Engraved in Bone

Changge taught him many skills and truths, but never taught him the most proud craftsmanship. This man is extremely patient when carving wooden statues, and can sit all day as soon as he sits, polishing his most proud product.

All carved figurines are the same person, smiling and lifelike, as if in front of eyes.

I heard that it was Master ’s respect, but he had no respect.

He also wanted to learn, wanted to carve the best-looking figurine and show it to Changge, and then enjoy the admiration of the other side. At the same time, he also wanted to carve out the appearance of long songs and put it in his heart all the time.

Chang Ge has never taught him this craft; likewise, he has never had the existence of Shen Qingyi before him. He heard the origin of the inscription from other places, because of this prince's unforgettable obsession.

He wasn't interested in these, he just missed Master.

When he was young, Changge used his own strength to protect him on Qinglun Mountain. The man's wide robe was blown on him by the wind. The sound of the wind was mixed with his voice: "Zeyao, if you stay When you were growing up, did you want to do something? "

For example, to regain the demon world and become the master of the realm; or to be a free-spirited fairy.

Chu Zeyao thought for a long time, and all the results flashed from his mind. He found that what he wanted most was just staying with Master for a long time.

But he knew that he was not in a good position, so he didn't say anything, just shook his head, and said in a small voice: "Return to Master, the student has no other thoughts for the time being."

After leaving Nanfengyu, Chu Zeyao no longer needed to look at Qinhuai ’s ugly face, relying on his young age, wrapped around Changge's side, and tore the other side's sleeves lovingly: "Master, In the future, we should never come to these places, OK? "

"it is good."

"That Master is always with me, OK?"

Changge didn't speak anymore, Chu Zeyao stubbornly wanted to wait for an answer, but when the other person looked at him, he was a little panicked and lowered his head, afraid to look at the other person's eyes, for fear of his careful thinking and being suddenly Found.

The other party did not speak, and did not even respond.

Chu Zeyao thought to himself, maybe the other party had acquiesced?

In the end, he was left in Qinglun Mountain. The man said silently, he could not find the trace of the other party, and did not know where the other party was. He could only sit in the palace quietly day after day. waiting.

He waited, waited for the change of the sun and the moon, waited for the exchange of Xingqing, waited for the subordinates who welcomed him back to the demon world, but couldn't wait for the long song to come back, and said gently to him: "I'm back Now. "

Chu Zeyao was even thinking whether this person had forgotten his existence.

As long as he thinks about it that the other person may occupy his place in the future, he will be even more furious. It was also at this time that the people in the demon world gave him a choice.

"If the young master is willing to return, you will have the power of the demon world, and his long song is a kind of scattered fairy. Why can't the young master worry about it?"

Even if Master had warned him that the Demon Realm was not a good person, even if he knew that the other person might be holding on to the general lineage of his inheritance, he could not resist the desire to monopolize long songs in his heart, and eventually chose to go back with these people.

Unlike the Devil Realm in the impression, the imaginary place should be darker and less visible, but it is only gray in the daytime and brightly lit at night; it is just people exposed on the street.

Beware of these people who lead him all the time, Chu Zeyao always feels that these people have no good intentions, and may inadvertently stun him and do some unfavorable things. With the charm of the long song in his hand, if there was something wrong, he immediately ran away.

The ghostly man in black wandered behind him, the burning sensation spread from his fingers, Chu Zeyao suddenly released the spell in his hand, and the yellow paper immediately ignited as soon as it fell, not even the ashes were left.

"Young master and rest assured that his subordinates will not do things that are not good for you; and be yourself, don't be too nervous."

Chu Zeyao, who hasn't responded yet, rubbed his burning fingertips and showed a harmless smile: "After all, it's not Qinglun Mountain. If there is no precaution, I don't know what to do if I die."

It's still too weak now, these people can crush him with one hand.

"The young master still put away his careful thoughts. I'm not like the half-hanging loose fairy like the long song, and I have no protection against you; after all, half of the young master's body is the blood of the devil.

This man's contempt for Changge made Chu Zeyao extremely displeased. After his strength was strong, he would be wiped out.

Turned left and right, he was taken to a blood-red pool, which had a strong **** smell and was still bubbling. Chu Zeyao was a little timid and was hesitating. Just now the man spoke. The soft voice was tempting, as if he wanted to provoke the deepest desire in the heart and occupy the mind.

"Isn't the young master fond of long songs? If he has the highest strength, isn't that the right thing to do?"

"Can it be that the Lord hopes that one day he will lose his favorite person?"

There was a look of indifference in the long song before him, and the man did not hesitate to throw him on the Qinglun Mountain and turned away.

As if it was something he could not touch in his entire life.

Gritting his teeth, Chu Zeyao still jumped in without hesitation; Manchi's blood seemed to have his own consciousness, like a tide wrapping him, gradually devouring him ... covering his mouth, nose, eyes ...

Looking at Liang Mu blindly, suffocating death rushed towards him, Chu Zeyao subconsciously crushed the long note given to him.

The man said that as long as he was in danger of calling him, he would appear immediately.

Chu Zeyao was wrapped in a rigorous and solid, like a cocoon; he was struggling inside, trying to escape the **** of panic, thinking that maybe wait again ... wait, wait, the long song will come.

Just like before, like a **** who can't be blasphemed above him, he suddenly appeared, then he was overcome with thorns and he said, "Here is my teacher."

But after waiting for a long time, after struggling for a long time, Chu Zeyao, who gradually lost his consciousness, never waited for the person who said he would come back to save him whenever he was in danger.

It is ridiculous that the moment before the loss of consciousness, Chu Zeyao was still looking forward to the long song when he opened his eyes, he would appear by his side to ask him warmth. The man treated him with pity, but with an insurmountable feeling on his body that made him unable to touch the existence anyway.

His oracle.