Chapter 111 The Merciless Demon Lord 12 Lost and found again and lost again.
Chu Yeshu was stunned at first, then showed deep fear.
Lu Wufeng didn't care what he thought. He carried Jian Ziyan to the bed, asked him to sit cross-legged, and then sat in front of him.
Jian Ziyan was already in a semi-comatose state at this time and had no idea what he was doing.
Chu Yeshu looked at Lu Wufeng who had taken out the white crane and was preparing to cut out its heart. He trembled all over, not knowing where he got the courage from, and said to Lu Wufeng.
"Brother, Senior Jian wouldn't want to see you do this."
Lu Wufeng said nothing.
Chu Yeshu bit his lower lip and mustered up his courage to raise his voice.
"Brother, you should understand Senior Jian's character. He gave all that for you, and he would never want to see you give it back to him out of guilt. When he wakes up, he will be hit even harder... You are harming him!"
"Nothing is more important than his life." Lu Wufeng finally spoke, "He should blame me and hate me. If this allows him to live, then I am happy with it."
Chu Yeshu stifled her sobs and began to tremble all over as she looked at the tip of the White Crane Sword that had already pierced into Lu Wufeng's heart.
He seemed to see his senior brother slowly heading towards destruction, just like the relationship between him and Senior Jian.
He had never fallen in love with anyone and did not understand what a life-and-death relationship was, but he knew that if his senior brother did this, he and Senior Jian would be doomed to failure and there would be no way back.
Chu Yeshu felt a great sense of destiny looming over him. He didn't know what he could do for them. For the first time, he felt so weak and powerless.
Lu Wufeng didn't have the energy to care about him. All his attention was on Jian Ziyan. He cut open his chest, and the cold tip of the sword touched his heart, but he seemed to feel nothing. He just looked at Jian Ziyan tenderly.
"Don't be afraid, Ayan. Everything will be fine soon." He said softly, "Before I die, I will find you enough meteorite crystals. It will be enough for you to use for hundreds or thousands of years. As long as you can survive..."
Chu Yeshu couldn't bear it any longer. He stumbled to his feet from the ground, rushed out the door, and burst into tears.
He had never experienced love, but looking at those two people, he seemed to feel the kind of deep affection that was willing to sacrifice one's life for something, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
As the essence and blood in his heart were transferred, the pain on Jian Ziyan's face gradually faded. In contrast, Lu Wufeng's face became increasingly paler.
Jian Ziyan fell asleep in Lu Wufeng's arms. Lu Wufeng hugged him and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.
Lu Wufeng could feel his body rapidly deteriorating, but he did not panic at all. Instead, he enjoyed the feeling in a masochistic way.
"Was it so painful when you took out the Dan Yuan and Jing Xue to save me?" He kissed Jian Ziyan, with a happy feeling in his tone, "Ayan, I know how much pain you are in."
He didn't know how long he had left to live, and was afraid that he would never be able to kiss his lover again, so he cherished every kiss.
But he doesn't regret it.
"You can hate me or blame me, please, just live on."
Lu Wufeng closed his eyes, a slight smile on the corner of his lips, as if he had seen Jian Ziyan return to his original state.
All his attention was focused on Jian Ziyan, and he did not notice that in his own body, in his dantian, which should have been empty, a tiny dan core cautiously emerged.
…
[When Jian Ziyan outside is unconscious, that is often the time when Jian Ziyan inside is the most leisurely.
Jian Ziyan was eating melon seeds, watching Lu Wufeng frantically exchange his life for others', without showing any surprise.
419: "Did you know he would do this?"
Jian Ziyan: "Based on his character, I can probably guess that Lu Wufeng just hates me, but he has not completely lost his conscience. According to his personality, once he knows that he owes someone something, he will pay it back at the cost of his life."
Jian Ziyan: "He is such an upright and dedicated person, a bit like the ones I pretended to be before, but he is not purely kind now, so I need to be more careful later. I can predict what he will do in the beginning, but I don't know what he will do in the future."
"I think... we should focus on another issue now." 419 said silently, "He seems to be dying soon... If the protagonist dies, this world will automatically be considered a failure."
Jian Ziyan spat out the melon seed shells and swore: "Who am I? How could I make such a low-level mistake?"
As he said this, he revealed a hint of shyness for the first time: "The problem now is... seeing such a 'weak' Immortal Lord, I feel even more attractive. What should I do..."
419: "??? You two are both dying!"】
Jian Ziyan had a very long dream.
In this dream, he relived their lives from the perspectives of Jiang Zhijun and Lu Wufeng.
Even though he already knew it, when he saw with his own eyes the pain and struggle that the mistake he made brought to the other person, he still broke down. He cried bitterly in the memory that he could not interfere with, and at the same time he realized what the current situation was.
As his body gradually regained consciousness, he felt a cold hand gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and at the same time he heard Lu Wufeng's hoarse voice.
"Ayan, don't cry."
Jian Ziyan struggled to open his eyes. In his tear-blurred vision, he first saw the dimly glowing Yin-Yang Soul-Locking Bell, and then Lu Wufeng's haggard face.
When Lu Wufeng saw Jian Ziyan wake up, a smile of surprise was about to appear on his face.
“Bang!”
A slap came down hard, knocking his face to the side and also shattering the smile on his face.
A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Lu Wufeng's lips, and a few strands of his neatly combed hair fell down, covering his eyes.
"What have you done!" Jian Ziyan roared, "Lu Wufeng, are you stupid?"
Lu Wufeng wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his knuckles, and when he turned back, he still had that gentle smile filled with joy.
"I haven't heard A-Yan swearing in a long time." He said, "Even when A-Yan is angry, he is still so lovable and never hurts anyone."
His tone was just like when they were still Taoist companions. Jian Ziyan would occasionally lose his temper and he would accept it all and respond with words of doting and tolerance.
But now when Jian Ziyan heard it, he felt a chill all over his body.
He was trembling all over, and he could no longer tell whether he was sad or angry. He stared at Lu Wufeng, with only deep disappointment in his eyes.
This disappointed look was like thousands of poisonous needles piercing Lu Wufeng's heart. His smile became forced, but he still reached out to take Jian Ziyan's pulse to test the degree of fusion.
However, before his hand touched Jian Ziyan, he was slapped aside heavily without any mercy, and a clear red mark immediately appeared on the back of his hand.
Having lost his Dan Yuan and Jing Xue, Lu Wufeng had essentially handed his life over to Jian Ziyan. He was now a bit weaker than an ordinary person, otherwise these actions would not have left any trace on him.
But he just glanced at it and didn't care, still coaxing in his voice: "Ayan, be good, let me check if there are any signs of repulsion, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable."
He knew that Jian Ziyan must know what he had done. After all, handing over his essence and blood was equivalent to revealing everything about himself to the other party. But he didn't care. He was only afraid that Tai Sui Fei's physique was different from that of ordinary people and could not be integrated with his essence and blood.
Jian Ziyan didn't let him touch him. He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. He looked at Lu Wufeng, who should have been weaker than an ordinary person, and for some reason his heart began to tremble slightly.
Because of this slight tremor, he swallowed the words he was about to say, and said instead: "Don't you know that my life is already in the hands of the Heaven? Doing this now will only drag down your life, which is completely useless!"
When mentioning Heavenly Dao, Lu Wufeng's eyes became even darker, and his tone did not change at all: "Heavenly Dao wants you to seal the Demon Lord, right?"
Jian Ziyan felt a chill in his heart, and he said hesitantly: "...Yes."
Lu Wufeng smiled, and that smile was extremely gentle, as if he was saying "Let's go for an outing today", and said: "In this case, as long as you don't seal the Demon Lord, then according to the rules, the Heavenly Dao cannot interfere with you, is that right?"
Jian Ziyan was stunned. He stared at Lu Wufeng blankly, unable to believe that such words actually came out of his mouth.
"…What do you mean?"
"Ayan, you understand what I mean." Lu Wufeng stroked his cheek, his voice became deep, and although it was still gentle, it contained a deep sadness, "I want you to live, no matter what method I use, I want you to live."
Jian Ziyan's eyes widened and he forgot to dodge for a moment.
"The Demon Lord and Tai Sui Fei cannot exist in the world at the same time." He murmured, "Now that the seal has been broken, the Demon Lord's consciousness has escaped. If we don't seal him back in time, the three realms will be devastated..."
"Don't worry." Lu Wufeng realized that his tone was a little heavier, and he slowed down his pace, "Don't worry, A'yan, it's just a wisp of spiritual consciousness. I have a way to deal with Hua Chi."
Jian Ziyan looked at him in astonishment.
Lu Wufeng pursed his lips and revealed that smile like the breeze and bright moon, concealing the bottomless darkness and red light in his eyes.
"You just need to rest and recover... don't worry about anything else."
…
【Jian Ziyan: "Look, what did I just say? This Immortal Lord was feeling extremely guilty, and the next moment he took control of me."
419:……
Jian Ziyan: "And my cellmate... come and see how he is doing now?"
419 played the picture silently, and saw that the Demon Lord Hua Chi, who was using Miao Chu's body, was locked in the dungeon. Eight soul-locking bells surrounded him. No matter how he roared in pain, he could not escape from this luxurious formation.
"More miserable than me." Jian Ziyan commented simply.
419 asked in confusion: "Since Hua Chi's consciousness is here, why didn't Lu Wufeng tell you directly? It would be much easier for you to control Hua Chi yourself than it is for him now."
Jian Ziyan smiled: "Because he didn't dare. He didn't know how I was going to deal with Hua Chi, and he was afraid that I would destroy both of us... Of course, he was right."
"Master Xianjun is indeed very miserable, but unfortunately, I don't have time to accompany him any longer." Jian Ziyan sighed, and then smiled happily, "In this case, let's have a final breakup!"
419 immediately swallowed back all the words of comfort he wanted to say, and wanted to kick out this host whose head was full of yellow garbage. 】
Lu Wufeng did not stay in the room all the time. He kept Jian Ziyan here and often went out to various places to look for meteorite crystals.
Jian Ziyan obtained Lu Wufeng's blood essence and elixir, and with the endless supply of meteorite crystals, he was no longer on the verge of death like before, but he could not leave the room. Lu Wufeng used some magic weapon to ensure that he could not go to find Hua Chi.
Jian Ziyan was angry. He didn't want to talk to Lu Wufeng anymore, nor did he want to explain anything to him. He was making his own plans in his mind. Even though he knew that doing so would make Lu Wufeng sad, he refused to say another word to Lu Wufeng.
When someone came in again, Jian Ziyan didn't want to pay attention to him. However, after sensing another familiar breath, he immediately opened his eyes and saw Hao Chu's heartbroken look.
Jian Ziyan was stunned for a moment, then he immediately sat up and asked in surprise: "Can you come in?"
Haochu's eyes, filled with pain, scanned Jian Ziyan's body bit by bit, and after confirming whether he had suffered more damage, he replied: "The method of Immortal Lord Wufeng is indeed difficult to break, and it took a lot of time. Fortunately... it seems that it is not too late."
"Of course it's not too late!"
Jian Ziyan immediately turned over and got out of bed. The soul-locking bell above his head made a crisp ding, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain. Haochu reached out and supported him in time.
As the Soul-Locking Bell stabilized again, Jian Ziyan was already sweating coldly. He pulled his arm out of Haochu's hand and thanked him softly.
Haochu shook her hand lightly, as if he was extremely reluctant to let her go, but he suppressed his emotions and said softly, "You don't have to thank me. It was the same before, and it is still the same now."
Jian Ziyan looked at him, his pupils were clearly black and white, even after going through so much, they were still crystal clear.
He gave Haochu a wan smile.
"From the past till now, you have helped me a lot, and I have no way to repay you," Jian Ziyan said, "I can only complete my mission and give you a peaceful world."
Hearing this, Haochu's suppressed emotions suddenly burst out. His eyes turned red and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Really...is there no other way?"
Jian Ziyan shook his head: "If I had any other way, I wouldn't be locked up here by Wufeng."
Haochu had nothing to say.
"Don't think too much. I've already got what I wanted. Now I have to pay the price. It's fair." Jian Ziyan smiled and comforted him, "It's okay. This is my own wish."
Haochu lowered his eyes and a tear fell. He had no choice but to nod.
He has always respected Jian Ziyan, respected his choices, and respected his wishes, even though the decision he has made now is to die.
He knew that he would never be able to get out of this sadness for the rest of his life, but he was still willing to respect Jian Ziyan.
"Thank you, Haochu." Jian Ziyan suddenly said to Haochu formally, "for everything you have done for me."
Hao Chu opened his lower lip, but found that he could not make a sound without choking, so he just shook his head.
His nails dug deep into his palms. He managed to calm down in the pain and asked in a hoarse voice, "Lu Wufeng is coming back soon. Do you want to leave now?"
Jian Ziyan was slightly stunned. He looked out the window at the dusk and said, "I will see him one last time. I will leave on my own tonight."
Haochu did not reject him and treated him as any of his choices.
Lu Wufeng is no longer a match for Jian Ziyan. Once the formation outside is broken, he has no means to restrain Jian Ziyan.
…
The spiritual energy in Lu Wufeng's body gradually weakened, and he did not notice that the formation outside the door had been broken.
He returned to the room, but just as he was about to step in, his legs stopped halfway.
Jian Ziyan was nowhere to be seen. At the open window, a little red fox was squatting in front of the window, squinting its eyes to greet the breeze and sunset outside the window.
The golden-red sunlight fell on his bright fur, showing a bright and dazzling glow. The wind blew in, blowing the fur on his cheeks and body, creating a soft halo like waves of wheat.
So beautiful and so peaceful.
Lu Wufeng was stunned. After knowing that the fox was Jian Ziyan, even the fox's appearance could make him feel incomparably excited.
"Ayan..." he whispered.
The little fox heard it, moved his pointed ears, opened his eyes and turned his head to look over. Just when Lu Wufeng became nervous, he jumped lightly and jumped down from the window.
The moment he landed, his body stretched out and turned into a human form.
He was wearing a red robe and a black crown, with delicate eyebrows and a pair of narrow fox eyes that were charming and affectionate, yet also contained a sense of open-mindedness and unrestrainedness.
This is exactly how it was when they first met.
Lu Wufeng was completely speechless. He looked greedily at the scene he had not seen for a thousand years, his breathing becoming heavy and trembling.
"Ayan..."
Before he could say anything, Jian Ziyan came over, stood on tiptoe and covered his lips.
The lips were soft and warm, and Lu Wufeng's mind exploded, and all the flames were ignited in an instant.
"Ah, Ayan..." He was afraid that he had misunderstood Jian Ziyan's meaning. Even though he had endured it until the veins on the back of his hand burst, he forced himself to restrain himself and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you really..."
"Shh." Jian Ziyan blocked his mouth with a strand of her hair, her eyes charming, "I'm not that fragile now. Is it not okay for you to talk so much?"
This sound completely cut off Lu Wufeng's sanity.
…
Lu Wufeng thought that Jian Ziyan missed him, and he was even more excited and thrilled to get him back after losing him than when he first had him. He almost turned back into the young boy he was at the beginning of his two lives, being at a loss and not knowing what to do when facing his beloved.
Jian Ziyan did not refuse at all. His response made Lu Wufeng burst into tears and he kissed him almost with gratitude.
However, just when the passion was at its peak, Jian Ziyan's consciousness became blurred and he let out a faint call.
"Ah Jun..."
Lu Wufeng felt as if he had been hit hard on the head, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him, and all his enthusiasm cooled down.
He looked at Jian Ziyan and suddenly began to tremble.
Lu Wufeng and Jiang Zhijun look the same, so it is understandable that he would make a mistake.
It’s just that Jian Ziyan had never called the wrong ones before, but now under the influence of the Soul-Sealing Nail and the Soul-Locking Bell... is he confused?
Is he really confused, or has he only loved Jiang Zhijun from the beginning to the end, and accepted Lu Wufeng because he loves Jiang Zhijun as well?
Obviously, both of them were him, but Jiang Zhijun's memory was from a thousand years ago. Lu Wufeng was in such pain, but he couldn't ask. He was so heartbroken that he even vomited blood.
"Just consider it my retribution..." Lu Wufeng closed his eyes and swallowed the blood and bitterness, "So this is your revenge, A Yan."
…
Not long after Lu Wufeng fell asleep, Jian Ziyan opened his eyes.
Just as he was about to stand up, he paused for a moment. Sensing the discomfort in his body, he transformed into a fox and lightly jumped out of Lu Wufeng's arms.
He stood on the ground, looked up at Lu Wufeng lying on the bed, finally closed his eyes and rubbed his hand on the bed with his furry head.
Then he turned around and resolutely ran towards the moonlight.
In the dungeon of Xuanyun Palace, the tortured Hua Chi suddenly opened his crazy eyes and let out a low laugh.
"Tai Sui Fei, you are finally here."
…
Before Lu Wufeng woke up, he habitually clasped his arms together, wanting to hug the person next to him.
However, he found nothing.
The cold air suddenly sobered him up. He sat up and looked around the empty room. He suddenly realized something and his eyes darkened.
He rushed out of the room and just as he descended Lingzhao Peak, he saw Haochu standing not far away with his hands behind his back. His eyes seemed empty, but also seemed to be looking into the distance.
Lu Wufeng paused and asked coldly, "Did you do this?"
Haochu turned around and let Lu Wufeng see his slightly red eyes.
"Yes." He admitted frankly, "That is his wish. You can't do that for your own selfish wishes..."
"Do you know what he is going to do?" Lu Wufeng roared, "You would rather let him die than suppress the Demon Lord for him to give him a chance to survive?!"
Haochu remained silent. He and Lu Wufeng had different ideas. If they continued talking, it would just be a meaningless argument.
And now that the time has come, I'm afraid everything is over.
Lu Wufeng also realized this. He glared at Haochu fiercely, turned around and flew towards the dungeon.
As he expected, Miao Chu, or Hua Chi, was no longer here.
Lu Wufeng tried his best to calm himself down. He had not canceled the tracking spell he had cast on Jian Ziyan. Although his spiritual power was weak now, as long as he concentrated...
He closed his eyes, and the next moment, his figure disappeared in Xuanyun Palace.
As soon as he stood still, Lu Wufeng opened his eyes immediately, and what he saw was the familiar hall of Xiaogu Palace. He looked around hastily, and saw the figure with his head lowered, sitting on the throne of the Demon Lord.
Lu Wufeng's heart trembled, and it took him a long time to command his legs and feet to slowly walk over there.
"Ayan?"
He tried to speak, but got no response.
He shuddered, took a few big steps to the throne, and shivered as he gently touched Jian Ziyan's shoulder.
Jian Ziyan's body immediately tilted down limply, and Lu Wufeng immediately half-knelt on the ground and caught him.
Lu Wufeng trembled as he tried to hold up Jian Ziyan's face, but his tentacles were sticky and wet, and a strong fragrance spread out, which was the smell of Jian Ziyan's blood.
Deep panic spread from his whole body. Lu Wufeng lowered his eyes with trembling eyes and saw that his hands were soaked in blood, and more blood was still flowing out of Jian Ziyan's body and mouth.
"...Ayan?"
Lu Wufeng's voice was as soft as a whisper, and his words and sentences were trembling.
"Don't scare me, Ayan, wake up. Didn't I save you? Please, don't do this to me..."
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I am very cruel to the Immortal King, but it is not over yet.
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