The Anarchic Consort Chapter 1022: His Royal Highness

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"Yeah, what's the matter with this kid?" Another boss, Caso, bent his slender fingers, and was about to poke the soft face, when Baili Shangxie turned around, avoiding the action.

Caso lowered his mouth and muttered: "It won't work if you touch it."

Bai Li Shang Xie looked at him blankly, his voice was neither lukewarm nor cold: "You are a **** of death, and the anger in your body does not affect him well."

"That's it?" Caso wrinkled his face, why didn't he know there was such a saying.

Bing is obviously more reliable, thinning the notes in his hand, without a hint of temperature in his voice: "He hasn't been civilized yet and your physique is different, but your father's demon nature is too strong, which has affected him. Put him in the coffin first. If your father can come back, everything will be easy."

Bai Li Shang Xie did not speak, nor refused to deal with death as before.

To him now, nothing is more important than his younger brother.

Bai Li Shangxie bent his waist rod and put Helian Qingchen, who is younger than himself, into the softest coffin, without leaving, watching the little man next to him.

Helian Qingchen felt uncomfortable, so he fed him the prepared water, touching the little man's head with his fingers, as if he was coaxing people.

Caso shook his head in disbelief: "I didn't expect this vicious kid to be a brother."

"He used to only know about cannibalism, demons are like this." Bing's voice was very deep: "Especially the demons after demonization, often do not have their own consciousness to do a lot of things that make you regret, more What's more, he is a purebred demon. Killing is only a means of survival for him. Demons are inherently cunning and selfish. Don't you also like them?"

Caso smiled: "I really don't like them, but compared to humans, demons are not the dirtiest, so if this matter can be solved perfectly, we probably don’t need to take action? I don’t want it. Fighting against that man, you will only lose miserably in the end, even Lord Yama did not win, right? But with ice, it might last a long time."

"Don't use your cowherd voice to speak in front of me." Bing pushed the glasses on the high nose bridge: "It won't fight, everything has variables."

Are there variables?

Caso looked out the window. Yeah, that person should show up.

The Grim Reapers are right.

At the bottom of the underworld, a man indeed came at the end of Manjusawa.

He is no longer dressed in ancient times. Wearing a white shirt and coffee-colored trousers, he is as clean as a moon hanging in the sky, warm and full of jade.

Behind him was a gloomy little man who was holding a little gourd with thick dark circles under his eyes. He was obviously a ghost, but he was holding on to him. This movement of the man's sleeves looks particularly cute.

The long silver-white hair of Bailijiajue was dyed with jet black ink, and it hit him wet, letting the river water fill his robe and mix with the blood on his chest, motionless.

The man walked to Baili Jiajue’s side, then paused, and his gaze glided across Helian Weiwei’s face like water: "She is still the same as when she was in Tianmi Mountain. As long as she encounters you, the first reaction Just to protect you."

Bai Li Jiajue slowly raised his head, his voice was deep: "Jing Wushuang?"

"It's rare to see you so embarrassed." Jing Wushuang said to Baili Jiajue, but he never looked away from Helian Weiwei. It was the gentleness that had been indulged for thousands of years: "This way If she did, she didn’t give it in vain. Do you know why she took the Buddha bones back then? Because she didn’t want to follow the orders of the Buddha to hunt you."

Bali Jiajue was shocked suddenly, her fingers tightened, as if she had lost all consciousness.

"Since I knew her, she could only live on Tianmi Mountain, unlike other people. She didn't have her own palace. The huge Prajna snowfield was where she practiced. When she was very young, I like to eat steamed buns very much. Every time I hold the steamed buns and sit under me and gnaw quietly. The people of Buddhism and Taoism never play with her." Jing Wushuang retracted his gaze and placed it on Baili Jiajue’s Face: "But, she always goes to that place, like looking for someone."

"Before, I always thought that I knew her earlier, but later I realized that the person she was looking for was you." Jing Wushuang squatted down and looked at Helian Weiwei with his eyes: "She always talks to others It’s not the same. So many people enter the Buddha in Tianmi Mountain. Who doesn’t want the golden lotus to protect me, but she pours the hard-earned fairy water on me. If I could meet her earlier, it would be fine. Now The person she likes will be me. Many times in Tianmi Mountain, I always think this way, desperately trying to turn into a person, but I forgot that this kind of thing has nothing to do with who I met earlier, because it made her not The lonely person, full of expressions, is you."

Bali Jiajue paused wetly, his chest seemed to be torn apart by something.

Lots of blood flowed out silently from inside.

He originally thought that when she told him to leave, it was the most painful.

However, when he saw her standing motionless in front of him, he really realized the pain that humans said.

It is like one thread after another densely covering the whole chest.

With hatred, with unwillingness, with unprecedented distress.

Jing Wushuang's eyes are deep, and his slender and white fingers are loosened. It is Phoenix's feather: "Just salvaging the soul does not guarantee that she will wake up. She needs the Buddha's voice to gather the soul. I came back to her The fate planted in me, in the future, treat her well."

The words fell, Jing Wushuang stood up.

He didn't look at the following picture again.

The little man followed behind him incomprehensibly, staring at him with wide eyes: "Master, why don't you see her, you have obviously wanted to see that adult for a long time."

"She doesn't need it anymore." Jing Wushuang stretched out his hand and rubbed the little man's head. There was a desolation in his eyes: "That's good, I don't want her to think she owes me a debt."

The little man doesn't understand why emotions are so complicated.

But the little man knows very well that if it wasn't for Helian Weiwei's effort, the master would never come back.

Now that the master has returned everything to the adult, it should be over.

How can it be over?

That 10,000-step road to worship Buddha, bow down devoutly.

Not everyone can do it.

The little person who is a complaining infant will not understand what Helian Weiwei is to Jing Wushuang.

Sometimes it is because it is too important.

Only then choose to quit silently and retreat to the position of a good friend, so that she feels that she no longer owes anything...

For the readers: May 11, 2016 at 23 o'clock: 18 second update, meme da