Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 332: Distorted "Love"

The phantom that disguised him is also gone...

Lu Wensheng glanced around and sighed: "It's finally over...!!!"

"Senior Brother Lu!" The disciples of the Discipline Hall rushed forward tacitly. At first, they just squeezed together to hug each other, but at the signal from someone, everyone lifted Lu Wensheng up without any hesitation.

After being thrown high several times, Lu Wensheng became flustered due to the feeling of weightlessness, causing his smooth clothes to become messy and his hair to become loose.

Lu Wensheng didn't know how many times they had encountered counterfeits, so he was not aware of the panic and anxiety they felt after being exposed again and again, and was a little confused by the disciples' enthusiasm.

However... after being put down, looking at the disciples' cheeks flushed with excitement, Lu Wensheng straightened his clothes and hair, and curled the corners of his mouth.

Let them be.

"Lu Wensheng..."

“???” Lu Wensheng paused, turned his head to look at the fog that had already dissipated a lot, and frowned - was there someone calling him from behind just now?

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"Huan is not cooperating with you?" Min Xiao supported his chin and listened to Zhou Yuan's complaints, who was obviously seriously injured, but his attitude was full of indifference.

"This tribe just has strange ideas. Don't worry about it...it might have set its sights on Lu Wensheng."

"What a waste! Even with so many phantom demons cooperating with us in Misty Mountain, we still can't do anything to them." Shi Yubai sneered, not hiding his disdain at all.

Zhou Yuan was completely numb. This year, he took the blame for his leaders 18 times, for his colleagues 26 times, and was poured cold water 72 times. However, harmonious relationships with his colleagues were his solid backing.

This is pretty good, except that it gives Zhou Yuan the illusion that he is the only one working for the great cause - do they have no one else? They always like to order him around.

When it comes to Lu Wensheng, Shi Yubai seems to be very interested: "To hunt them down, we must defeat them one by one... I have an idea with low cost and high return. Not only can it solve this variable, it is also good to contain them."

There was a pure smile flashing in Shi Yubai's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were raised. If he hadn't said it, he would have looked really innocent.

"Let's release those zombies and phantoms that have little killing power to hunt - the targets should be the mortals."

The Xiao are all evil cultivators who kill people without hesitation, but they mostly only massacre mortals when necessary. They are too lazy to kill mortals for no reason. If they have the time, they might as well capture cultivators to use. People like Shi Yubai are simply there to cause trouble for others... They can only be said to be born demons.

Shi Yubai's smile deepened: "Don't they just love to save people?" Lu Wensheng, can you help them when the time comes?

What humanity? Shi Yubai has lost it long ago. All the humanity he has is only enough to pity himself.

"Saving the people...what a grand...daydream." Min Xiao snorted and laughed, as if he had thought of something.

"They worship the immortals who have achieved enlightenment. Perhaps, we can also create an immortal who is a demon?" The vague figure of Liu Jiqian flashed through Min Xiao's mind.

Whether one is a fairy or a demon is not up to anyone to decide.

"Use a compassionate Bodhisattva as an introduction..." Min Xiao didn't know what he was thinking of, he was excited, and he could vaguely see a shadow behind him, which was baring fangs and claws.

He looked strange, imitating the movements of a worshipper, and his every move was full of sarcasm.

By that time, you will be unable to take care of yourself, so how can you save other people?

"Hey, Qu Yanhui, don't you have anything to say?" Min Xiao suddenly called out his name, and almost everyone in the room looked at Qu Yanhui who was sitting silently in the corner.

It seemed that since the incident in the pond, Min Xiao's attitude towards Qu Yanhui had become a little strange. Was it "like"? This word was a bit absurd when used on Min Xiao. It would be better to say "interest".

He likes to use some sticky names to call Qu Yanhui whenever there is something, but this is the first time he calls her by her real name.

Shi Yubai didn't want to get involved and made an excuse to leave, but Zhou Yuan didn't have the courage.

Min Xiao asked Qu Yanhui to kneel in front of him. Qu Yanhui paused, and then knelt between Min Xiao's legs with his body stiff like his puppet.

The canine teeth tore the delicate flesh, and Min Xiao lowered his head and held Qu Yanhui's lips and sucked them. The smell of blood and dirty rust spread in his mouth. Qu Yanhui was distracted for a moment, without any feeling of romance at all. His pupils trembled, and he neither responded nor resisted.

He was forced to kneel on the carpet, enduring Min Xiao's lonely and ridiculous kiss. If one ignored the extremely oppressive environment and the causes and consequences, he really was like a pious, voluntary sacrificial lamb.

Love and desire are very far away from him and him.

No one knows whether an unequal relationship maintained with distortion can give birth to such a pure heart. This kiss could perhaps be called eating.

It's too ambiguous and too bloody, it's a bite in the name of kissing.

Min Xiao's words were unclear.

"If it were you, I would kill you." The lowly human race is indeed something that people both hate and like.

Qu Yanhui's reply was also sharp.

"You'd better kill me." This conceited fellow would only be pleasing to the eye if I broke his bones and made his puppet.

Every time Qu Yanhui looked into Min Xiao's eyes, he felt the purest hatred growing in his heart.

Oh, why is he pretending to be a human and smiling at him? I really want to pin him against the wall and strangle him to death. It's disgusting to see him pretending to be so hypocritical even though he's wearing a human skin. Ah, I don't want him to be alive. I've killed him a thousand times in my mind. When will this little wish of his come true?

Qu Yanhui is truly filled with pure hatred. He hates the demon cultivators, the demon race, and every living creature. He will continue to hate Min Xiao sincerely and completely, but underneath this hatred, there is a flicker of "love" and... madness.

The most sincere and infinite "love", and - madness.

He wanted to grind Shi Yubai into meat paste, and he wanted to grind Min Xiao into meat paste and feed it to the dogs.

Hate is hotter and more twisted than love, and murderous intent is like a knife, a flowing red pulse that will connect him and him.

Zhou Yuan shuddered all over as he watched, wishing he could crawl into the crack in the rock wall. His monk’s instincts were screaming like crazy, alarm bells were ringing, and even an intimate kiss couldn’t bring out the slightest sense of ambiguity - oh no, these two were really crazy.

Min Xiao pinched Qu Yanhui's neck and laughed, and Qu Yanhui was also laughing.

Does love have to be straightforward? Is it okay to have hatred that is difficult to express?

Who can say that endless hatred is not as good as love that lasts for life and death?

What is it that is weeping in the bones? What is so thick and hot? Who knows?

(I was horrified when I read it after writing it. Both of them are pretty crazy. I hate this combination of pure hatred)

(“Love” does not mean the kind of liking. You have to taste it yourself to understand what it means specifically, hehehe)