow it was! Xifu had never seen a man cry like this, it was a desperate and hopeless cry.

Xifu saw the girl walk up to the man, and said in a very nice childish voice: "Daddy, don't worry, I'll have money to treat my brother later?"

The man raised his head and looked at her like an alien: "Little fool, what did you say? What did you do, you said?" For some reason, the man suddenly fell into a rage, as if he had a premonition in his heart that she had done something bad, but he didn't want to admit it.

The man shook the girl in front of him violently, and the girl was shaken like a small sapling in the wind, as if she would soon be lifted up by the wind, but she was so stubborn that she did not have a trace of expression.

After a while, the girl also shouted "Daddy~", which was so loud that it drowned out the thunder outside, and the man raised his head and stared at his daughter's face. The girl added softly, "It's the most important thing to be alive, and it's the most important thing to be alive."

The man, whom the girl called Daddy, was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst into tears, like a beast caught in a trap, and the man's heart-rending cry dwarfed the sound of the rain outside the house.

Xifu stood beside them, witnessed all this, grabbed his chest with both hands, and wept silently...... By this time, she knew what this scene meant—it was a recreation of a slice of her childhood life.

The girl was herself, the man was her father, and the boy in bed was her living brother. There is no need to look down, she already knows what the girl has done - her brother has been sick for a month, the family has no money and no food, she knows that Daddy has gone out to borrow money, but she also knows that Daddy has already borrowed all the people who are willing to lend money to his family, and he will definitely get nothing if he goes out to borrow money again this time.

So, she went to the Ya Po's house in the village early to sell herself, she looked out the window, and waited for the Ya Po to bring the buyer to check her "goods", and the one who came to buy her was the old mother in the Goolan Courtyard in the city.

It's just that Xifu's memory is skewed, and in her own memory, it was her father who sent her to Goolan Courtyard, and she happily went to sell her daughter. For some reason, she recalled the whole story in this way this time, and the hatred for Daddy in her heart was naturally dispelled.

Xifu cried so hard that her chest was so tight that she could barely breathe, and she shouted loudly, "Demon Lord, save me......

Suddenly, she felt a strong hand on her head, giving her an incomparable sense of security, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, there is me." ”

When Xifu opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a white face, star-like eyes, and the long hair of the iconic silver shawl.

She hugged his waist all of a sudden, and her face leaned on the broad shoulders naturally, this shoulder was really thick, her chin was pillowed on it, and she felt very relieved, and then there was a slight itch on her face, she subconsciously touched the itch with her hand, and picked up a few long silver-white hairs with a stroke, and suddenly came to her senses, because this long silver hair is too iconic - the demon lord is holding me!!

Xifu suddenly exerted his strength, pushed with both hands, and broke free from the embrace of the demon lord, "You, you scoundrel, you, you bastard!"

"What did you dream about?" the demon lord just smiled at her, and didn't argue - it was you who called my name just now, and it was you who hugged me first, so I hugged you. But he didn't want to say this, he also knew that this girl was sometimes very thin-skinned and couldn't be debunked.

"Hooligans, bastards!" Xifu reduced what he had just said a little more and repeated it concisely.

"Okay, my rascal, my bastard, what dream have you had?" For immortal cultivators, dreams are an important means to perceive the will of heaven, and in the picture of dreams, there is the so-called heavenly opportunity that cannot be leaked, and the perception of heavenly machine sometimes determines the hint of the direction of a person's path to cultivating immortals.

Seeing the serious appearance of the demon lord, Xifu probably understood that the dream might be very important, so he told the demon lord what he saw in the dream.

The demon lord pondered for a moment, and then spoke: "Generally speaking, mortal dreams are often fragmented pictures, and the plot is often incoherent, and sometimes it is not logical, but your dreams are coherent, which reflects your excellent imagination in this aspect, far beyond mortals," That's why dreams are so complete and continuous. ”

Xifu nodded, agreeing with the demon lord's analysis, in the past ten days, her dreams have been quite complete, and they are no longer like before.

"Although the dream is a reminder from the heavens to the dreamer, it is triggered by the dreamer's daily life events, before you dream back to your childhood, when I was caressing the top of your head, this feeling seems to make you experience the feeling of your father, so you dream about the plot related to your father, and in the dream, you remember that you are not sold by your father, but you yourself are willing to sell yourself to help your sick brother, which means that you have let go of your resentment towards your father and let the truth come out of your consciousness. And when you have a grudge against your father, your consciousness deliberately distorts the truth that your father sold you. ”