Demon’s Diary

Decades later, by the woods behind a somewhat ruined complex, an elderly man in a lonely robe stood faceless in front of a clay bag with his hands still on his back.

After a long time, the sound of the back footsteps came out.

A gray-haired woman, carrying a long, short, two-legged sword, slowly came from a path not far away.

“Villain, you have a lot of nerve. How dare you ask me to meet you here this time!” The white-haired woman suddenly stopped walking outside a dozen husbands, staring at the old man in the robe, coldly said.

“Why don't you ask me over? You've hunted me a hundred times in the last few decades. But when can you really get it! But you're much more stable now, and I'm afraid you wouldn't have said any more bullshit a few decades ago, and come and fight your husband in the morning.” The old man in the robe turned around and said with a light colour.

“Hmm, I want to tear you to shreds, but I have to admire your ability to escape. But don't worry, I will personally end your life and dig out your heart and put it in front of my child's grave. ”

The woman with white hair is naturally Zhang maid who has been spending almost the year of her armor, but for decades, she did not know how to encounter it. Although her hair was full of white hair, her face regained the appearance of delicacy when she was young. At this moment, after speaking with the sound of hatred, her eyes swept behind the elderly.

This earthen bag, the nameless grave where she buried her own bone and meat clothes herself without erecting a tombstone.

Although the woman was somewhat strange as to why she knew the place, by then she had been filled with hatred and could no longer bear to move her arms, drawing out all the swords behind her in the clear sound.

“Hey, hey, don't worry. I've been haunted for so many years, I've been too lazy to run anymore. This time, you and I are immortal, and only one person can leave this place alive.” The old man in the robe hey hey after a sound, his palm pressed to the waist, immediately “choking”, also pulled a soft knife shaking brightly out of the waist.

“Well, if that's true, I naturally cannot ask for it.” Zhang smiled coldly, and as soon as her body moved, she danced her swords and rushed up.

The old man took a deep breath and greeted him with a knife.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought together in a ping-pong voice.

Compared to a few decades ago, they were obviously much stronger in both their moves and their hands, but the more so, the more alarming they looked in the shadow of a sword.

Unlike before, almost all of them attacked more and less this time.

Less than a while later, the white woman had a few more blood troughs, while the old man's arm was pierced through a large, fleshy hole, soft and droopy without any more action.

The white-haired woman suddenly scolded after looking at an opportunity, and the two swords in her hand turned into a shooting of two rainbows.

The old man jumped aside in a panic and let two swords sweep past him, laughing at the same time:

“You handicraft, I don't know how many times I've been taught many years ago, do you really think you can hurt me? ”

The white-haired woman sniffed and looked cold at her opponent motionless.

When the old man in the robe noticed something was wrong, there was a broken voice behind him.

But it was those two blades that shot the sword one after the other circled, and the opposite laser came back.

“Pfft” and “Pfft” sounds.

The two cut-off blood blades immediately came out of the chest hole that could not be avoided, and the old man in the robe fell one by one, and suddenly half-knelt on the ground.

“Here we go! This hand spins off the sword, and I practiced it 10 years ago, but I never showed it to you again. Now, that seems to be the right thing to do. Villain, you finally fell into my hands. Cut off your limbs first, or dig out your eyes first.” The white-haired woman saw the situation and made a smooth laugh. As she moved, she came to the old man, her sleeves trembled again, and another blue-haired dagger appeared in her hand, staring at the old man's face, Moro said.

The old man looked down at the sharp blade on his chest and looked up at the white woman with crazy colors on her face, but she had a strange expression on her face. After coughing twice, her voice suddenly turned low and said:

“Nice! Looks like Zhang Daoyou is indulging in this fantasy world, but his talent on the swordwalk is still so amazing. Have you ever dreamed of flying in the sky and killing strong enemies with your sword? ”

“This voice…, you…… who are you!” The white-haired woman had shaken her wrist and was ready to drive the dagger to the robe man's neck, but after listening to this, her face turned pale.

“Have you never doubted that you have been informed repeatedly over the years and have been able to block me with the utmost accuracy?” The old man in the robe replied with a smile.

Listening to another familiar male voice coming from the enemy population in front of her, the white woman's body began to tremble and suddenly put the dagger away, holding up the face of the old man with one hand and quickly stroking around the edge with one hand.

A moment later, "La” shouted, a thin, papery thing unveiled from the face of the elderly, revealing a youthful face of extreme youth.

“Brother Liu, it's you! What is this, how can you pretend to be this thief, and keep it normal as it was decades ago? Is it possible to eat a yummy flower?” The white-haired woman stared at the young man's face and asked with a trembling voice.

The young man had never seen a woman again “Liu Ming” before or after dozens of years.

“The thief in your heart was always me. And the people who have been giving you information over the years, I sent someone to tell you. As for me, it's because I'm just an outsider to the world today, and naturally I don't have to follow the laws of old and ill death.” The voice just dropped, Liu Ming suddenly stood up, his hands slapped in front of his chest, and his swords were forced off his back, while his chest wounds quickly healed at the visible speed of the naked eye.

Such a strange scene, if you change it to something else, naturally surprises the white-haired woman.

But now, the woman's face was getting cold and suddenly her arms moved, and the dagger lay directly on the young man's throat, while the word harshly asked Liu Ming:

“So you killed my kid, and you set it all up. Why are you doing this? ”

Just as the voice fell, the woman's dagger moved forward, leaving a shallow blood mark on Willow's throat, blood flowing straight through.

Liu Ming turned a blind eye to this, only to show a strange sudden “pap” two times.

The sound of footsteps in the nearby woods led to a group of people coming out of it.

The head is a middle-aged man dressed in a clerical outfit, next to a woman of almost age, followed by two other young couples.

In the hands of one of the young women, she also held a baby who looked a few months old and looked at everything in horror.

“What are you up to, who are they?” Zhang was shocked by the situation, but soon found out that they were just a group of ordinary people, and Yanagi shouted and drank.

“Hey, Taoist Zhang, let's take a closer look at what they look like.” Liu Ming replied with a smile.

“Appearance? They are…” The white haired women looked at the new group with alarm and found that most of them looked very good, especially for middle-aged men in overalls, giving them an innumerable sense of kindness.

“Show her your palms.” Liu Ming did not immediately answer the woman's question, but turned to the middle-aged man to give a shout.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but he punched his left palm in the white hair and opened it. As a result, in the middle of his palm, he had three red moles the size of rice particles, and the finished fonts were arranged.

When the white woman saw these blood moles, she was badly wounded, and the dagger in her hand went directly to the ground without knowing it. She just stared at the middle-aged man without blinking, and her mouth was full of mumbling “impossible” and other words.

Just then, Liu Ming's body swung behind the white woman's back, slapping her hands on her shoulder, and sipping loudly in her mouth:

“If life is a dream, Mother Zhang, wake up! ”

“Life is a dream! Zhang Embroidery, Zhang Embroidery...” The woman with white hair was already in a turbulent mood. After being excited by the thunderous words in her ears, her face was all blank, but there was a hint of sudden expression doped into it.

Liu Ming is delighted to see this situation!

The drink he had just had, though without any magic in it, also used a kind of magic learned on the island of Homicide, which could shock the opponent's palm with sound. He's used here today, and it does have some effect.

Just as Liu Ming thought of applying the technique again, suddenly the sky burst out of sulleness and thunder, countless black clouds rolled out instantly, one of which only Liu Ming could see the giant bug fiction emerge under the cloud in the sky, with enough acreage size, and sprayed down the mouth.

Liu Ming felt only a burst of ice-clear cold wind blowing nearby, passing him and the woman with white hair.

“Grunting."

The white-haired woman fell to the ground in the cold wind, her face just appeared blind and sudden and vanished instantly without a trace.

And while Liu Ming stood still in place, the moment the cold wind entered, his mind suddenly sank, and the whole person became dizzy.

At this time, the giant worm phantom in the sky disappeared.

……

A year later, under an abnormal green hill, a man and a woman walked slowly by a trail.

The woman is Zhang maid, but the man is an old man with wrinkled grey hair. You can only see from between the eyebrows that Liu Ming is a little magical.

“Brother Liu, you really can't remember why you pretended to be an evil man and took my child away while raising him.” The gray-haired woman walked with the gray-haired old man and asked softly.