diskusbooks Chapter 417: Love Originated
Chapter 417: Love Originated
Outside the formation——
Min Xiao, who had set up the killing trap, leaned against the black stone at the edge of the cliff, his fingertips casually fiddling with the vines hanging from the cliff, his ink-black clothes rustling in the night wind.
He even had the leisure to enjoy the scenery, looking at the lights of thousands of homes in the human towns in the distance, the scarlet red in his eyes flickering in the night. Zhou Yuan stood behind him with his hands hanging down, but he did not seem to have any sense of urgency.
“My Lord, are we so indifferent?” Zhou Yuan couldn’t suppress his doubts and took a step forward. “What if the formation didn’t trap them? Lu Wensheng and his gang are always cunning. What if they find a way…”
Min Xiao slowly turned around, his scarlet eyes flashing with a hint of amusement in the twilight: "Whether you are trapped or not, what does it matter?"
He raised his hand and threw the jade slip into the air. The runes suddenly expanded, outlining twisted magic patterns in the sky. "The birth of the demon race is destiny, and this is the general trend. Look at the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces. They have long been eaten away by the hypocritical righteousness, just like a rotten tree coming back to life in spring--" He paused, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's just that some new termites have replaced them."
"Besides, it is precisely because we, the demon race, must appear in the world, that geniuses emerge in troubled times. Humans always like to call variables 'prodigies', but they don't know that when swords are sharpened in troubled times, what they sharpen are the withered bones in the tomb."
He looked at the children chasing fireflies on the street, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "What a leader of the righteous path, a child of destiny, in the torrent of the general trend, he is nothing but a floating duckweed that goes with the flow."
"But Young Master Shi is still in the formation," Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth and brought the topic back, "If anything goes wrong with him, your plan..."
"Plan?" Min Xiao suddenly laughed in a low voice. The laughter mixed with the mountain breeze seemed particularly strange. "Zhou Yuan, Zhou Yuan, do you think my plan really depends on a time limit?"
He stretched out his slender finger and pointed at Zhou Yuan's forehead. "Luck? Heaven's blessing?" Min Xiao's voice suddenly rose. "In the face of absolute power, everything is false! So what if Lu Wensheng got some favor from Heaven? It just makes this game more interesting."
"Oh, what's more, no matter who gets into trouble, nothing will happen to him. People with great luck are not that easy to deal with. That Lu Wensheng, who has been blessed by heaven, is probably not going to die easily. You just wait and see."
Min Xiao raised the corner of his mouth: "But those two great men are still waiting outside the formation. When Yu Bai makes a move, the life cards of those disciples will be affected. I'm afraid they will lose their patience. If the formation is broken, their disciples will surely die. If it is not broken, they will be helpless and watch helplessly. Isn't that an interesting thing?"
"If the formation is broken, I'm afraid the loss will be considerable."
"Loss? What can I lose? Are you talking about those ants?"
"The formation is set up below the Xuanyin Sect. If it is broken, wouldn't it be..." Zhou Yuan looked at Min Xiao's expression and suddenly realized something.
Ants refer not only to the lives of mortals in the formation, but also to the cultivators of Xuanyin Sect.
Zhou Yuan looked at the anger surging in Min Xiao's eyes, and suddenly felt a chill rising up his spine.
He thought of the people of Xiangsheng City who were swallowed by the formation, and the low-level cultivators in Xuanyin Sect who were used as nutrients. In the eyes of the demons, those living lives were as insignificant as ants.
Zhou Yuan looked at Min Xiao's shadow stretched by the mountain wind, and suddenly felt as if he was standing on the edge of a deep abyss.
He originally thought that by joining the demon clan he could escape the fate of being hunted down by the righteous, but he did not expect that in the eyes of the real superiors, they, the dependents, were nothing more than ants that could be crushed at any time.
This sentence was like a basin of ice water, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in Zhou Yuan's heart.
He finally had to admit that even though he seemed to have become Min Xiao's confidant, he was just a discarded piece on his chessboard and could be abandoned at any time.
But he already had no way out. From the moment he chose to join the demon clan, his fate had been tied to this chaotic world.
"But you don't count." Min Xiao called Qu Yanhui again with a different face.
He felt that Qu Yanhui's inexplicable concern for him was just a momentary interest of a strong man in a rare toy.
Should he be flattered and say thank you? Qu Yanhui looked up at the voice, but said nothing, pretending to ignore it, and only cast his eyes on the rolling sea of clouds.
Min Xiao's behavior became more and more strange during this period. A few days ago, he even took him into a mortal town for the first time and bought rice dumplings wrapped in green reeds during the Dragon Boat Festival. However, in front of the shocked gaze of the vendor, he ate them whole, including the leaves and rice, without even noticing that the date paste filling was on the corner of his lips.
Or suddenly invite him to sit under the starry sky, staring at the Milky Way for a long time, and then ask him out of nowhere, "Is it beautiful?"
They had tortured him in various ways some time ago - but Qu Yanhui felt that the demons' train of thought was normal?
He recalled the experience of being thrown into a worm cave by Min Xiao not long ago.
When those bone-eating poisonous insects crawled all over his body, he thought he was doomed. However, before he lost consciousness, he saw Min Xiao standing at the entrance of the cave, his black robe fluttering in the night wind, and his black eyes were filled with emotions that he could not understand.
Not long after, he was swept out by a gentle demonic aura, and the wounds on his body were even carefully applied with healing medicine.
There was also the time when I was hung on the edge of a cliff with a roaring monster below.
Min Xiao stood on the edge of the cliff and watched him all night until the sky turned pale. Then he suddenly waved his hand in annoyance and pulled him up, cursing under his breath.
But Qu Yanhui clearly remembered that when he was nearly blown down by the wind, the evil energy suddenly wrapped around his waist, with an unmistakable urgency.
So plant it down.
Was this idiot trying to please him? Or was he imitating human emotions? Did he have special feelings for him?
Qu Yanhui just thought it was ridiculous.
This demon lord who kills without blinking an eye, whose birth symbolizes destruction, how could he possibly understand complex emotions?
But if you ask Min Xiao, he doesn't understand...why every time he sees Qu Yanhui's calm eyes, his heart feels like being stung by something.
The demons do not know what love is. From the moment they hatch from their eggs, they will bite their own kind to fight for the right to survive. Tenderness is a weakness more deadly than poison.
But he just wanted to see a different expression on Qu Yanhui's face, and wanted him to see his own reflection in his eyes, even if it was hatred.
This realization made him panic, so he used the most clumsy ways to test and hurt the other person, but when the other person was really on the verge of death, he would do everything he could to save the relationship - he wanted to completely destroy this existence that made him uneasy, but he was also greedy for the strange throbbing caused by the other person.
Demons would never say "like", the only way they expressed their possessiveness was through plunder and destruction. However, that affection was wrapped in layers of demonic energy and murderous intent, and even he himself was unaware of it.
Imitating the way humans express emotions, imitating the "tenderness" that he sneered at.
However, he deliberately imitated the behavior of a mortal, clumsily picking a night flower from the cliff and trying to put it in Qu Yanhui's hair. The thorns of the flower pierced his fingertips and black blood oozed out, but Qu Yanhui just glanced at it indifferently. At that time, he suddenly wanted to crush the flower, but in the end he just put the bloody flower on the windowsill and watched it wither in the morning dew.
He had slaughtered countless human monks and seen them crying out the names of their loved ones before dying, which he found ridiculous at the time.
But now, as he looked at Qu Yanhui's drooping eyelashes, he suddenly wanted to try the taste of "love" that those people talked about, even if this taste was like drinking poison to quench thirst and would shatter his demonic body into pieces.