The Brave Master Is the Demon King

　　 Changsheng cross-legged in front of a field full of white bones, and the machete in front of him fell on the ground. The devil also noticed that he quietly took out a handful of flax hair and placed it on the ground.

　　 "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you, and there is no way to put you in peace. I hope you will have no worries in the next life and free from the suffering of the world."

　　 He lowered his head, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly stood up.

　　 At this time, two people stood behind him, the Demon King and Rena.

　　 "Let's go, it is not suitable to stay here for long."

　　 Lingna frowned slightly, half of her body hidden behind the master, poking out her head weakly looking at Chang Sheng's face, she saw two lines of faint tears.

　　 Changsheng also noticed Rena's gaze, smiled at her, and touched her head.

　　 The Demon King also turned and left. Before Rena left, she looked back and saw a hollow bone facing her, scared her hair stiff, speeded up her footsteps and followed the two of them.

　　 Shortly after the two left, among a pile of rocks, a blood-covered monster moved. Wu Gan was not dead yet, it opened its eyes and gritted its teeth.

　　 It saw its own shattered staff and broken body, black blood ran all over the place, it was not dead, but it was coming soon.

　　 Just then, a yellow cat appeared in front of it.

　　 "You are dying."

　　 This cat actually spoke human words, which is really creepy.

　　 "Get off."

　　 There was a deep voice in his dry throat.

　　 "My master thought you were very useful, so he saved your life."

　　 The cat continued.

the host?

　　 Wu Qian had doubts in his heart, but soon he thought of that terrible human being, wearing black clothes, exuding the breath of death.

　　 "Is he not a human?"

　　 "Yes, the master is the greatest existence. If you are willing to surrender to him, he can heal your wounds and give you powerful power. Do you desire power?"

　　 A cold light flashed across the kitten's eyes.

　　 Wu Qian did not speak, it just looked at each other quietly, but its vision was getting darker.

　　 "You are running out of time."

　　 It blinked and its consciousness was almost taken away. It knew what it would mean if it lost consciousness at this time.

　　 Wugan opened his mouth.

　　 "I am willing to follow the strong."

　　 Kitten showed a weird smile upon hearing this.

　　 "Drink it so that you will always be the master and servant, and you will never be able to resist his orders."

　　 The kitten suddenly spit out a black bottle, and there were some very disturbing impurities floating in the black liquid.

　　 Wugan exerted the last bit of strength, bit the bottle with his mouth, and directly broke the glass, and the black liquid swallowed in with the broken glass.

　　 Suddenly, red markings appeared on its neck, like burning iron.

　　 "Ah!!! Ah!!!"

　　 It struggled, black smoke came out of the wounds all over its body.

"what!!"

Suddenly, I don’t know where the strength came from, Wu Qian stood up directly, his dry body suddenly swelled, and his gray face instantly returned to his blood. After the intense pain, the sky cleared like rain in an instant. He feels great, and he feels unstoppable strength, as if he is a few decades younger.

　　 He took a deep breath and looked at her body in disbelief, red lines all over her body, some unknown substances gathered on her belly, emitting bursts of red light.

　　 "The master left you a task."

　　 Kitten said suddenly.

　　 I am bound to do it.

　　 Wu Qian immediately knelt down on one knee, and a look of excitement appeared on his face.

　　……

　　 "That village, I stayed for a while when I was young."

　　 Changsheng said as he walked with a long grass in his mouth.

　　 "Is that your hometown?"

　　 Rena asked.

　　 "No, I have no hometown or relatives. I am a baby abandoned by travellers. I was raised by a wandering artist and wandered in that village for a while."

　　 said, Changsheng took a breath, and the grass in his mouth flew out and suddenly settled in the air.

　　 "I can also guess why they abandoned me. My ability is a nightmare for people who drive horse-drawn carriages."

　　 The devil nodded, and imagined a moving carriage. The things on it suddenly freeze in place, but the carriage continues to move.

　　 "What is a wandering artist? Is it also the one lying on the ground?"

　　 Rena asked curiously.

　　 "No, it's different from yours."

　　 The devil tapped her on the head lightly.

　　 Changsheng smiled slightly, he took out a flute from his pocket, put it gently to his mouth, and blew it. Suddenly the music that Rena heard before rang again.

　　 "Yes! That's it! Master! This is what I want to say."

Rena said excitedly. The devil listened indifferently. There was a faint sadness in the beautiful flute sound, as if a girl in white was standing on the top of a flower-filled hill, saying goodbye to herself, even Rena idiot couldn’t help shutting up the noise. A non-stop mouth, listening carefully.

"sounds so good."

　　 After the flute stopped, Rena clapped her hands and said.

　　 "Why does this bamboo sound?"

　　 Rena asked curiously.

　　 "This is a musical instrument. I lived on it when I was young."

　　 "Hey?! Can you play for me?"

　　 Changsheng smiled and said, "Yes."

　　 He wiped the flute and handed it to Rena. Rena played with it curiously and found that there were many small holes on it.

　　 "Just blow this hole."

　　 she asked.

　　 "Well, but there are some doorways in it..."

　　 Before longevity was finished, Rena took a sharp breath, as if she was about to dive and hold her breath. Then she blew it suddenly, and the flute made a mournful sound.

Snapped!

　　 The demon lord’s iron fist hit Rena’s head.

　　 "Don't mess around."

　　 Rena showed a grieved expression, and the flute in her hand was all saliva.

　　 "Hurry up and return it to others, remember to say sorry."

　　 "It's... I'm sorry."

　　 Rena said aggrievedly.

　　 Changsheng laughed and said, "No, this flute will be given to you. Anyway, it is very old."

　　 "Hey! Master, look, Brother Changsheng is so good."

　　 "Then you have to wash it up, too."

"Hey!"

　　 Changsheng smiled and looked at the two masters and apprentices, and suddenly remembered what happened when he was a child.

　　 The long and hard flute sound came from the village, mixed with the sound of chickens, ducks and geese in the village.

　　 There is no gain today.

　　 Changsheng sat at the head of the village. He was wearing clothes full of holes, like a beggar. Children passing by either laughed or threw stones at him.

　　 Just then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a white steamed bun appeared in front of him.

　　 "You are hungry, eat."

　　 A little girl of his age appeared in front of him, holding a bowl with a white steamed bun on it.

　　 Her name is Hongyan, her mother is a tailor, and her father is a farmer.

　　 "Hey, how to blow this thing, can you teach me not."

　　 The red goose was playing with Changsheng's flute and Changsheng chewing on dried buns. When he was about to say something, the other party took an exaggerated breath and blew it on the flute. There was a harsh noise.

　　 It was the first time they met. The people in the village were very good. Changsheng helped them herd cattle and sheep in exchange for buns. They slept in the cowshed at night for a long time.

　　Until a warrior came to the village, he was wearing a long gown and carrying a cold sword, and at a glance he fell in love with Changsheng, and took him to the Jiwu Sect to practice.

　　 "After you finish your studies, come back and marry me, okay."

　　 Hongyan cried very badly, her nose and eyes were red. She took a pair of scissors, cut a piece of hair, and stuffed it in Changsheng's hand.

　　 That was the first time he saw a red goose crying, and it was the last time.

　　 Changsheng sighed lightly and looked up at the sky.

　　 Today he is twenty and she is eighteen, but Changsheng will never see her again.

　　 "Big Brother Changsheng! If you don't leave, leave you alone."

　　 Rena's voice came from afar, Changsheng recovered, and he smiled slightly.

"Wait for me."

　　 He walked quickly to the two, leaving a tear in place.