Demon Becoming the Lord

"Let's go!"

Xiao Lang laughed mockingly, said two words with difficulty, and the knife behind him immediately followed. The two slowly walked out of the square, with bleak backs and heavy steps. Two figures, one tall and one short, walked northward under the mocking and complicated gazes of countless people.

Dongfang Hongdou looked at this lonely figure, remembering the countless scars on his body, she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, and finally couldn't help but bow her head and cry. However, Yun Zishan just glanced at Xiao Lang faintly, with a hint of intolerance on his face, and finally turned his eyes away and bowed his head in silence.

The Xiao family didn't even arrange a carriage to take them back!

Walking out of the square, those mocking gazes finally disappeared, and Xiao Lang felt a little more relaxed now. In just a few hundred meters, he felt hell-like torment. He looked back at the tall Soul Pavilion in a daze, narrowed his eyes, and finally said nothing, turned his head and left.

"Young wave, wait!"

At this moment, a figure quickly chased from behind, and the familiar voice made Xiao Lang's cold body feel a touch of tenderness.

Cha Mu walked bitterly, looking at Xiao Lang with his eyes full of loneliness, and didn't know what to say for a while, gritted his teeth, and finally sighed deeply: "No matter what, Shao Lang and Shao Dao will always be Chamu's friends. , If you have any needs, please give me an order, and Chamu will go all out!"

"Thank you Brother Cha!" Xiao Lang grinned reluctantly and waved his hand to let Cha Mu go back.

Cha Mu frowned, and said, "Or... I have someone arrange a carriage to take you back?"

"No need, knife, let's go!"

Xiao Lang shook his head, looked at Cha Mu and turned to leave. The knife scratched his head, nodded towards Cha Mu and followed Xiao Lang, and the two slowly left.

One tall and one short, one strong and the other thin. Two silhouettes walked slowly towards the other side of the street facing the cold wind. The spine was still straight and the pace was still steady, but Chamu could feel it no matter how they looked. The indelible loneliness.

Walking on the bustling street, Xiao Lang's heart began to calm down slowly in the cold wind blowing. How other people think of him, he already feels indifferent, he is just a little scared, how will he face Xiao Qingyi later?

He knows exactly how much Xiao Tsingyi expects him!

He knew better how much this woman had paid to nurture her. A beautiful and prosperous woman, for him, abandoned the prosperity of the imperial capital and Xiao family, abandoned countless men who admired her, and abandoned her youth. Take him wandering around the world, bring him from childhood to adulthood, nurture him, teach him to speak, teach him to practice, teach him to read, and face the enemy's chase, the eyes of the world...

In Xiao Lang's eyes, Xiao Tsingyi is no different from his mother. He has nurtured and nurtured a child for 18 years. In the past eighteen years, Xiao Lang has never let Xiao Qingyi down, but today he wants to make her... desperate!

Thinking of this, Xiao Lang's heart was like a knife, and his steps staggered. Thinking of Xiao Qingyi's distressed face when he learned that he had awakened a dead soul, Xiao Lang wished to stab himself twice.

Standing at a street corner, Xiao Lang's footsteps stopped. He stared blankly at the endless stream of people, watching countless carriages galloping by and electric shock, he suddenly had the thought of not daring to go back.

He didn't want to see that woman, didn't want to see her disappointed and sad...

Xiaodao stood beside him silently, without the previous silly smile on his face, he just quietly looked at Xiao Lang, looking at his desolate face, and suddenly had an urge to cry.

Da da da!

A luxurious carriage quietly stopped by the two of them, Xiao Lang and Xiaodao subconsciously looked up, but saw a beautiful and flowery smiling face on the car window.

Oriental red beans!

"I'll take you back, Xiao Lang, you can get in the car if you are a man!"

Dongfang Hongdou's tone was still hot, and there was no distress in his eyes, only the meaning of incomparable determination.

Xiao Lang paused, instinctively trying to refuse, but seeing Dongfang Hongdou's paranoid gaze, he finally got into the carriage indifferently, and the knife climbed up, instead of going in, he sat outside.

The carriage is luxurious and has a light fragrance, just like a girl's boudoir. Xiao Lang sat on a small wooden bench casually after entering, but he was a little lost and fell silent.

"Why? I am awakened and I still can't believe it? It feels like the sky is falling? I feel like I am dead and people are dead? Xiao Lang, you really disappoint me, you know?"

The carriage slowly moved forward towards the Xiao family compound. Dongfang Hongdou spoke, with a very flat tone, but the words were stabbed in Xiao Lang's heart like a knife.

But he still didn't look up, nor said anything. He was still thinking about a question, how would he face Xiao Qingyi later?

"Xiao Lang, look up at me!"

Dongfang Hongdou's tone suddenly became agitated. Xiao Lang subconsciously raised her head and looked at her. The corners of Dongfang Hongdou's mouth were mocking, and he said coldly, "Xiao Lang, are you still a man? One failure will blow you like this? No? Is it just awakening a dead soul? In history, there is not a lot of souls who have become strong with perseverance. The military **** alone is a scholar who is not the same as the heroes? Besides, is there a congenital soul in the world? You will not look for it. Swallowed? It doesn't matter if the soul is abolished, if a person is abolished, you will really become a invalid!"

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Lang gave a wry smile, Military God? Only one came out in more than a thousand years. Although he thinks he is not too stupid, he has not yet reached the point where his wisdom is like a demon.

Innate soul?

Xiao Qingyi said that in history, only two or three people have successfully swallowed it. How lucky is it? As for ordinary warriors who cultivate to become strong with great perseverance, it is even more a joke. What is the ultimate realm that ordinary warriors can reach in history? Zhan Zun peak? Or the King of War? This is at best the strength of an ordinary elder in the Xiao family...

As the realm improves, martial arts cultivation will become more and more difficult. The golden age of martial arts cultivation is very short. After the age of 40, the speed of cultivation will slow down, and it will be difficult to make breakthroughs by the age of 60. The cultivation speed of ordinary warriors is too slow and too slow compared to Soul Warriors, and there is basically no major achievement in this life.

Seeing that he had said so much, Dongfang Hongdou still laughed at himself even more because of the lack of loneliness on Xiao Lang's face. Her eyes dimmed, and she knew that Xiao Lang would have difficulty standing up in this life.

Congwen? Become a master of literature?

This was actually a joke, even if Xiao Lang became a bachelor, he would still be a waste in the eyes of the world. The dynasty was weak, and the Academy was a decoration. Many orders from the Academy were completely pampered. Not to mention the four big families, even the general big families directly ignored them.

After all, this world is still a world where Wu is the respect and the strong is supreme.

Xiao Lang had offended so many princes, if he stayed in the Xiao family, he would definitely be killed by countless cold arrows once he became a bachelor in the cabinet.

After Xiao Lang returned to the imperial capital, he wanted to keep a low profile but was forced to keep a high profile all the way, stepping on the shoulders of countless people to an extremely high position, with countless auras covering his head.

However, the higher you stand, it seems...the worse you fell.