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There was a loud cracking sound, which made the entire stone house shake, and in the violent shaking, the demon lord's brows furrowed, and he looked up, and couldn't help but let out a "huh".

In the violent trembling, the qi and blood around Xu Lin's body surged, and he couldn't help but subconsciously think, could it be that the rectangular palace above the stone house, that is, the top of the abyss, had collapsed?

But the tremor came and went quickly, but in the blink of an eye, the stone house returned to its previous silence, as if nothing had been born at all.

The demon lord's head was still raised, and there was finally a trace of waves in his eyes, more precisely, it was a look of surprise, but in the eyes of Xu Lin and others, it was not a good sign, could it be that there was still a big demon in this unlucky place?

When the demon lord's gaze fell and stayed on Xu Lin's face again, Xu Lin's heart tightened again, this matter was not over yet!

For a superior person, the life and death of an ordinary person is too insignificant, just one reason, or a whim at some time, then the end of this person has been decided.

"I'm expecting something from you. After staring at Xu Lin for a long time, the demon lord suddenly said.

However, listening to Xu Lin's ears, somehow, it was so uncomfortable, and it was a story of seeds and fruits?

The Bloodstained Daoist likes to plant a seed, and then waits for it to grow and bear fruit, knowing that the moment the fruit is ripe, the Bloodstained Daoist will be full of joy. And he was very intoxicated to taste the taste of the fruit, such as throwing Xu Lin to the blood demon of the previous generation like a dog.

The demon lord said such words at this time, that is, he was the same as the bloodstained Daoist!

Xu Lin cursed the other party in his heart, and hated it to the extreme!

Xu Lin, who pretended to have an ecstatic smile on his face and a respectful attitude like a grandson, hurriedly thanked him, and the corners of the demon lord's mouth turned up: "If one day I appear, this fruit is not what I expected, I think you will know your end." ”

"Then if it's the same as you hope, how much better will the ending be?" When this sentence came out, Xu Lin stopped pretending, because he suddenly appeared, no matter how he behaved, he seemed to be seen through by the man in front of him effortlessly.

The demon lord nodded approvingly and said, "It's interesting!"

After speaking, he ignored Xu Lin and strode forward, but he walked out of the secret room in the stone wall, and when he walked away, Xu Lin's heart was extremely happy, this guy was really not imprisoned here, and he could act so freely, so the six-pointed star on the ground, as well as the talisman carving on the stone wall, are all jokes?

Glaring at Xu Lin and the others fiercely, this red snake quickly followed behind the demon lord, and vigilantly observed Xu Lin and the others from time to time, just like a loyal vicious dog, always on guard against external dangers for the master.

The demon lord did not walk out of the corridor, but walked in room by room. Everywhere they went, they would stop and watch something carefully, until Xu Lin and the others approached the house again, and suddenly appeared, the murals that had disappeared long ago reappeared again, and the color was so vivid, and the depiction of the character scenes was even more realistic and abnormal.

He stretched out his hand to touch the woman in the mural, but when it was halfway through, it stopped.

The demon lord just froze there, giving people a lonely and desolate feeling.

Xu Lin saw clearly that the woman in this mural was the one who fought against the four masters of the Demon Sect alone, and if it seemed now, for some reason there was more helplessness and despair, and the four masters of the Demon Sect did not take the lead, but just waited there, as if they were giving the woman a chance.

Thinking of this, somehow, Xu Lin suddenly figured out something, he was accidentally spared by the demon lord this time, I am afraid it is also thanks to this woman's blessing.

"Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine. The city is full of spring palace walls and willows, the east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a sorrow, a few years away, wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. The peach blossoms are falling, the idle pond pavilion, although the mountain league is here, the brocade book is difficult to trust, Mo, Mo, Mo!"

The demon lord who withdrew his hand gently whispered such sad and helpless poems, and looked at the woman in the mural with sadness in his eyes.

Every one of her actions, every look she has in the painting, seems to be so vivid and familiar, the scenes from the past, the past, her smile when we get along together, as well as her sadness and persistence, are all presented in front of me at this time.

The demon lord watched quietly like that, and on that seemingly resolute face, it made people feel an inexplicable sadness.

"The world is thin, the people are evil, the rain sends the dusk flowers to fall easily; the wind is dry, the tears are remnant, the desire to write about the heart, and the monologue is oblique. Hard, hard, hard!

People are different, today is not yesterday, the sick soul is often like a swing rope, the horn is cold, the night is dark, afraid of people to ask, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!"

Xu Lin listened quietly, but Lu Jiaorong was already stupid.

I haven't felt it for a long time, that kind of sad and sad sorrow, when it came to my heart again, but it was such a pain, Lu Jiaorong's eyes were hazy with tears, and a man's depression could make people feel so sad.

"Back then, looking at it now, those self-righteous pride in the past, when facing her, turned out to be nothing, now think about it, what else do I have?"

The demon lord muttered to himself, looking at the woman in the mural, a wry smile and self-deprecation appeared on his face, which was a sentiment for himself in the past and present, and also for the present.

It seemed to feel the sadness of its master, and the red snake that followed closely beside him let out a hoarse low sound, although it sounded a little cold and gloomy to others, and at this time, it turned out that it was also sad, for its owner, but also for the woman in the painting.

"Who is she? your lover?" asked very rudely, but Lu Jiaorong couldn't help but ask.

Without turning around, the demon lord still looked at the woman in the mural, and smiled miserably: "In those days, there was a time when she was! My love! And then after a while, we became enemies who either died or I died, but now, she is still my lover, the only lover." ”

The bitter words are very hard, but to Xu Lin and others, it is a taste.

In this passage, there is a story with twists and turns, two sad people are hidden, and two stories that love each other but can't be together.

Lu Jiaorong wanted to ask again, but she didn't, because she couldn't bear it.

If memory is painful, then it is a sharp sword that will pierce the heart with one arrow and no mercy!

"I remember that my predecessor was born in the Sword Washing Pavilion, so the woman in this painting is ...... sect."

This was asked by Xu Lin, a little ruthless, but Xu Lin had many doubts in his heart, forcing him to do it, and even more, it was the pleasure of revenge, and it was also the only revenge that Xu Lin, who was now weak as an insect, could make!

"Her name is Lin Yanran, the flowers are blooming, and she is as her name suggests, and when I first met her in the Washing Sword Pavilion, I knew that she was there, and that was where I was going. ”

When the past is recalled, it is always accompanied by sweetness and sadness.

The face of the demon lord is so lonely that only when they look at the woman in the mural, people may forget that this is the person who almost changed the world.

"With her, you can forget a qiē in the world, there have been a few times, I thought I would live like this with her to become an immortal Taoist couple, but I have doubts in my heart!"

Xu Lin suddenly remembered that Wang Dazhu had told him a story about the demon lord before, how the demon lord, who was originally a core disciple of the Sword Washing Pavilion, had doubts about the way of the sword itself.

Washing the Sword Pavilion is the beginning of the Sword Sect, and it is also the sect that pushes the sword cultivation to the extreme. But the demon lord, who is the core disciple of the Sword Washing Pavilion, has the question of why he must be obsessed with the sword, in fact, this is a doubt about the existence of the Sword Washing Pavilion itself, a disciple who has ambiguity about the sect, how can the sect let him live?

So the Demon Lord defected!

One is a disobedient person who the Sword Washing Pavilion has specified to hunt down, and the other is an excellent disciple of the Sword Washing Pavilion, how can she not kill him?

This is a helpless and tortuous story, and I believe that the two people in the story have been accompanied by unspeakable pain.

Every time you face each other, every time you fight and kill each other, what kind of struggle and pain you have in your heart, only the parties concerned will deeply understand.

"This is my place of captivity, an unknowable place, a secret place, but also her grave. ”

The demon lord smiled miserably, his smile full of sadness.

"Back then, when she was facing my four disciples, even if she watched her fellow disciples fall in front of her one by one, she didn't have the slightest heart to fight, only a heart to die. ”

Closing his eyes, he seemed to be recalling the scene at that time, remembering the glance when the two looked at each other, and in that glance, the demon lord saw relief and saw a trace of relief, that is, at that glance, the demon lord's heart was dead.

Lin Yanran flew up, and the four disciples of the Demon Lord could only wander around her, not daring to be ruthless, because they knew what she meant to the Demon Lord.

On the one hand, the Sword Washing Pavilion sect has the grace of nurturing Lin Yanran, and on the other hand, it is his true lover, two contradictory points, two points that cannot be reconciled.

Lin Yanran was sandwiched in the middle, no matter which side she could abandon, so she chose to abandon herself.

Lin Yanran's last glance was at the Demon Lord, and it was that glance that made her completely understand that she could only do this.

Looking at the figure in the mural for a long time, the demon lord just looked at it affectionately, as if he had returned to the day of the year, the moment of farewell.

Xu Lin didn't say anything, Lu Jiaorong's heart was sad, such a woman, what if she made the choice at that time?

Blink of an eye at Xu Lin, who was expressionless, Lu Jiaorong suddenly realized that her situation was surprisingly similar to Lin Yanran.

If one day, when Xu Lin is in the same position as the demon lord, and he is in a dilemma, what choice will he make?

Lu Jiaorong was a little dazed for a while, but a trace of warmth suddenly came from the palm of her hand, Lu Jiaorong looked down, but it was Xu Lin who held her hand at this time.

Feeling this different kind of warmth, a smile appeared on the corner of Lu Jiaorong's mouth.

My world will have light because of Xu Lin, so if it is the same situation, let's fall into demons together!

There will be no Lin Yanran's dilemma, but what Lu Jiaorong chooses by herself is even more of a decisive extreme!