This Damned Thirst for Survival

Fear, killing intent, and hatred are all sources of malice.

Thinking about the expressions of hatred or fear that the predestination would have on him, Jiang Luo felt refreshed physically and mentally.

Then how can we lead the fatalists to raise the murderous intent and hatred against him? Or is it raising fear?

Jiang Luo said suddenly: "You came across the Dementor on purpose."

The smile on the corner of the fatal man’s mouth remained unchanged, "I just think you have some misunderstandings about me."

His words are tantamount to admitting.

The fatalist's eyes are gentle, and he gently explained: "Since you want to see the real me, let you see it. I hope this opportunity can also eliminate your misunderstanding of me."

Jiang Luo got a little interested, his eyes rolled, "You knew I was pretending?"

The fatalist smiled silently.

"The destiny really deserves to be the destiny," Jiang Luo raised his hands to applaud him, stopped pretending, and simply curiously said, "Then why don't you break me?"

"Because you did hurt Chi You," the fatalist said unhurriedly, "No matter what method you used, whether you hurt him with all your strength, or caused him to be seriously injured by you willingly, I only saw it let me Satisfactory result-he broke an arm because of you."

"That's enough," he said. "It's done well enough, and it's better than I expected."

Jiang Luo pulled his lips and smiled perfunctorily.

The fatalist didn't care, and asked, "Don't you want to become a god?"

His words are soft and long-distance, as if they can enter the brain from ears, and one can involuntarily believe in his words, just like believing in gods, "Since you can open the yin and yang ring, it means that you have a thirst for power beyond life and death. The power of God will be beyond your imagination."

"I am immortal, powerful, and supported by thousands of people." The Fate Man and Jiang Luo looked at each other, "turning hands is a cloud, and covering hands is rain. Turn things around, above tens of thousands."

"Countless people will yearn for you. Your thunder and rain is God's grace to them, don't you like it?"

No one can refuse such a temptation.

Just "Living forever" is enough to make people's hearts excited. In particular, there is a living example in front of me. No one knows how long the fatalist has lived, but his face is still young and handsome, like a young man in his 20s or 30s. In this way, you can keep your youthful face and never die. Who can refuse such a condition?

Jiang Luo knew that the destiny was bewitching himself, but his heart still thumped and thumped quickly.

"As long as you kill the chief culprit in the metaphysical world, you will get enough merit and faith, and you will become a false **** like me," the fatalist looked at Jiang Luo tenderly, "the false gods and gods are only one step, you Don't you want to become stronger?"

"Thinking," Jiang Luo said honestly, "Fate, what you said has tempted me. It sounds simple, as long as I kill Chi You, I can become a false god, even if it is a false god, I will stand at the top of the world. The presence."

His hands rested on the sharp corners of the tripod-style incense burner, "What's more, I have a grudge against Chi You, "I" was designed by you to kill him with a forbidden technique. After he died, he certainly wanted to torture and avenge him. I, we are born to be a life-and-death relationship, no one can spare anyone, but unexpectedly, we have a relationship."

Jiang Luo's tone was dull. These words seemed to be speaking from the perspective of an onlooker. The fiery dementor was hung by his ear and shook slightly when he was speaking, "So, you are right to prevent me from this accident. Chi You had feelings and didn’t want to kill him, so he took me to Koizumi Pond to wash away my possible feelings for Chi You. Washing away the filth is false, and washing away my softheartedness to him is true. ,right?"

The fatalist looked at him with a smile quietly.

His smile is like a ray of breeze, a bright moon, clear and light, without any impurities. Neither admit nor deny it, it seems that Jiang Luo will not affect him no matter what he thinks.

Jiang Luo didn't care either, and continued: "In this way, killing Chi You will only benefit me."

"but……"

If Chi You died here, then the world would become boring and boring to Jiang Luo.

No matter how long a life is, it is useless, it will only prolong this boringness.

The evil thoughts that had affected his reason before were right.

How can it be enough to kill evil spirits?

It's fun to keep the evil spirits and keep torturing each other with him.

Killing Chi You alone was enough to make Jiang Luo wake up from the bewitching of the fatalists.

No one can replace Chi You to evoke Jiang Luo's interest.

The destiny he most wants to kill right now can't, nor can Feng Li, who he hates.

No one except Chi You.

Chi You is Jiang Luo's prey, even if he is a fatalist, he can't touch his prey.

"You just said that gods don't kill people, you don't want to kill me..." The black-haired young man's lips curled up slowly, showing a weird smile. He stepped up to the destiny and said with his arms in front of the destiny. , Then I'll speak straight."

He looked straight into the light-colored eyes of the Fate Man, squinted his eyes, "My goal now is to prevent you from becoming a god, so let me give you a chance to kill me."

He raised his neck, his slender neck was exposed in the eyes of the fatalist, the aorta was completely uncovered, and his pulse was striking. "If you don't kill me, then wait for me to kill you."

The Fate Man’s expression finally changed slightly, "You can't kill me."

Jiang Luo laughed, "No matter if I can kill you or not, as long as you don't kill me, I will try my best to prevent you from becoming a god."

The fatalist was pushed into a dilemma.

Jiang Luo's unexpected hand forced him into a dead end. Either the destiny does not kill Jiang Luo, Jiang Luo will prevent the destiny from becoming a god. Either the fatalist killed Jiang Luo, but as long as he moved to kill Jiang Luo and Jiang Luo died, then he still couldn't become a god, and no one could break the prophecy.

The time spent in the interior scene has exceeded three minutes, but Jiang Luo has not yet gone out.

After a long time, the destiny finally smiled, "I underestimated you."

Jiang Luo's eyes were burning, "You won't kill me?"

"I won't kill you," the fatalist smiled faintly, "God, how can I kill people."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Luo felt the familiar feeling of dizziness coming. He knew that he was leaving the interior scene of the Fate Man.

Jiang Luo finally glanced at the incense burner. The front of the incense burner was engraved with the character "Buddha" in seal script.

Buddha……

There are Shakyamuni who cut meat and feed eagles to sit on the ground to become Buddhas, and there are also Bodhisattvas who feed tigers with their bodies. Is this the good that the fatalist pursues?

Does he think that if he achieves the ultimate goodness, he can become a god?

Jiang Luo lost consciousness, and when he opened his eyes the next moment, he returned to Koizumi Pond.

The hot water pattered, the fatalist was still holding his arms, their eyes were paired, Jiang Luo suddenly bends his lips, as if prophesying as if to say with certainty and softly, "Fate, you don't kill me, you will regrettable."

The fatalist looked at him tolerantly, like a naughty child, "You will change your mind."

He took a step back and helped Jiang Luo to leave the water, "Since the spring water has no effect on you, you don't need to soak it anymore. Let Ji Yaozi teach you some other things, and you can become stronger."

Jiang Luo listened quietly, and then asked, "What if I don't change my mind?"

"I don't force anyone," the fatalist smiled helplessly. He looked back at Jiang Luo and said softly, "If you are willing to come back to the mountain after your trial, it means you want to contribute to this metaphysical world. It’s great, but if you won’t come again, I won’t embarrass you either."

He sighed, "It's just a pity, your friends are going to die in the catastrophe."

Jiang Luo's smile slowly receded, his face slowly becoming expressionless.

As soon as Jiang Luo and the fatalist came out of the spring pool, they greeted Feng Liyin's irritated words, "Why do you have to hold on to the spring if you are not feeling well?"

Jiang Luo turned his head away with a cold face, and was silent.

Feng Li didn't seem to need his answer either. He moved his eyes to the palm of the fatalist holding Jiang Luo's wrist, his eyes seemed to freeze the fatalist's hand into ice scum.

The Fate Man felt something. He looked at Feng Li thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly said: "Tianshi, you should go down the mountain."

Feng Li raised his eyes and looked at him, with a grim expression, "What do you mean by the fateful man?"

"The old master is getting older and his life span is short," the fatalist persuaded slowly, "you should also go back and spend more time with him instead of spending time with me."

Feng Li didn't change his face, he turned the jade pull finger in his hand, and said after a moment: "Okay."

"But you don't have to worry about the fate," he said lightly, "I'll go, and my apprentice won't stay here anymore, I will take him with him."

Fate and humanity: "He will continue to stay on the mountain."

Feng Li sneered, and the tip of his knife faintly pointed at the Fate Man, "Fate Man, Jiang Luo is my apprentice."

"Tianshi," the fatalist, "then who am I yours?"

Feng Li choked slightly, his face ugly.

He seemed to forcibly endure the killing intent and rage, unable to say anything else.

"I will explain the reason to the heavenly teacher," the fatalist, "you go down the mountain by yourself."

Feng Li quickly calmed down, "Before leaving, I want to explain a few things to Jiang Luo, Fate, let go of your hand."

The fatalist released his hand, and Jiang Luo walked to Feng Li's side. Feng Li calmly walked out with Jiang Luo. After a few minutes, he said in a deep voice, "The water can't be soaked, otherwise it will not be good for you."

Jiang Luo was in a calm mood, "A disciple can't be the master."

Feng Li frowned slightly and said sharply, "If you don't become your own master, what else can you do?!"

Jiang Luo thought it was funny. Why didn't Feng Li say this when his desire for control was against him?

He changed his words steadfastly: "Yes."

Neither of the two spoke in the following way. Feng Li was in a bad mood, and the deep gloom on his face made his heart frightened. Jiang Luo didn't want to say anything to him either. After walking like this for a while, Feng Li said again: "You..."

Jiang Luo listened quietly.

But Feng Li closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a deep sober inside, "You follow Ji Yaozi and learn his psychic skills."

Jiang Luo nodded, "The disciple knows."

Feng Li said: "I'm going down the mountain, what else do you want to ask?"

"Sir, there is one thing, I'm actually very curious." Jiang Luo.

Feng Li: "Huh?"

Jiang Luo smiled, "Sir, if you see a very grieving ghost, that ghost needs your help. After you help him, he will grow into a powerful ghost in the future. What would you do?"

"If I can control him, then take it for my own use and turn it into my shikigami," Feng Li said without hesitation, rather coldly, "If it can't be used by me, then kill him as soon as possible."

Jiang Luo said, "How would you turn him into a shikigami?"

Feng Li glanced at him, "Since you say that the grievance is very serious, you can't force it to subdue it, otherwise you will be in danger of eating the Lord. Then approach him first. Since it is a grievance, there must be someone who wants revenge. After avenging him, take the opportunity to gain his trust and refine him into a shikigami."

"It turned out to be like this," Jiang Luo suddenly realized, "Thank you, Mr., my disciple understands."

Therefore, in the original text, Chi You pretended to be weak in order to reduce Feng Li's vigilance and make Feng Li think he could be controlled. Feng Li approaching Chi You may just want to make Chi You a Shishi.

A powerful evil spirit and the original body are a straw bag, smart people know how to choose, no wonder Feng Li in the original book coldly watched Chi Youjiang, the original body, a child of the Feng family, tortured to death.

This is all because the value of Chi Yu is higher than that of the original body.

Jiang Luo raised his lips.

After staying with Feng Li's destiny for a long time, he suddenly a little... missed his little friend.

On the same day, Feng Li went down the mountain.

As his apprentice, Jiang Luo returned to the room in a good mood after watching him leave.

As soon as he returned to the room, Jiang Luo saw a budding rose in the vase on the table.

It's winter, but this rose is blooming vigorously, and it's still ashamed to talk. There was a bit of crystal clear dew on the rose, and the whole room seemed to be stained with a somewhat ambiguous and low-key rose fragrance.

Jiang Luo squinted his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were already raised high. He walked to the table lightly, took the rose out of the vase, and sniffed it lightly on the tip of his nose.

The warm dark fragrance hits like a tide.

Rose petals concealed the smile at the corner of the black-haired young man's mouth, his beautiful phoenix eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at the tabletop.

A white card was pressed under the vase.

Jiang Luo raised his hand and drew the card out. The card was rotated twice in his finger, revealing a line of words on it.

[Starting from today, I am going to pursue you crazy, see you tonight. ——Chi You】

"Crazy pursuit?" Jiang Luo raised his eyebrows, muttering to himself, "What kind of pursuit is crazy? Isn't it sure to let me die?"

He grinned, threw the rose on the bed casually, and burned the card with the lighter.

"Why do the things I burn come to you? What is the principle?" He "tsk", "but this thing is burned. After the thing is returned to the original owner, your face should look good, right?"

"It's a pity I can't see it."

The card became ashes, Jiang Luo blew it lightly, and a layer of dust from his hand flew to the ground. He wiped his hands with satisfaction, and when he looked back at the roses on the bed, he had to make a formal question.

How did Chi You send this rose in?

This is the residence of Chief Wei He. The destiny and the celestial master were there just now, but no one noticed the difference.

He was puzzled, and he heard a "hehehe" sound coming from the door. Jiang Luo looked back and saw that the ginseng essence was covered with mud, and he walked in slowly while crying.

Jiang Luo found out that the little ginseng was not in the house. He curiously asked, "Where have you been?"

"Dad, I'm evil," Little Ginseng looked up at him pitifully, step by step, and said, "I was playing in the quilt just now. I don't know what's going on. I especially want to go out and take a look. I've been here until now. At the gate, I found this rose. I didn’t know what I was thinking. After seeing the rose, I dragged it back like a demon, and hummed it to the bottle. I also pinched myself severely. , Cried out tears and gave roses as water, dad, look, it hurts me to pinch myself."

Jiang Luo looked at where it was pointing. The ginseng was white and fat, with no scars left. He touched his nose and coughed with a guilty conscience, but he knew what was wrong with the ginseng essence.

damn thing.

He cursed secretly, chase after people, and threatened to manipulate the child to serve the rose. Chi Youke is really promising.

Before Feng Li reached the bottom of the mountain, he was stopped by a beautiful monk.

The monk put his hands together in front of his chest, turning a string of Buddhist beads in his hands, and politely said: "Heavenly Master, my master would like to invite you."

Feng Li narrowed his eyes slightly, "Ge Wuchen?"

The monk smiled slightly, neither saying yes nor saying no, but pointed his finger to the south, repeating: "Heavenly Master, my master wants to invite you to meet him."

Feng Li asked calmly: "Who is the owner of your house?"

Ge Wuchen smiled and said nothing.

He didn't even want to say it, it was really insincere, Feng Li didn't want to waste time with them. As he was about to pass by Ge Wuchen, the monk smiled and said: "Tianshi, don't you want to know some secrets of your father's destiny?"

"Or something that the old master hasn't told you yet. The older generation will keep in mind the things that are about to be brought into the coffin." The monk said in a calm tone, sure that Feng Li would be interested. "There are some things. His half-brother Ji Yazi knew everything, but you didn’t know anything. For example, why did your father want to wash away your seven passions and six desires for you back then, or why he gave Ji Yazi a Yuan Dzi Bead... For another example, why did he fall in love with your disciple Jiang Luo again."

"If the celestial master is interested in these, it is better to delay some effort and come with me."

Feng Li stopped.

After a while, he turned around, his eyes gloomy, oppressively solemnly said: "Lead the way."