Chapter Seventy-Three: The Art of Deception
"Humph!"
As soon as the five of them came to Wang Yao, they didn't give him a good face, and the little Lori Junlan Yurao snorted even more, and turned her head to look at Wang Yao. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
"This ......"
Wang Yao couldn't help crying and laughing, but he could still see from the dried fresh fruits that the five women were holding in their hands that they didn't really hate him, but were just angry that he had hidden their identities from them.
Therefore, it is only difficult to accept it for a while.
It's as simple as that.
Judging from Wang Yao's experience of reading the Qunfang, how could he not guess their thoughts? In his eyes, the five daughters of Murong Qing were as clean as a pure white and flawless white paper.
With a sudden sigh, I saw him slowly leaning his back against the hull of the boat, looking up at the sky, his eyes faintly flashed with tears, and the whole person revealed a deep decadence and helplessness, and in an instant, it seemed that even the surroundings were soaked with a layer of endless sorrow, only to hear Wang Yao say in a low tone: "Why? Why does God torture me like this?
Murong Qing, Junlan Inviteao, Hua Xiaolan, and Dielan Butterfly Purple were instantly attracted by Wang Yao's words, especially when they saw his extremely lonely figure at this time, the whole heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife, and it was distressing.
The five people looked at each other, they originally wanted to question Wang Yaolai, but at this moment, they were all a little at a loss.
But it was too reserved for them to pull down their faces like this, so after a few eye contacts, they decided to let one person talk to Wang Yao instead of everyone.
Murong Qing, as the eldest sister among the five daughters, has no doubt at this moment, of course, he was pushed out by the betrayal of the other four daughters.
There was no way, Murong Qing had no choice but to ask with a flushed cheek: "Wang... Brother Wang, what's wrong with you? What can't you say, could it be that you have something unspeakable?"
"Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. That's it, although it is not my wish to be born a demon, but to be able to see five beauties in my lifetime, I finally have no regrets in this life. Wang Yao laughed at himself lonely: "Even if there was a lot of helplessness in the past, now it seems that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it." ”
"Brother Wang, you, why do you say that? Could it be that you have something unspeakable?"
"Tell us about it, and let us share some of the pain for you, okay?" Junlan Yurao, Hua Xiaolan, and Dielan Diezi said one after another.
"Don't, we people and demons have different paths, it's better to have less to do with it, so as not to let your uncle know that he will be punished. Wang Yao hesitated for a moment, and said with some concern for them.
"No, we're not afraid, Uncle Shi loves us very much. ”
"Yes, Brother Wang, what do you have on your mind, we would like to know your past. ”
"We're worried about you. "Where did the five daughters of Murong Qing care so much at the moment, they just wanted to hear Wang Yao say his helpless words. has already fallen into the trap that Wang Yao gave them.
“...... If you want to hear it, then I will tell you all the pain that has been buried in my heart for so many years. Wang Yao hesitated for a moment and finally made a decisive look, turned his head to look out of the boat, looked at the rainy night, and seemed to be looking for memories of a long time in his eyes:
"My hometown is in the two stars, I was born there, and from the moment I became sensible, my mother told me, she said, you are a demon, a member of the great demon race, you are destined to be different, everything in the world should be surrendered to your feet, you can get what you want, if anyone dares to resist you, you will destroy him, and use your strength to win everything, so that no one will dare to resist you.
But I don't think that's ......."
Wang Yao told Murong Qing that he liked peace by nature, liked to be close to nature, hated endless killing, lived in the realm of demons day and night, and the evil cognition he received tormented him every moment.
And when he saw the demons killing humans for no reason, he couldn't bear this cruelty anymore, so he chose to leave, wandering alone between the cultivators and the demons, walking the world with swords, doing injustices on the road, specifically relieving those unfair killings, awakening people's truth, goodness and beauty, and hoping to return the world to a bright future.
However, as a demon, he can't tolerate both humans and demons by acting like this.
Finally, one day he exposed his identity, and was killed all the way by the human race cultivators, resulting in serious injuries, and he had already had a bad reputation in the demon race, and it was difficult to go back, so he had no choice but to stay away from his hometown, leave his hometown, wander in different regions, continue to do what he thinks is right, hoping to bring real peace to the world.
But over the years, he has been covered with bruises, and his heart has long been scarred, even if he faces all the hardships with a sincere heart, it is always difficult to be accepted by the world.
This kind of feeling is undoubtedly heavy and painful.
For many days and nights, he could only lick his wounds silently, and no one could say the pain in his heart, only he was alone to bear such a weight.
But even though it was so difficult, he still did not change his original intention, eager to eliminate the barrier between humans and demons, and strive to do good everywhere to make up for the wrongdoings of his people.
Although he was captured by their uncle Dugu Weishuang this time, he did not complain and regret it, because like this situation, he had long been accustomed to it, and who would die one day, he had already thought of the ending a long time ago.
So, even if you are pointed out by a thousand people, what is it?
Wang Yao's slow narration was full of accusations of fate, but it was also full of helplessness, and every word was full of painful memories of blood and tears, which made people cry when they heard it.
"Brother Wang, woo woo~"
Murong Qing, Junlan Yurao, Hua Xiaolan, and Dielan Diezi were all crying several times in the process of listening, and they were impressed by Wang Yao's fearless spirit, and they couldn't help themselves at all.
Looking at Wang Yao one by one, the tears flashed all revealing their deep admiration and admiration for him, and they were deeply moved by his ability to have such an experience and state of mind, and even more regretted that he had endured such a painful past alone.
sighed why they couldn't get to know him earlier, so that they could be by Wang Yao's side, share the same joys and sorrows with him, and share weal and woe.
These words have been buried in my heart for a long time, but I have never found anyone to confide in, and I feel much happier to be able to say them all today, thank you for being my listener. Next, if you want to kill or chop all of you, I will never complain. Wang Yao said without hesitation.