Did you kill someone?

After Jian Zhen came out of the training room, she was a little dazed.

In fact, when he came back here tens of millions of years ago, what he wanted to do was to save Ye Jisheng, but what he didn't expect was that no matter in which time and space, no matter what he had experienced, it was Ye Jisheng who saved him, Ye Jisheng who took care of him, and Ye Jisheng who rescued him.

When I finished my homework and went back, it was almost sunset.

Jian Zhen and Ye Jisheng walked one after the other. When not many people were paying attention to this side, he asked with a sidelong glance: "You... why did you just say that I am your master?"

Ye Jisheng walked behind him. The boy's thin figure stood straight with a pair of red eyes on his face. He said in a low and calm voice: "You are my master."

Jian Zhen quickly said: "I, I am not your master."

He refused anxiously.

Ye Jisheng's eyes darkened. Jian Zhen's panicked rejection was like a needle piercing his eyes, making his heart slowly grow cold. Yes, he was the direct disciple of the Immortal Master, so why would he want to get involved with a demon like himself?

Just thinking about it.

When Jian Zhen finished speaking, he whispered, "I am your friend."

Ye Jisheng suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

Jian Zhen stood on the mountainside under the setting sun. The breeze gently blew across the corners of his jade-green clothes, casting a layer of golden and warm light on his fair and gentle eyebrows, making him particularly eye-catching.

Jian Zhen said: "We are not in a master-servant relationship, and you are not anyone's slave."

Ye Jisheng's frail body stood in the evening breeze. He listened to Jian Zhen's words, his voice seemed a little hesitant, and he murmured, "Friend?"

A disciple passed by not far away and saw the two people talking. He gave them a strange and somewhat mocking look.

It's like pulling people back to reality in an instant.

Jian Zhen said: "There are more than just master-servant relationships in this world, for example..."

He wanted to say friends, but the first thing that popped into his mind was their kisses, their hugs, their sleeping in the same bed, their snuggling together, and their children.

Ye Jisheng still stood there, looking at him calmly, as if waiting for him to continue speaking.

Jian Zhen's ears couldn't help but turn red. He looked away a little embarrassedly, but still coughed lightly and said, "Anyway, you'll know it later anyway."

Ye Jisheng looked at his somewhat messy footsteps in silence for a moment, but still followed him.

The two returned to the yard together.

Ye Jisheng said: "I'll go cook."

Jian Zhen looked at his back as he walked away, feeling a little emotional. If it had been in the past, he would never have thought that he would be called master by the demon god from tens of millions of years ago, and that he would even cook for him!

But he is not the kind of grass that is ungrateful.

Jian Zhen took the initiative to roll up her sleeves and went into the kitchen and said, "Can I help?"

Ye Jisheng cleaned the vegetables and prepared the ingredients swiftly, saying, "Your illness is not healed yet, just rest outside. This is what I should do."

Jian Zhen said: "There is nothing you should do. Didn't I say that I don't treat you as a slave? We are friends."

Ye Jisheng put down what he was holding and looked at him. His face was thin, but still handsome. Standing in the kitchen and looking at him, his eyes were calm and he said, "Taking care of you is what I should do."

At dusk, the setting sun.

Jian Zhen stood at the door, and suddenly she seemed to hear the sound of her heartbeat.

He was caught off guard and hit in the face by the young devil.

Jian Zhen's ears turned red again, and he stammered, "No, there is no such thing as a must, I don't really need anyone to take care of me, I'm going to do my homework."

Ye Jisheng watched him leave calmly.

Jian Zhen walked back to the yard in small steps and covered his chest. It was over. He thought that the young demon god should be the most innocent and easy to understand, but why did he feel that he was more difficult to deal with than the adult Ye Jisheng?

Sure enough, the Demon Lord is the Demon Lord, and he is not someone that a little grass like him can easily see through.

Jane really continued to do her homework.

Until the smell of food came out, Ye Jisheng brought out the food and said, "It's time to eat."

Jian Zhen put the homework aside, and then sighed: "Doing homework is really hard. I didn't expect that studying in class is still so tiring. I can't avoid it anywhere."

Ye Jisheng walked over and said, "What's wrong?"

Jian Zhen held the book in his hand and said, "Elder Wen asked us to submit a prediction of the cause and effect of the stone tomorrow, but the Taoist formulas are too many and too complicated, I can't understand them."

Ye Jisheng sat down beside him and said, "What do you not understand?"

Jian Zhen pointed to one of the paragraphs and said, "What's this about the two levels of yin and yang, and the theory of negative and positive root of the mountain? I definitely don't understand it. Why is the fate of this stone so unpredictable? How come you can figure it out so quickly today?"

Ye Jisheng said calmly: "It's very simple."

Jian Zhen was a little curious and asked, "How did you do it?"

"If you want the stone to be what it is tomorrow, just do it." Ye Jisheng said, "If you want it to break, just smash it."

Jian Zhen: “…”

Lord Demon, you are worthy of being me!

Whether it is the young demon god or the original one, are they both so simple and crude?

Jian Zhen smiled and said, "But this is a stone. If it is used for divination or other bigger things, what will you do?"

Ye Jisheng said calmly: "I never rely on fate to get what I want to do. I will only get it through myself."

Jian Zhen paused, he looked at Ye Jisheng with gentle and soft eyes. As expected, this person will always be him, no matter the time, no matter the identity, no matter the situation, nothing will change.

"I don't believe it either." Jian Zhen said, "But if I can't hand in the theoretical homework today, Elder Wen will kill me tomorrow."

Ye Jisheng: "..."

Day 2

Jian Zhen returned to Elder Wen's class with his homework. Although his grades were not perfect, he was able to get by with the help of Ye Jisheng. Some students with a poor foundation wrote their homework in a perfunctory manner, so they became the focus of Elder Wen's attention. Jian Zhen looked at those punished disciples and felt fortunate that he did not do it perfunctorily last night.

The morning class finally ended.

On the way back in the afternoon, Jian Zhen was still thinking about what delicious food she would ask Ye Jisheng to prepare for her in the evening.

He pushed open the gate while humming a song.

But he saw a clear snow-white figure under a tree in the yard. Fu Changhuan was sitting under the tree. At this moment, he heard the noise outside the door and looked over. His eyebrows were cold, and there was a kind of clarity that was beyond the world.

Jian Zhen immediately became obedient and called out obediently, "Senior Brother."

Fu Changhuan asked, "Are you back from class?"

Jian Zhen nodded: "Yeah."

Fu Changhuan said, "The master has come out of seclusion, but a lot of things happened during this seclusion, which caused him to suffer a lot of damage. He is now recovering, so it is not convenient for him to see you."

Jian Zhen's heart sank, and he quickly asked, "What happened to Master?"

In his memory, it seemed that his great master had indeed passed away a long time ago, but the history of later generations never recorded in detail the exact time of his great master's death. Jian Zhen only vaguely remembered that the history books recorded that his great master sacrificed himself in order to seal the demon god, which successfully inspired the great formation of sealing the gods and sealed half of the power of the demon god Ye Jisheng.

Originally, Jane really thought this matter was still far away.

What I didn’t expect was that something had happened to my master right now?

Seeing Jian Zhen's concern, Fu Changhuan said, "Don't worry, come over and sit down first. Master has a divine body, and it's not easy for a divine body to get into trouble. It's just..."

Jian Zhen walked over to sit opposite Fu Changhuan, but his face still couldn't hide his concern: "Brother, can you tell me what happened to my master? After all, he is also my master."

That kind master had once saved him and now accepted him as his disciple. If possible, Jian really didn't want anything to happen to him. He just hoped that everyone was well.

Fu Changhuan placed his hand on the teacup and paused for a moment before saying, "The prediction of the time mirror has changed."

Jane's hand holding the teapot shook and the tea almost spilled on herself.

Fu Changhuan looked at him.

Jian Zhen quickly wiped the water stains on the table and asked, "What did Shi Jing predict?"

Fu Changhuan looked at the young man in front of him. Logically speaking, this was an important matter of the Immortal Clan and he should not reveal too much to a new disciple, even though he was the master's disciple. But when he looked into those eyes, those eyes always gave him a familiar sense of dependence, as if they were not just acquaintances, but they had been old acquaintances who could rely on each other a long, long time ago.

It's a strange coincidence.

Fu Changhuan opened his lips and said, "The demon clan may have changed."

There was no very detailed explanation, but inexplicably, Jian Zhen seemed to have guessed all that he had not said. Her heart sank, but she did not expect that things would happen so quickly.

Jian Zhen said: "The demons...they..."

Fu Changhuan didn't say anything more. He just looked at Jian Zhen and said, "I heard from Ling Can that you have been very close to a demon recently?"

Jian Zhen met Fu Changhuan's cold eyes and her heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously said, "No, no."

Although he didn't know why he was feeling guilty, and logically speaking, he hadn't done anything against the rules with Ye Jisheng, but at this moment, why did he feel as guilty as a thief?

Fu Changhuan said: "Although the demons are our slaves, most of them are insidious and cunning. You are simple-minded, so don't get too close to them."

Jian Zhen blinked. He sat under the tree obediently, but he was firm in his opinion: "Brother, people's hearts are fickle. Even you can't guarantee that all of us in the Immortal Clan are good people. The same is true for the Demon Clan. How can we generalize?"

Fu Changhuan said: "It is precisely because human hearts are fickle that my immortal race cultivates the ruthless way and will not be swayed by those interests and emotions."

Jane Zhen paused.

In a trance, he recalled that tens of millions of years ago, at the top of Lingshan Mountain, he talked with the Immortal Venerable about the Way of Ruthlessness. At that time, Fu Changhuan just smiled and said that he did not practice the Way of Ruthlessness.

Millions of years have passed, and the world has changed dramatically.

What exactly happened that caused the Immortal Lord to change his mind so drastically?

next day

The weather turned cold again. After an autumn rain, Jian Zhen caught a cold again. For some reason, perhaps because he was a lonely soul, this body was particularly weak.

Ling Can quickly sent two cleaning disciples to take care of Jian Zhen.

When Jian Zhen got up from the hospital bed, she saw two unfamiliar faces in the room not far away. She was stunned for a moment before she subconsciously asked, "Why are you guys here?"

The two demon clan cleaning disciples replied, "Senior Brother Ling Can arranged for us to come."

Jane really nodded.

Ling Can should have randomly found two disciples to take care of him, but in fact he only wanted to be with Ye Jisheng. However, if he proposed to change people at this time, it would probably attract the attention of his senior brother and Ling Can. Originally, his senior brother didn't want him to be too close to the people of the demon clan, and it would be bad if Ye Jisheng was in danger because of his actions.

Think about this.

Jian Zhen said, "Okay, thank you for your help then."

The two disciples hurriedly said, "We will definitely take good care of Senior Brother Jian."

Jane really smiled and said, "Thank you."

The two disciples started cleaning the room and helped Jian Zhen make medicine. They did not add candied fruit like Ye Jisheng usually did, so the medicine was extremely bitter. However, in order not to lose face in front of others, Jian Zhen still cooperated and drank it obediently.

After taking the medicine, I felt a little sleepy as the effect of the medicine took effect.

Jian Zhen put down the medicine bowl, took out a spirit stone from the side to express his gratitude, and said politely: "Thank you for your hard work, this is a small token of my appreciation."

The two disciples accepted it and said, "We will come again tomorrow."

Jian Zhen was so sleepy that she was a little confused, so she nodded casually, while sighing in her heart that his Ye Jisheng was still the best, woooo.

The two cleaning disciples walked out of the courtyard and returned to the North Peak.

The pavilions and towers on the North Peak were a bit dilapidated, and many of the demon clan's cleaning disciples were working there. Two people came back after receiving the spirit stones given by Jian Zhen, looking very pleased with themselves.

Others came forward:

"Wow, where did you two go to make your fortune?"

"Is it that generous senior brother again?"

"He's really rich!"

The cleaning disciples of the demon clan are usually not treated very well, and they only occasionally meet someone so generous. In the past few days, Ye Jisheng has been with Jian Zhen, which has made them a little dissatisfied. Now that Jian Zhen has finally changed people, how can they not breathe a sigh of relief.

therefore.

When the two disciples saw Ye Jisheng coming back outside, they both sneered.

"Oh, that senior brother is really very good to us." One of the thinner disciples said, "He is very satisfied with us."

Others also saw Ye Jisheng coming back from outside.

Someone deliberately asked, "Didn't Senior Brother Jian always mention Wusheng before? Didn't he mention him this time?"

Ye Jisheng's footsteps paused slightly.

The two disciples smiled smugly and said deliberately, "How could we possibly mention that? Senior Brother Jian also said that he felt that we had worked hard, so he specially asked us to go there tomorrow. Don't tell me, although he is a bit unlucky, he is still a very generous person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was laughter all around.

However, as soon as the two of them smiled, the smiles suddenly stopped.

Ye Jisheng, who was standing at the door, glanced over. In the sunset, his pair of scarlet eyes glowed as if oozing with blood, like an emotionless flying snake, making people feel cold all over when looking at him.

Just when they couldn't help but speak.

Ye Jisheng turned around and left. All the cleaning disciples fell silent and watched his leaving back. Only when his figure disappeared did the two cleaning disciples come to their senses and found that their backs were covered in cold sweat.

"Mad man." He took a breath and said, "What a mad man."

midnight

Thunder roared loudly, and Jian Zhen, who was sleeping in the small courtyard, sat up suddenly. He had a nightmare that made him gasp heavily. In fact, he seldom had dreams after his soul came to this world, but today he had a dream. The dream was full of blood. He saw Ye Jisheng covered in blood, and thunder rolling down from the sky.

All these images stimulated him. After waking up and looking at the empty room, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

There is no soft cloud bed in the Demon Realm Palace.

Without Ye Jisheng who is always by my side.

There are no lively and smiling children.

The room was empty. At this moment, Jian Zhen missed Ye Jisheng more than ever. She wanted to see him, even if she didn't do anything, just to see him and stay with him.

“Boom!”

Another thunder exploded.

Jian Zhen put on his coat and robe, got out of bed and walked outside. This place was not far from Beifeng, but it was still a long way to walk. When he jogged all the way to the foot of Yunfeng, he was already out of breath. He came to Ye Jisheng's cabin but didn't see anyone, which was a bit strange.

There were some scattered disciples at the North Peak still outside packing up their things.

Jian Zhen then asked, "Did you see Ye... Wusheng?"

The disciples looked at each other.

Jian Zhencai found someone and said, "I have something to ask him."

The cleaning disciple replied, "I saw him once during dinner, but I haven't seen him since. Maybe he has something else to do..."

Jian Zhen remembered that he hadn't seen Ye Jisheng all day, and he hadn't been in his yard during the day. He suddenly felt guilty, so he asked, "Did he do anything wrong at night?"

The cleaning disciple thought for a moment and said, "There's nothing wrong... He doesn't like to talk normally, and doesn't interact with other people that much. The two disciples who took care of you tonight came back and said something to him, but he didn't react."

It's just that the eyes are quite scary.

The disciple didn't dare to say it.

Jian really breathed a sigh of relief. That's right, he really thought too much. Although Ye Jisheng acted a little crazy, he was still the young Ye Jisheng after all, a skinny and pitiful little boy. He was not the same person who would appear tens of millions of years later. He really thought too much.

Think about this.

Jian Zhen said: "Thank you very much, I will go back first."

The sweeping disciple nodded.

Jian Zhen turned around and returned to Ye Jisheng's cabin from another path. He felt a little cold, so he sat on Ye Jisheng's bed, covered himself with his quilt, and lay down while waiting for him. There was still some of Ye Jisheng's breath in the room. There was thunder outside, but he felt extremely at ease sitting on Ye Jisheng's bed.

I was drowsy.

The door of the wooden house outside was pushed open with thunderous roars, and the candles in the room flickered. Jian Zhen woke up from his doze, but saw someone standing at the door. Ye Jisheng was wearing a disciple's robe, but his body was stained with bright red blood. He was a little surprised when he saw Jian Zhen in the house. The man wrapped in murderous aura seemed to be frozen.

Ye Jisheng turned around and wanted to leave.

Jian Zhen sat up and said, "Stop."

Ye Jisheng stopped in his tracks.

Jian Zhen coughed when the wind outside the door blew, but he still asked: "Why is there blood on your body? Are you injured?"

Ye Jisheng was about to leave, but when he heard a cough, he closed the door and said, "No one is hurt."

Jian Zhen asked: "Whose blood is this?"

Ye Jisheng raised his eyes to look at him, his red eyes were exceptionally clear in the darkness, but he said nothing.

Jian Zhen seemed to suddenly understand something at some point, he said: "It was... those two disciples from the daytime, did you kill anyone?!"

Ye Jisheng said: "I didn't kill them."

Jian Zhen quickly asked: "So how are they now?"

Ye Jisheng replied: "It's just a broken leg. It will be healed in half a month."

Jian Zhen actually breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."

etc!

What a bullshit! Why does he have such low requirements for Ye Jisheng?

No, no, we must start educating our children from an early age!

Jian Zhen coughed lightly, trying to make himself look more serious. He said, "Why do you... do this? Do you know that this is very dangerous?"

Ye Jisheng said: "I know."

Jian Zhen: "Then you still..."

"Because if they were, you wouldn't need me."

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and the light of lightning and thunder came in through the window and fell on the person at the door, as if casting a flickering shadow on him.

Ye Jisheng's body was stained with crimson blood. He raised his eyes, and beneath his calmness he seemed to be filled with turbulent waves. The young man's lips curled slightly, as if he already had the aura of the demon god who would dominate the three realms in the future: "They are too much of a nuisance, so they must disappear."

Jane froze on the bed.

Xiao Cao was shocked!!

I thought that the devil god would have such a temper only after he became a god, but who knew that this big guy is just like this by nature, he just loves to go crazy! !

Ye Jisheng looked at the panic in Jian Zhen's eyes, and his eyes darkened. He said, "You must be disappointed in me."

Thunder roared across the sky, and the room was silent.

Jane really said: "Ah, disappointed, that's not the case."

Ye Jisheng raised his head in surprise: "Are you not disappointed?"

"You didn't kill anyone, I'm actually very satisfied." Jian Zhen smiled, but then coughed and said, "But I hope you won't think like this next time. If you miss me, just come to me directly. There's no need to do such a dangerous thing."

It was raining heavily outside the cabin.

Ye Jisheng suspected that maybe the sound of rain was too loud, so he had hallucinations. He tried to clench his palms tightly to keep himself awake, but he still couldn't believe it. He looked up and asked, "Why?"

Why, why aren't you angry.

Shouldn't someone as selfish as him who will do anything to achieve his goals be despised?

The few days he spent with Jian Zhen after meeting her were the happiest time of his life. Every smile and frown of Jian Zhen seemed to be engraved in his bones. Originally, he did not dare to ask for anything but just wanted to stay with her forever.

But today all of this was shattered.

What friend? He is just a cleaning slave and can be replaced by anyone.

He told himself that he was just back to square one, but he still couldn't control his jealousy. Yes, he was jealous of those two people, and he couldn't stand their contempt and disrespect for Jane Zhen.

He kept thinking about him on the way back.

After doing such a thing, perhaps he could no longer stay in Lingshan. In fact, he had nothing to be reluctant to give up. He had a rotten life and would die no matter where he went.

only……

I just can't bear to part with him.

I want to see him again, even just once.

When I opened the door of the cabin, I saw the person I missed lying on my bed, and he even told me that he was not disappointed.

Ye Jisheng suppressed his thoughts and asked again: "Why?"

"Why?" Jian Zhen seemed a little surprised. He said, "Because I want to see you, too."

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