Chapter 110： Demon Lord (18)

I didn't dare to think of Liang Yu's name.

Just thinking about it makes my heart bleed.

In particular, he couldn't forget Liang Yu's last look. He was desperate for death. He could have avoided it. He knew everything, knew his hatred, and his revenge plan.

So he fulfilled himself.

He finally avenged his parents, but Liang Yu's death also killed him.

He just really misses that devil and wants to see him again.

That person is the most gentle person in the world, but also the most cruel person in the world. He chose such a method of death, and if such a death is in front of his eyes, he will never forget him for the rest of his life.

A lifetime of regret and pain.

If this is his punishment for himself, then he succeeded.

He was so dead that he didn't even have a chance to express his condolences.

Devil, devil, sometimes I really hate you!

Why, why didn't he just be a little more cruel and just kill himself?

Living is boring, how can I still have the strength to avenge the remaining revenge?

Thinking of this, Yan Juefei was already in tears.

He just, really wanted to see him again.

Even if it's a dead person.

"Junior Brother, Master Liang likes you so much. If he knows about it, I hope you can live well. If I see you like this all day long, I'm afraid I will be sad." Chu Yuan really couldn't stand him like this, so he suppressed the discomfort in his heart and comforted him. .

He is so jealous of that devil, although he died, but he will always live in the hearts of junior and junior.

How can the living fight the dead?

But he didn't want to see him sad anymore.

The two walked through more than a dozen cities and towns all the way, and the situation of this person did not change at all. He seemed to have lost his soul all day. He didn't know how long it would take him to get out.

"Well, you're right, I want to live well." Yan Juefei responded lightly, then looked up at the house in front of him and said, "I'm here."

Chu Yuan hurriedly jumped off the horse.

This is the entrance of the Demon Sect in Xicheng. Hall Master Chen immediately came to greet him when he heard the report of his subordinates. When he saw him, his expression was also a little sad. The death of Liang Yu has now spread all over the world.

Yan Juefei had an expression of neither joy nor sorrow on his face. He entered the courtyard and asked directly, "Section Master Chen, is there any clue about the matter of asking people to find someone before?"

Hall Master Chen hurriedly said: "Reporting to the leader, after receiving the leader's order, the disciples of the nine hall masters have all inquired around, but found a lot of men named Ding Yi, but none of them fit the leader. Require."

It is common to have the same name and last name, but none of them match.

"Then keep looking." Yan Juefei said coldly, then frowned, "What about Yaofeng?"

"Young Master Yaofeng is still here."

"Very good, I'll go see him now." Yan Juefei nodded and walked straight to the yard where Yaofeng was. As soon as he opened the door of the room, a sharp sword stabbed towards him.

Hall Master Chen was startled, he slapped it with a palm, Yaofeng's hand was numb, and the long sword fell to the ground.

Yan Juefei glanced at him and motioned for him to go down.

Yaofeng picked up the sword again, his eyes were gloomy, and he held the sword and pointed at him: "He died? In your hands, isn't it?"

I had heard a few servants talking about it before.

"This son, the devil's death is his own fault, and it has nothing to do with my junior brother." Seeing the hatred in this man's eyes, Chu Yuan explained with a frown.

Yan Juefei laughed: "Yes, he died in my hands. It's ridiculous that I didn't know that I loved him until after his death."

But Chu Yuan felt that his smile was worse than crying.

Yaofeng's eyes narrowed, and the hand holding the sword suddenly stabbed out, Chu Yuan's face changed drastically and he was about to block, but Yan Juefei blocked him with his arm, and the sword in Yaofeng's hand stabbed into his shoulder.

"You love him, so why don't you just accompany him to death?" Yao Feng glared at him, pushed his sword sternly and stabbed his sword deeper, blood poured out instantly, dyeing Yan Juefei's snow-white clothes red .

He used to love red.

After Liang Yu died, his clothes were all white.

He will mourn for him for the rest of his life.

"Junior Brother!" Chu Yuan stared at the blood, looking at him with a deadly pale face.

Yan Juefei looked at the hatred in Yaofeng's eyes, and only felt that he saw his former self. He couldn't help but smile, "I also wanted to die with him, but he wanted me to live."

Yaofeng stared at him, this Yan Juefei was no longer the Yan Juefei he used to be.

There was no light or heat in those eyes, he was already a dead man, what's the point of killing a dead man, Yaofeng took out his sword and walked towards the door: "He is dead, you don't need to be imprisoned any longer. Me, let me go."

Yan Juefei put one hand on the shoulder injury, endured the pain, and raised the other hand slightly: "Let him go"

Yaofeng left without looking back, holding the bleeding sword.

"Junior brother, why are you suffering?" Chu Yuan pulled him into the room, tore off his shirt and ordered someone to bring the wound medicine, and personally helped to deal with the wound.

Yan Juefei did not move.

The next day, Yan Juefei set off again, preparing to go to Jalan County, where there was the only thing Liang Yu left behind.

At noon, the two found an inn and were going to eat something simple, but found that such a remote town was full of people from all corners of the world.

Yan Juefei was suspicious when he heard several people in the lobby discussing loudly: "I heard that Liang Yu, the dead demon sect leader, gave Yan Juefei a divine fruit Baizhu Dan before his death. Zhu Dan can increase his skill for a hundred years, it is no wonder that the head of Cangshan refused to hand over the monster surnamed Yan, thinking that he wanted to swallow such treasures himself."

Yan Juefei felt a move in his heart.

Chu Yuan changed his face.

Another person said loudly: "The surnamed Liu, you can't talk nonsense about things that are unfounded, Zhang Sect is a decent person, how can he covet other people's things, just because he is afraid that if someone in the demon sect has obtained it for a hundred years Internal power, isn't it another big harm to the rivers and lakes?

"This person is separated from the belly, who knows why?" Several people snickered.

Yan Juefei frowned tightly, stroking the cup in his hand. He had a divine artifact like Baizhuguo on his body. No one else knew except Liang Yu and himself. Who spread the news?

"No matter what his surname is Zhang, but if there is no answer, the whole world will be with him, but now the most important thing is to find the devil first." The big man next door just finished speaking, and suddenly the table in front of him was slashed. It was cut in half and fell down.

Several people were startled and turned to look.

Yan Juefei's face was gloomy, and he stared at several people with a sword in his hand.

"I am the devil you said. I do have what you said. However, if you want to, please ask my sword first if you are willing!"

His face was full of suffocation, not to mention his identity, but he was also full of evil spirits of demons and demons. This revealing of his identity scared the entire Jianghu people in the inn to stand up and draw their weapons.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chu Yuan hurriedly jumped to the middle and said with a smile, "Everyone, don't get excited, I am Chu Yuan, the eldest disciple of the Cangshan faction, and I can assure you that there is absolutely no treasure on my junior brother."

Said and winked at him.

His identity is sensitive, and now he admits that he has a strange treasure, is he not looking for him for fear of trouble?

Yan Juefei hooked his lips, his eyes slowly swept away, he looked at a group of Jianghu people with greed in their eyes, sneered, and was about to teach these people a lesson.

Suddenly, someone broke into the door.

An out-of-time person.

The visitor was holding a dripping umbrella. When he came in, he saw a group of people holding swords.

This man was dressed in a navy blue cloth gown, slender and thin, with a clear face. He was holding a few books in his arms, and he was bookish. He stared at the shopkeeper at the counter next to him, only to be sure that he had not entered the wrong door.

"The shopkeeper, why are there so many people with knives and guns here today? They are all full of evil spirits, which is really insulting and insulting." The scholar complained and asked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper grimaced and winked at him.

It's better not to provoke Jianghu people. Who doesn't know that those who run inns are most afraid of meeting Jianghu people?

He only whispered to the scholar, "Young Master Ding, don't talk nonsense, go upstairs and close the door and don't come out."

I just hope these people remember to pay him more money after the fight.

The young man surnamed Ding shook his head and sighed, bypassing the two martial arts people, and was about to go upstairs, when he was walking, there was a faint sound of bells.

Yan Juefei had only glimpsed the back of this man before, so he didn't feel relieved. He just thought he was a sour scholar. Hearing that it was Ding, he couldn't help but glance at the scholar again. When he turned around, he heard the sound of the bell and couldn't help but glance again.

At this sight, his face changed greatly, and he suddenly moved to the scholar in a flash.

The scholar was about to go upstairs, when he lifted his foot and stepped up the stairs, he was so frightened that he almost fell, and the next second his hand was tightly grasped.

"Your surname is Ding?" Yan Juefei squeezed the scholar's hand tightly, his eyes hooked.

"Yeah? Why can't I be surnamed Ding?" Shu Jian asked in a ruthless look in his eyes and a slightly empty voice. "Don't you Jianghu people even care about other people's surnames?"

"Say, what's your name Ding?" Ding Yi is Liang Yu's brother, Yan Juefei needs to help him find this brother, so he is very sensitive to the surname Ding now.

The scholar wanted to draw his hands, but the handsome, fierce-looking martial arts man in front of him was too powerful, and he couldn't draw it out at all.

I can only give up and answer honestly, "Xiaosheng's last name is Ding, and his name is only one word. What else do you want to ask, what are you doing?"

Before the scholar named Ding Yi finished speaking, Yan Juefei stretched out his hand and touched him, making him cry out in fright: "What are you doing, don't touch the hero, it's really inappropriate for you to do it!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Juefei pulled away his collar with one hand and took it out from the inside. Sure enough, he took out a thin gold lock pendant from his neck.

The shape is very delicate, with a T-character engraved on the lock surface. The golden lock is a hollow design with a few small golden bells inside. The sound just now is the sound of the golden bells colliding.

"You, I understand, you want to rob! You want to rob my golden lock!" Ding Yi snatched the golden lock from Yan Juefei's hand and held it tightly. Although he was a scholar, the truth was that his wealth was not in vain. Knowing that, he looked at Yan Juefei nervously: "So you are not a hero, you are a robber"

Yan Juefei's face darkened, wishing to seal the scholar's mouth with a seal.

He directly carried the person upstairs, and ignored the other Jianghu people who were arguing with each other.