For Wei Yaoshuo, this person in his arms is all the light in his life.
He has never seen his parents and relatives. Ever since he can remember, the choking smoke, the inexhaustible corridor, the cold and damp bedding, the cold and hard steamed buns, the scolding and whipping of the masters... These constitute the life of his life. all.
He knew from a young age that he was a man of mediocre aptitude, which could even be described as dull. He has been pondering for a year on the introduction of Qi into the body without a teacher;
Trash, idiot—everyone called him that.
In this cultivation world where the strong are respected, he is just a piece of dust, an ant, and he is clearly full of great unwillingness and great resentment, but he still has to rack his brains to flatter and try his best to A despicable person who can keep himself alive if he pleases him.
.It wasn't until he was ten years old that he met him.
The man who made himself scarred, but just carried him out of the dangerous restricted area.
The man used the most gentle technique to stop the blood flow from the wound on his chest, and propped up his body with his thin but firm arms.
He still remembered the width of the shoulders of the boy who was three years older than him; he still remembered the words that the boy said to him with a smile when he carried him on his back: "The sun is drying your ass! Junior brother wake up, senior brother will take you go home!"
He didn't know what home was at that time, let alone what love was.
He only knew that from that day on, he had to be him.
After that, no matter how exquisite the healing technique he mastered, the scar on his chest would never be removed, and even the color never faded.
.At a young age, he knew very well that this person was very powerful. He had only been in the sect for three years, and he was personally appointed as an apprentice by the Ritian sect's most virtuous person, Chang Yuan; he also knew very well that he was too mediocre. After ten years of fighting, he is still an insignificant outer disciple.
He knew it all, but so what?
He wanted to catch up with him, catch him, protect him, even... possess him.
He began to practice like crazy, he practiced a thousand times when others practiced the heart method a hundred times; he practiced 10,000 times when others practiced sword poses a thousand times.
Even if his head is bleeding, even if his body is bruised and bruised, he just wants to be a little closer to this person, a little closer...
During that period of time, he seemed to have opened his mind, and his cultivation had advanced dramatically. At the age of fifteen, he was able to break out of the siege and became the third inner disciple of Master Chang Yuan.
.With the same identity as this person, Wei Yaoshuo's world was filled with light the moment he stood beside him.
However, just like Wei Yaoshuo fixed his gaze on this person for a moment, the shadow of another person was reflected in those aura-filled black eyes.
When he realized this, he was about to go crazy with jealousy.
But what can he do? He is the best junior brother in his eyes, the most obedient junior junior and the most sensible junior junior whom he loves. After taking off the "shidi" layer, what kind of identity can he use to continue to stay in this person's heart? ?
He can only keep getting stronger for him, and keep chasing in the footsteps of the big brother in order to make him look at him.
.He buried the jealousy that was burning like a fire in his heart, he suppressed all his filthy desires, wore the gentlest mask, and was the best junior and junior in this person's heart.
Of course, he is not willing to give up, just because he has no fear. He is not in a hurry, because he knows that the big brother loves their little sister.
He looked at this man's lonely expression when he was in love with his senior brother, he felt distressed and pityed, but he couldn't stop the twisted pleasure that came out from the depths of his heart.
"Turn around and look at me, brother."
"Look at me, brother."
God knows how obsessed he is with those eyes.
He was so kind to him that he felt that one day he would get it.
But he found he was wrong.
Ten years ago, this man became a demon. .To be precise, he was originally a demon, and it was because of the big brother that he became a monk.
When this person left Ritian and sent back to the Demon Domain, he chased after him without saying a word.
The moment he stepped into the Demon Realm and saw the endless demonic energy being incorporated into his dantian, and his cultivation greatly increased, he realized that——
It turned out that he also had the blood of the Demon Race, just like him.
He finally knew why it was difficult for him to cultivate in the first place, just because anyone who is a demon cannot be without obsession.
He was so excited that he even thought it was a fate.
Wei Yaoshuo knew that Junior Sister was not harmed by him. He was so kind and easy-hearted, how could he possibly do such a thing.
But he still chose to keep silent, just smiled and watched the senior brother hated him deeply, and the two turned against each other.
.As Wei Yaoshuo, he announced his retreat, and concealed his identity. He started to kill in the demon realm where the weak eat the weak. He stepped on countless corpses and walked step by step to a place very close to this person.
In the world of demons, the strong are respected, and there are also three, six, nine and so on. It took him eight years to become the lord of the Demon Domain, and he was willing to be his blade for his own use. In the ninth year, he helped him become a Demon Lord.
In the tenth year, just when Wei Yaoshuo thought he could slowly own this person in this way, he found out that he was wrong again.
So wrong!
It turned out that he loved the big brother so much, even at the risk of his own life!
On that day, when he was rescued from the cliff, Wei Yaoshuo smiled, the hurricane raging in his eyes.
There is no next time. He swore to himself.
.In this world, there is no such thing as the best junior brother.
This person belongs to him, everything about this person is his!
tie him up! tie him up! Imprison him! Break his legs - whatever!
He never wanted to leave his side again!
In Ling Yunfeng's cabin, Wei Yaoshuo held the person in his arms for a long time, and this person had long since fallen asleep because of Wei Yaoshuo's magic.
Wei Yaoshuo picked Mi Dao up and put him back on the bed, knelt down on one knee, and took off his shoes and socks for him. Wei Yaoshuo then got up, covered him with a quilt, looked at him for a long time, leaned down, and kissed his forehead lightly:
"Senior brother, when the demons settle down here, Ah Shuo will take you home."
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Early in the morning, the sound of birds chirped into the windowsill, mixed with a system prompt:
"Ding!.The host's HP recovers to 100%, triggering the passive skill: Demon Lord of the World, which automatically clears all negative states. "
Mi Da opened his eyes.
Mi Dao: "Everything, report the time?"
System: "...Di! It's game time: Hidden plot line 6th day at 6:06 in the morning."
Mi Dao: "Hey, 666."
system:"……"
Mi Dao sat up from the bed, looked around, and found that Wei Yaoshuo was not there.
Looking at the neatly arranged clothes, shoes and socks by the bed, he was silent for two seconds, then squinted his eyes and touched his chin and asked, "Tong, if I run away again, will I be packed and stuffed back to the bed by Wei Yaoshuo again? Come?"
The system said categorically: "No."
Mi Dao was shocked: "You actually believe me so much! I-I'm so moved!"
.The system continued with a calm expression: "You will only be decompressed by him and stuffed back into the bed."
Mi Dao: "...666.