1novels Chapter 60
Chapter 60
As his strength diminished, He Zecheng felt that his body was about to melt, forcing him to grit his teeth and rush to Panxing Sect.
He couldn't use his spell power now, and his spell power started to become chaotic, so he had to rely on his feet to get to the Panxing Sect.
Because of the death of the contractors and the death of those who praised his name, Kazawa Makoto's title of "Lord of Evil" also began to collapse, causing his body, the container that is the meaning of the curse to belong to the flesh, to also begin to collapse.
who is it?Who did it? !He Zecheng thought furiously, and at the same time quickly arrived at the door of the Panxing Sect.
At this time, He Zecheng's body was already beginning to crumble. Looking at the tall and slender figure at the door, he walked over with a sullen face and staggering steps.
Today's weather is not good, it is around 7 o'clock in the morning, and the weather is still gray, covered with oppressive dark blue clouds.
A wet earthy smell vaguely floated in the air, He Zecheng's lungs were filled with this unspeakable discomfort, and he walked towards the person at the door step by step.
A young man with blond hair and red robes stood quietly at the door of the Panxing Sect. He was looking at him with a light smile, and looked at him intently and vaguely. Lifting her delicate chin, she waited condescendingly for him to approach.
He Zecheng's eyes widened. In the shaking field of vision, streams of bright red blood flowed down from the steps like small waterfalls, meandering past the feet of the blond young man obediently, stirring He Zecheng's brain as if Lost signal, filled with dense snowflake-like chaos.
--All?die?up.
He Zecheng clearly realized this fact, and with the loss of his title of "Lord of Evil", his feelings rushed into his heart like a dam suddenly bursting.
regret.He Zecheng was extremely remorseful. He regretted that he had softened his heart at the time, and he had listened to Xia Youjie's words, and bestowed the magic power on these children who were originally ordinary people, so that they would be bewitched by Xia Youjie to participate in such vile crimes as the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk——
Even today he was killed.
He Zecheng felt that his heart was shattered again, he wanted to kneel down and suffer, but he couldn't.
He Zecheng looked at the young man in the hand of the blond-haired youth, and had to force himself to cheer up and try to mediate with this devil.
He had to save Che, and try his best to redeem his guilt, and he could redeem a little bit.
The one caught in the hands of the blond youth was Ichino Toru, the kid who tried his best to rescue the child imprisoned by Xia Youjie regardless of his own safety.
After the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts, Xia Youjie once asked him if he wanted to study in a college, but Ichino refused him indifferently.
He will wait here for Master He Ze to come back.
Ichino Toru became the new leader of the Panxing Sect. He lived in seclusion all day long, ignoring the restlessness of his partners who were unwilling to be lonely from time to time, and just silently waited for the person who might never come back to come back one day.
Then "Kasawa-sama" really came back.
"Master He Ze" had an ominous seam on his forehead, his left eye was wrapped in a bandage, and the golden pupil of his right eye shone with a strange light, and he walked slowly to the center of the boys and girls.
There was a deliberately hypocritical smile on his face, the tails of his eyes were raised, and he opened the field with a wave of his hand.
Toru Ichino stared blankly at the black rain of flames that melted away his companions, forming large pools of connected blood on the ground.
Ichino Toru raised his head, facing the cold and murderous golden pupil, his breathing was stagnant, and just as he was about to escape, a hand pinched his neck.
"It was you who really caused his misfortune." Ichino Toru said indifferently when he heard the man who resembled He Zecheng as if he was a twin.
Although the man didn't say who "he" was, Toru Ichino knew that this was referring to the real Kazawa-sama.
Ichino Toru clenched his teeth, feeling a sudden sourness in his heart.
It was because he threatened death when he was young that He Zecheng had to show his talent of giving people spells, so that he was finally used by Xia Youjie, and now his life and death are unknown.
"So? What are you going to do?" Toru Ichino suppressed those memories and forced himself to be calm.
The man laughed lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Since you are his student, not only will I not kill you, but I will save your life."
Ichino Toru suddenly felt a little flustered. He ignored the pain of his neck bone being pinched and struggled:
"What do you want to do? I won't let you do any harm to Lord Kazawa!"
"What are you doing?" Ichinoto looked up into the man's field of vision and saw his red lips hooked up, with a tinge of insidiousness in the corner of his mouth, "Of course it's to do what you did before, and do it for you again." Once again."
"I think you will like it." There was a false smile on the man's face, and the golden eyes that were not wrapped in bandages flickered, "because I like it very much."
Ichino Toru was dragged across the blood-stained bluestone road. He struggled in fear, and seemed to see a spider weaving a web slowly among the neglected bushes beside the road...
"You came to look for me, Junko, let him go." He Zecheng staggered up to the blond young man, his legs softened, and he knelt down on one knee in front of him with a "plop", and raised his head with difficulty , looking at him with an expression.
"Master He Ze!" Ichino shouted with red eyes, but was sent flying by the blond youth with a wave of his hand, and fell to the side of the bush without life.
"Che!" He Zecheng yelled anxiously. He subconsciously wanted to get up, but his whole body didn't listen at all, making him fall to the ground like a broken doll.
"Don't worry, he's fine." The blond young man said lightly.
The blond-haired young man walked down the stairs slowly and gracefully, walked up to him, chuckled and pinched his chin, and tickled his chin with his index finger teasingly like scratching the neck of a pet.
He Zecheng looked at his embarrassed figure reflected in his golden pupils, his eyelashes trembled, and the unconcealable hatred leaked from his eyes.
The blond young man didn't care about his appearance, but smiled happily:
"In the end, you came back to me."
"Isn't this the result of your calculations?" He Zecheng said coldly, "You know that I will definitely notice if you kill them, right?"
The blond young man smiled and didn't deny it. He just looked at him with lowered eyes, then sat down on the ground, held his face face to face with him, and said softly:
"You hate me?"
"Shouldn't I?! Junko! Shouldn't I hate you?!" He Zecheng seemed to erupt suddenly, tears fell from his eyes uncontrollably, and he roared at the blond young man, as if the last whine , "You always force me to be sad, force me to hate you! Shouldn't I hate you?!"
The blond youth laughed:
"It's good that you care about me so much, I'm satisfied? So—"
He Zecheng's heart skipped a beat, and he yelled at him:
"You'd better not mess around, Junko! Otherwise I—"
The malicious words of the blond young man made He Zecheng's voice disappear suddenly, and he said:
"So, kid, I want to give you a reward~"
"No!" He Zecheng's face was full of tears, shaking his head trying to resist the approach of the blond young man, "Don't come, don't come!"
However, the blond young man lowered his eyes and rubbed his chin, with a smile that was not a smile on his lips, slowly lowered his head, and kissed him...
Ichino Toru woke up from a sharp pain, he let out a weak □□, and felt as if all the bones in his body were broken.
Of course not, the force of the man who threw him was very clever. Although he felt pain all over his body, there were actually not many injuries other than bruises.
Ichino Toru endured the pain and slowly climbed out of the bushes, eager to confirm the situation of He Zecheng.
He staggered to the door, held on to the door frame, and just stood up, the following scene made him stunned:
The red and black blood flows down the bluestone steps, and below, there are two blond youths who are like twins, close together like two twin flowers.
The blond young man in a white shirt and black trousers was pressed on the shoulder by the blond young man in the red robe, and he leaned back slightly in the kiss. The tears on his face seemed to have been hit by rain and dew for the first time, with a seductive wet smell.
Ichino Toru's eyes slowly opened wide, and he covered his mouth, blocking the gasp that he was about to blurt out.
He took a step back and hid behind the door, peeping with an inexplicable thought.
He Zecheng felt a hand ruthlessly and forcefully stretched into his chest, pinching his heart.
Tears kept falling from his eyes, fear, sadness, self-deprecating, mixed emotions captured him like a net woven by Junko just for him.
Yan Suo gently opened He Zecheng's lips, looked into his dark eyes, paused, got up and hugged him horizontally, and walked away slowly...
Fuheshier got drunk at the bar.
He looks wildly handsome, with disheveled black hair, lazily hiding a piercing sharpness in his eyes, 1.9 meters tall, and an excellent figure, which especially attracts the attention of men and women who come out to have fun.
Coupled with his current heartbroken appearance of a prodigal son who lost his love, it has attracted people to follow up with malicious intentions, wanting to take advantage of the vacancy and take the opportunity to conquer the heart of a prodigal son.
Fuheshier turned a deaf ear to the flirtatious words and hints of the men and women around him, anyway, he drank wine when someone ordered it, and he drank it when someone poured it, as if he would not refuse anyone who came.
However, he can't get drunk no matter what-the sky and the constitution of the curse can't get drunk.
This made the expressions of the men and women surrounding him gradually change from malicious joy to astonishing amazement, so that they finally left one after another resentfully.
Fuheshier slammed on the bar, startling the bartender, but bent back to the bar in frustration, buried his face in his arms, his curved and bulging back made him look like a strong black panther .
With his eyes closed, he tried hard to outline the blond cursing appearance in his mind, but suddenly felt the abnormal and sudden loss of the curse power on his body, followed by a burst of strong anxiety and panic.
Fu Heisher stood up abruptly, his pupils constricted, and he murmured in shortness of breath:
"Sincere!"
Something happened to He Zecheng.
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感谢在2022-01-1122:58:10~2022-01-1221:4:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of staying up late online;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!