Demon’s Diary

“Sister Zhang, I can't remember anything. Until then, can I really keep my young face like a man in his 20s? It's unlikely, if that's the case, I'd be a monster!” The gray-haired old man replied in a faint and wooden manner.

At this time, Liu Ming, not only the old man whose face turned into the year of Hanaka, but also the memory of the practitioner, disappeared somehow.

“When I woke up, I was surprised to see you look so old. But maybe that's God's will. I have never known why you would call me Taoist friend and the purpose of such a scam for decades, but if my child did not die, but was raised by you, he opened the leaves smoothly. Then I'm too lazy to go after it. Let me walk you through the rest of your life.” Zhang Mai turned her face like a flower and looked at Liu Mingtiang's old face and said slowly, but anyone could hear the resoluteness in her words.

“Even if I can't remember what happened before, with you, it shouldn't be too hard to walk the rest of the way.” The gray-haired old man turned his head and looked at the white woman's face for a while before smiling.

“I hope so!” The white-haired woman sneered and smiled with a hint of happiness on her face.

……

Jucheng Tianyue Sect Hall is in the main hall.

“The time has come. Master Liu's nephew can't wake up the embroidery easily! Shidoyu, start exciting the nine-wheel reel.” The Cold Moon Master, who has been waiting quietly outside the battlefield, said to Yuan Zhi.

“Well, that's what we expected. Stone Fairy, please come down below.” The Numen nodded silently, turning to the beautiful woman next to him.

“Well, the matter was left to the concubine.” The beautiful woman in purple laughed and replied softly.

Then she lifted her jade fingers and dazzled a little over the center of the fraternity.

“Buzz” sound!

The white jade disc in the seven-color halo immediately spins quickly, leading the surrounding seven-color halo is also a blur.

After a muffled sound, a seven-colored light column sprayed out at the center of the jade plate and fell into the body of the embroidered woman on the jade table.

The woman groaned and although her eyes were closed, Dai Eyebrows frowned and seemed unconsciously painful.

The Leng Moon Master saw this too often and couldn't help but notice the concern.

Ye Tianmei is similarly subtle.

“Don't worry, Daoists! My nine-revolver reel only forcibly affects the virtual world of the worm, letting the two enter the way of the rehearsal of the manipulator simulation. It will also allow the two to create an unbreakable connection with each other even after the rehearsal, in accordance with the good secrets of the former Falun Front, and will never have any real damage to Master Zhang's nephew.” Stone Fairy seemed to see the fears of the two heavenly and moon Zonghua Jingqiang strong men, smiling and saying.

“Shi Daoyou himself, how can Poor Ni feel uncomfortable?” The Cold Moon Master heard too much and replied with a glance.

Ye Tianmei smiled slightly.

……

How many years have passed since the Illusion World.

And in a lively, lively city, a long-bodied, long-bodied, delicate lady with long eyebrows, is in a red satin loft holding a myriad of bright silk wrapped colored balls with her lips slightly biting at the crowd beneath.

Most of the crowd were 20-30 years old, a two-eyed young woman in the attic, full of fanaticism.

Not far away, there are more than a dozen housekeepers dressed up, holding sticks in the order below.

“Bell, what are you hesitating about? Those who can enter here are all innocent people. Let God choose Yilong for you.” A fat old man next to the woman saw the situation and smiled.

“Since the father said so, the daughter really threw it out.” Wonderful old women's silver teeth bite and a few shamelessly throw the colored ball down in their hands.

Almost all the young people flourished where the basketball had fallen when the crowd was in turmoil.

But at this moment, suddenly a blank wind swept through the sky, suddenly blowing the color ball away, and then falling behind, steadily fell into the arms of a 17-year-old schoolboy who was passing nearby.

Faced with a colored ball thrown in his arms, the scholar could not help but squeeze his tongue, but when he looked up into the attic, he was right against the gorgeous woman's eyes.

When they tremble, they can't help but create a strange feeling like they've known each other.

At this point, several housekeepers rushed to the young man, and someone immediately said with a smile:

“Congratulations, you are our master's dragon son-in-law. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the family dressed him with seven hands and eight feet of groomsmen's clothes and poured one of them towards the entrance to the attic.

Three years later.

At the gates of the city, young scholars of that year had given birth to short beards in their mouths, which was no wonder that a goodbye speech was being spoken to a good-age girl holding a two-year-old child in her arms.

The woman's abdomen was slightly raised and she was pregnant again.

A few months later.

In the other pool, in a guest room, the writer suddenly rolled on the ground with his head in his arms, and a moment later, he passed out motionless on the ground.

Half a day later, the writer slowly got up again, but after raising his hands and gazing for a moment, his eyes were filled with an extremely complex divine color.

Seven years later.

In a luxurious mansion, the woman hugged a big and small boy, her eyes sparkling across the street staring at the scholar in a big red official jacket, she just kept asking:

“Why, why, I've waited so hard at home for more than a decade, waiting only for a paper recess from you. Even so, don't you want your own flesh and blood! ”

The bookwriter looked at the opposite woman, his eyes were very strange, and after half a while, his sleeve shook and a blank piece of paper filled with text emerged, turning away without saying anything.

A moment later, a group of healthy women, like wolves, poured in from the door. When the two boys were about to take away from the woman's arms, they grabbed the woman's finger and pressed a mark on the blank paper, and went on and on.

Women sat on the floor with tears on their faces, but looked at the door with tremendous resentment.

……

Ten years later.

On a canoe, that magnificent bookmaker, had become a middle-aged man of majestic colour and stood at the bow of the boat looking forward to something.

“Master, please use a lotus spoon!” A somewhat dull voice, coming from behind.

When the man turned around, the back was a middle-aged woman with scars on her face, holding a tea tray with her hands and a pottery bowl with a nose full of fragrance.

“Sister Wang, you've been in my house for four or five years now. Somehow, the only thing that suits my appetite is the lotus spoon that you cook.” The man said slowly.

“The master loves the craftsmanship of slaves, which is an honor for slaves.” The woman replied with a low head.

“Yeah, I used to love the lotus spoon made by another person. Too bad this person isn't in the world anymore.” Middle-aged and faint, he said.

This time, the woman stopped interfacing with the tea tray with her hands.

The middle-aged man picked up the porcelain bowl and drank the lotus spoon slowly.

When women saw this situation, their bodies trembled slightly, lifting their heads slowly and staring at the man in front of them with hatred.

“What, Linger, do you finally feel like you don't have to hide your identity anymore?” The middle-aged man, facing the scene in no different colour, threw the porcelain bowl in his hand into the river and smiled slightly at the woman with the scar, she said.

“You… When did you know who I was?” The Scarface woman heard the story, but, like a thunderbolt in her ear, took two steps back in shock.

“Since when, naturally, is it time for you to mix in for the first time? Cough... this poison is so powerful, it should be the world's most powerful crane top red.” The man smiled softly, but as his face changed, a black blood gushed out of his mouth.

“Did you know I just poisoned the lotus spoon?” The woman looked at the stranger again and looked at the man, full of suspicion.

“Hey, you've been in my house all these years, and I usually only eat with silver bowls and silver chopsticks, and this is the only time I haven't brought anything with me. Such a good opportunity, how could you let go.” The man replied calmly, unchanging in color.

“If you know I poisoned you, why drink them! What exactly are you trying to do?” The Scarface woman felt she was going crazy and looked at the man mumbling in front of her and asked.

“Do you know that both of our children are now talented, one is attending school in Beijing, one has already won the examination and has been deported into a county decree.” Men still say calmly.

“Nonsense, I've heard the people in the house say that both my poor children have been abandoned by you. You bastard, don't ever lie to me again.” When a woman hears this, she starts off as a fool, but she immediately screams with emotion.

But strangely enough, despite such an extraordinary event, the entire boat remained quiet and no one came to see what was going on.

“I'm going to die soon, and it's necessary to lie to you again. This letter has the addresses of the two children, and I have something to tell you, and you keep it.” The man stroked a well-sealed letter from his sleeve and handed it over with no concern.

The woman subconsciously received the letter, but stared at the man who tried to kill him with her own hands almost night and night in front of her eyes and asked in one word:

“Why did you do it, why! ”

“Why! When you have read the contents of my letter, you will understand. Linger, no... Zhang Daoyou, I hope you can wake up after reading this letter. Otherwise, we shall see each other for the rest of our lives.” When a middle-aged man heard the words, he laughed bitterly and said that as the seven tricks began to bleed, the whole person fell down softly.