But Shixiong Doesn’t Want To Be A Villain!

Didi: "Achieved the hidden mission ‘The morning is like a green silk and the dusk is like a snow’, and you get the ‘God’s Soul·Jeluo’."

Didi: "When memory loss is detected, it will automatically trigger'Shenpo Jero' and begin to weave the memory."

Bai Fanlu faintly felt that something was leaving fast in his mind. He tried to catch it but couldn't catch it. Is it the memory of the system?

He returned the human soul to Yun Zhan, so with the fusion of the soul, the memories of those Yun Zhan human souls are disappearing from his mind?

Does that also mean that Yun Zhan can be resurrected!

Didi: "The memory weaving is completed, and it enters the state of waiting to be awakened."

When Bai Fanlu heard the words of the system, he felt that the world in front of him was beginning to fall apart, and the thick black clouds in the sky and the bright white moonlight quickly transformed, overlapped, and rotated, forming a huge Tai Chi picture.

Bai Fanlu hurriedly went to see Yun Zhan, only to see that he was still in the thunder, and so did Ling Qingzi below.

The Taiji diagram turned faster and faster, Bai Fanlu was attracted by a huge force, and suddenly saw the vortex in the center of Taiji, he couldn't help but disappeared.

"...After successfully crossing the robbery and returning the soul to your place, you will be unstable, and you may lose your memory, or the situation next to it, or even worse, because there will be an intervention by the robbery, and no one can predict what will happen. ."

Ling Qingzi's words were still in his ears, and Bai Fanlu felt that he was undergoing certain changes.

But before he wanted to figure out what this change was, the consciousness in his mind had already begun to drain rapidly.

In a trance, a dark shadow appeared in front of him.

Bai Fanlu frowned.

The shadow was surrounded by black mist, and a pair of scarlet eyes were slightly bent at him, smiling wickedly and wickedly...

"Brother!"

When Yun Zhan woke up on the floating jade bed, he found that there was a person lying beside him.

This person looks similar to Bai Fanlu, but he is obviously not him.

As if having an extremely long dream, Yun Zhan was taken aback for a while, and said in surprise, "Where is the senior?"

A slight footstep came from the entrance of the cave, and Yun Zhan hurriedly raised his eyes to see that it was Ling Qingzi.

"..."

Yun Zhan still remembered that Han Ling was added by the Heavenly Tribulation, and the blue silk became white overnight, becoming Ling Qingzi. He also remembered that in the chess game, Han Ling separated him and Bai Fanlu, leading to the Heavenly Tribulation.

But Ling Qingzi didn't mention anything about the chess game. He walked to Yun Zhan and looked at the person on the floating jade bed.

"This is your uncle, Lu Lingjue. As you can see, he is very similar to your senior."

Yun Zhan obviously didn't care about Lu Lingjue. He asked, "Where did the brother go?"

Ling Qingzi said, "Devildom."

"Is it Bai Junming!"

Yun Zhan got up and walked outside. He felt abnormal when he crossed the catastrophe. Later, when he saw that Bai Fanlu was taken away by a black shadow, it turned out that Bai Junming really broke into the chess game.

"Yun Zhan."

Ling Qingzi still looked down at Lu Lingjue, and suddenly summoned Yun Zhan.

"Don't you hate it?"

Yun Zhan was about to leave the cave. Hearing this question, he paused, "The things in the chess game are my catastrophe, and I can't survive without the help of a master."

Human Soul kept the memory of Bai Fanlu for him, and he knew how Bai Fanlu begged Ling Qingzi to save himself.

"Furthermore, the disciple once heard that the overlapping chess games are transformed from the ancient sky, and entering the game must be the opposing black and white sides in order to complete the game."

"And the meaning of overlapping... also because the double robbery will be lowered in the end..."

Yun Zhan turned around, "So Master, I want to protect Senior Brother from letting him bear this second calamity."

Ling Qingzi said lightly, "Mo'er's devilish energy is unstable. He can't bear the second catastrophe."

Yun Zhan nodded, "So if I know well, everything in the chess game comes from the heart knot. The master is also a tribulation, and being in it is beyond the master's control, so... Master cannot be blamed. On the head."

This sentence, which was relieved on the surface but was actually unwilling, revealed the consistent temperament of the little apprentice.

Ling Qingzi said, "The intersecting chess game was created by Emperor Zhaohe in ancient times. Nowadays, few people know it, but you know it very well."

"The disciple listened to what Old Immortal Jiu said."

Jiu Laoxian was the crazy fairy beside the caster, but Yun Zhan knew exactly what it was.

"Therefore, the disciples don't hate Master, just hate themselves not strong enough, and fail to protect the one they love."

Hearing this sentence, Ling Qingzi was shocked.

Yun Zhan condensed his back, "The disciple is brave, dare to ask the master how he fought in the chess game?"

After a moment of silence, Ling Qingzi said, "What you cross is the catastrophe, and what I cross is the catastrophe."

"..." Yun Zhan couldn't help but looked at Lu Lingjue on the floating jade bed again. That person really looked like Bai Fanlu.

"Master, Master Uncle and Senior Brother...?"

Ling Qingzi replied, "You guessed right, he is your brother's biological father."

Yun Zhan was not surprised. He only heard Ling Qingzi say again, "He died in the battle between the immortals and demons five hundred years ago, and what is left on the floating jade bed right now is just a body."

Yun Zhan didn't know the details, but he roughly guessed something from Ling Qingzi's tone.

Ling Qingzi sighed and said softly, "Five hundred years ago...your uncle, died in front of me...he also once blocked a sword for me."

"But this time, I am the one who blocked your sword by myself."

Ling Qingzi shook his head slightly, seeming to be talking to herself.

Yun Zhan had already turned around and wanted to leave, but Ling Qingzi asked him, "If in that game, it really came from the heart, what shall you do?"

Yun Zhan didn't say much, but said, "The hatred of taking away a wife is not a common destiny."

Ling Qingzi chuckled when he heard the words, but Yun Zhan left Ling Juefeng and hurried to the Demon Realm after finishing these eight words.

Sitting down by the Fuyu bed, Ling Qingzi looked at the man who seemed to be asleep, and then recalled the scene in which he died in front of him.

It is said that Bai Fanlu helped Yun Zhan overcome the catastrophe, but he actually wanted to overcome the catastrophe.

The ruthless Tao that he had chosen since the beginning of cultivating immortals should have long been too unforgiving, and nothing can disturb his heart.

But when he saw Lu Lingjue's death with his own eyes, even if he had had countless opportunities before, he was obsessed with the right path of immortality and failed to make a single shot.

Until now, Ling Qingzi can still remember the look in Lu Lingjue's last look.

There was no resentment or hatred, except at the moment when Bai Chuyu could not be saved, the person who was dying was still warm and bright, making him flustered.

Inexplicably, this calamity would not be able to pass, countless ascension was blocked, and this scene appeared in the heart demon.

That's why Ling Qingzi thought, through this intersecting chess game, to reproduce the past, seeing Bai Fanlu being killed with his own eyes, he felt that he would definitely be able to get through, but he was still overestimated.

It was another night that Qingsi turned white hair. At this moment, Ling Qingzi understood that he was not obsessed with Lu Lingjue's death.

He just wasn't reconciled. Until the end, that person was still worried about others. He saw that Bai Fanlu was desperate to help Yun Zhan, and he had never been in his eyes. This was his real calamity, the real demon.

"Mo'er, after taking a salary from the bottom of the tank, I lost it after all."

"Even if it is above ten thousand people, still can't get what you want."

"If you can't survive the catastrophe, then you should be born after the catastrophe."

Ling Qingzi's fingers touched Lu Lingjue's face, and the fluff on that thin layer of skin was clearly visible, still lifelike under the warmth of the floating jade bed.

He flicked his fingers one after another, and finally landed on Lu Lingjue's hands, and the red flower in his hand.

"Pudu flowers are really beautiful." Ling Qingzi sighed.

The color is like blood, slightly glowing with cold light, but it is indeed delicate and colorful, and the color is unspeakable.

Ling Qingzi raised his hand, the ice cone in his hand showed a sharp sharp edge, he didn't hesitate to pierce his chest...

Bai Fanlu entered the Demon Realm, and when Bai Junming took him through the Withering Hua Pavilion, he looked down at the devastated Demon Capital, and his brain was still in chaos.

Until they landed, they reached the outskirts of the magic palace located in the center of the magic capital.

Bai Fanlu still didn't think of anything, his memory seemed to be shattered into countless pieces, there were vaguely demonic awakening scenes, Yun Zhan, and the two people having a dispute...

The two guards of the magic palace stepped forward, "Elder, you are back."

"Yeah." Bai Junming slightly glanced at Bai Fanlu, he had been paying attention to him, and he had long realized that something was wrong with him.

"What's wrong?"

Bai Fanlu held his forehead and whispered, "Headache..."

Bai Junming squinted his eyes and pretended to reach out his hand on Bai Fanlu's wrist, "Your soul is unstable, what's the matter?"

Unsettled? Bai Fanlu was still in pain, but those memory fragments seemed to be quickly reorganized due to the word "soul", and he suddenly remembered that Yun Zhan was attacked by Bai Junming and lost his soul.

Bai Junming said that he wanted to force him to recognize Yun Zhan and stop being obsessed with it. But he insisted on saving Yun Zhan, and even dedicated his soul to him.

Then he went to the ghost world to exchange his reincarnation for Yun Zhan's soul. As a result, although Yun Zhan was saved, he exposed the identity of the demons due to his soul instability.

Not only did Yun Zhan not have any gratitude for this, but he made a clean break with himself...

"Um..." His head hurts worse again.

Bai Fanlu barely stabilized his figure and raised his eyes to look at Bai Junming.

He didn't see Bai Junming many times, and now there are only two in his memory. One was when he found himself a hundred years ago and told him about his life experience, and the other was when he refused to allow it.

This person rarely showed his true face. At this time, he was dressed in black, and his cold white face was removed from his body. Only a pair of eyes were scarlet. It was obviously this warm color, but it seemed to reveal a cold and evil chill.

Bai Fanlu crossed Bai Junming and looked at the devil's palace towering majestically behind him.

"Uncle, I know..." Bai Fanlu said, taking a deep breath, "I saw Yun Zhan by mistake. I already... don't want to go back."

Bai Junming thoughtfully said, "It's better not to go back, this is where you should be."

"As for those immortals..." Bai Junming snorted coldly, "Ting slave."

"Subordinates are here." Ting Nu appeared from the dark.

"Send the young master back to the water to live in and rest."

"Yes."

After Bai Fanlu and the court slave left, Bai Junming did not enter the magic palace, but disappeared in a flash. After a while, he arrived in the countryside outside the Deer Huating Pavilion, and the man was already waiting for him.

"Heh! I thought it would take some effort to bring him captive, but I didn't expect it to be so smooth."

The man in Tsing Yi heard Bai Junming's voice and turned around and said, "I said earlier that when the catastrophe descends, he will give the human soul to Yun Zhan. Then it will be a good opportunity to start."

After a pause, he asked, "When I arrived in the Demon Realm, he didn't say anything?"

Bai Junming stood beside the man in Tsing Yi, "This is also the weirdness. Bai Mo seems to have a disordered memory. I don't know why, he actually thought Yun Zhan had caused him to do this."

"Oh?" Tsing Yi said, "If you lose your soul, you will be disturbed by the catastrophe. Isn't that just right, Yun Zhan will find it soon."

Bai Junming played with the red lotus karma fire in his hand, "I lost my hand last time, this time I can't wait."

The man in Tsing Yi sneered, "Your uncle is really cruel, he is your nephew."

Bai Junming said, "In order for my clan to see the sky again, any sacrifice is worthwhile. What's more, Bai Mo should have seen the hypocrisy of those immortals a long time ago. I just want to help him become stronger."

The Tsing Yi people held their hands and did not comment.

Bai Junming's red eyes became more and more eccentric, as if being lit by a flame in his palm.

"He has hatred for Yun Zhan now. It's really God's help to me. Next, I just need to wait for the moment..."

From the Demon Palace to Shui Liuju, it was actually very close, but Bai Fanlu didn't rush over, but asked Ting Nu to take him around. When he first returned to the Demon Realm, he wanted to know something.

Demon Capital is different from Bai Fanlu's imagination, and not much different from those towns in the human world. The demons are just like human beings, and they seem to have everything in need of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

They didn't know Bai Fanlu, but they were obviously curious about his strange face and looked back frequently, but they all knew Ting Nu and would respectfully call him "Master Wei".

Ting Nu wanted to explain the identity of Bai Fanlu to them, but was stopped.

While walking along this road, Bai Fanlu also discovered that although the Demon Capital sounds like a huge capital, it is not actually prosperous. Except for the relatively lively surroundings of the Demon Palace that just walked in, it’s just It is equivalent to the town level.

Moreover, the terrain here is not flat. Not only the houses built are low and low, but the soil also seems to be barren. The sky in the entire magic capital is dark and gloomy, as if it is surrounded by a layer of floating soil, which looks like a dark yellow space.

"This was not the case in the Demon Realm originally. When the first king was in the Demon Realm, the Demon Realm had the same four seasons as the Human Realm, and the scenery was very good." Ting Nu said.

Bai Fanlu wanted to hear what happened in the Demon World before, so he asked Ting Nu to tell him.

It turns out that this demon world has been destroyed since the battle of immortals and demons five hundred years ago. Bai Junming took the surviving demons and migrated to this place, hiding the demons in the enchantment with the Three Realms Forbidden Land Endless Boundary Abyss as a concealment. After the "Withered Huating", it has survived to this day.

However, in the past few hundred years, the demon clan was driven to extinction by the immortal clan, and the key to Hengqing’s energy spirit of the original demon world was also taken away by the immortal world in the battle, causing the demon world to lose its vitality and gradually become a scene of withered everywhere.

Bai Fan Road passed through the bazaar and saw many demons carrying poles and selling something that looked like a crimson crystal.

"Those are blood flames." Ting Nu said.

And some shops also hang out the names of "Blood Yan Cream" and "Blood Yan Fan" on the cloth calls. The streets are bustling with demons. In all likelihood, they will hang around these stalls or shops for a while, and even some Momin will also buy a considerable amount of Blood Flame.

Bai Fanlu noticed that most of these big households were not dressed as local demons, they looked more like business travelers from other places.

"In addition to the magic capital, our clan still has several territories in the human world, and they came from there."

"Why do they buy blood flames?"

"The young master doesn't know something. Without the Key of Hengqing, the spiritual veins that our race needs for survival are obtained temporarily from this blood flame."

Ting Nu walked to a small stall and bought a small cluster of blood flames and returned, "Young Master, please have a look. This is the most primitive blood flame silk. It can be refined into blood flame ointment, blood flame powder, and the purity of the spirit veins. It will be higher."

The small grass-like thing in his hand was the size of a palm, and its bright red color matched the name. Bai Fanlu picked up the **** silk and smelled it, then twisted it lightly with his fingertips, feeling the faint air of immortality.

"Is this **** flame originally grown in the immortal world?"

"Yes, but now the magic city also has the conditions to plant it. Thanks to the elders who discovered it, otherwise it will be difficult for our clan to persevere for hundreds of years."

Bai Fanlu understood, "Now that the human world is full of immortals, how can those businessmen travel to and from the magic capital to ensure safety?"

"Young Master, there is another place, please come down with you."

Ting Nu led the way, and Bai Fanlu stopped abruptly after taking two steps.

At a corner not far away, a child was staring at him. When he noticed that he had found it, the child immediately shrank behind the wall, only half of his face was exposed, but he still looked timidly.

Bai Fanlu followed his line of sight and looked down into his hand. He was looking at this cluster of **** grass.

Bai Fanlu flipped his palm, and the cluster of **** grass disappeared immediately.

The child hiding behind the wall suddenly widened his eyes, his expression was full of loss, but the next moment, a cloud of purple light suddenly appeared in front of him.

The light flashed, and the blood flame fell into his open palm.

"...Ah! Mother!"

The child was overjoyed, and turned around and got into the alley. Before he ran to the door of his house, he suddenly remembered that he should say thank you, but when he ran back in a hurry, Bai Fanlu was no longer there.

Leaving the magic capital settlement area, Bai Fan Road followed the Ting Slave to the foot of a mountain. Unlike the desolate sight just seen before, the ridges here are all dyed red by the **** grass fields. To the horizon.

"Young Master, here it is, look over there."

Ting Nu stretched his finger to a cave on the east side, and Bai Fanlu was surprised to find that a long line exiting from the entrance of the cave seemed to see a merchant on the street buying blood flames.

They returned with a full load, all gathered in front of this cave.

The entrance of the cave was pitch black, and there was white light from time to time, and the team moved forward one person.

"This is the instantaneous wheel of Withering Huating Pavilion, through which you can go to other demon realms."

"I see."

The enchantment of Withering Huating Pavilion was also made by Bai Junming. It seems that he has indeed done a lot of things in the past hundreds of years when he has ruled the Demon Realm.

It's just that Bai Fanlu still feels puzzled, "I haven't been in the Demon Realm for a long time, how can uncle rest assured that you can tell me this."

Ting Nuqu said, "The young master is the future master of the demon world, so he should know this."

When you arrive at Deshui Liuju, Bai Fanlu first sees the three characters "Shui Liuju" on the plaque in the middle of the entrance. At first glance, the font is from a woman's handwriting, but it is a kind of free and easy air on its own. Reminiscent of the mighty flowing water.

"This is written by the king."

Bai Fanlu walked into Shui Liuju. This residence was not large, but the layout was exquisite. Even the green willow trees that you can't see in the Devil Realm now grow lush in the courtyard, and you don't know what to live on.

"The former king lived in Shui Liuju before his death. It was rebuilt by the elders in the same way as before. The layout and furnishings are the same."

Bai Fanlu noticed that a portrait was still hung on the right wall inside the house.

In the painting is a woman sitting upright, in a lavender dress, her face is as elegant and refined as a hibiscus in water, but the purple mark between her brows reveals a biting and heroic air, like the three words of water flowing in, which will be soft and strong. A collection of different characteristics.

"This is... my mother?"

The author has something to say: Yun Gouzhan: It's hard to survive, but what about a senior brother like me? Why is it gone again?

Bai Xiaolu: ...I am suffering, my soul is lost again, and my memory is amnesia again.

Author: It's not amnesia, it's a bad memory.

Bai Xiaolu:?

Author: Look, is it recorded as a novel plot?

Bai Xiaolu:...really...

Yun Gouzhan: ⊙⊙! Are there any mistakes, brothers hate me in the novel!

Author: It's not my bad taste, it's the system (Jumping the pot.jpg)

System: emmmm