Qingxun has a master.

His master Bai Cang, the lord of Wu Ya, the most powerful demon cultivator in the world.

Qing Xun didn't understand anything, and he didn't understand anything. He only knew that he belonged to Bai Cang now, and his life and death were at the master's will.

It is said that the demon cultivators in the house are very ferocious, and like to torture and kill them, some lowly slaves. Qing Hao is already ready to die, and it doesn't seem to matter that he can live one more day, one day, three days... the difference.

He closed his eyes tremblingly, ready to accept his fate.

But what surprised him was that what happened next was not as terrible as he thought it was. He opened his eyes blankly, if it was just like that...why would those boys and girls so afraid?

What about the things that the men in the village did to women before?

Qing Xun didn't understand.

Because of a powerful master, Qing Xun lived a luxurious life that he could never dream of before.

It turns out that in the barren and desolate Western Regions, you can also eat fish and meat at every meal, sleep on soft beds that you have never slept in before, wear silk and satin that you have never worn before, live in a room inlaid with night pearls, and There are servants to serve him in his daily life...

Do you want to make a furnace-ding life?

Is it what others say, with a powerful master, everything you can get?

No wonder it's so enviable...

Everything is as unreal as stepping on the clouds... Qing Xun was trembling and cautious, lest he would wake up from a dream, but as time passed, he realized that he had almost everything. Don't do it, just serve your master well, you can easily get everything...

He was out of control and had a greedy heart.

I want to go on like this forever and never want to go back to the past.

I want to live... no more starvation and cold, no more fear.

Resignation, because there is no hope and cannot resist, once there is the slightest possibility of changing one's fate, the extravagant hope in the bottom of my heart will again be unwilling to jump.

He never wanted to die.

Using his not-so-smart head, he began to rack his brains to figure out how to please his master.

Qing Xun remembered that in the past in Heishui Village, the village chief's wife would dress up carefully to please the village chief, smearing powder and twisting her waist, making the skinny and ugly old man dazzled by her...‌‌ The only way Qing Xun has ever seen to please a man is that he is much prettier than the village chief's wife, and he will definitely make the master like him more.

Qing Xun asked his servants to bring him all kinds of clothes and rouge, and began to look in the mirror, using his lack of imagination to imagine what men liked. Hong, put on a suit of light green gauze clothes that he thought was the most beautiful, and stood at the door from morning to night to welcome his master.

His mood was very uneasy and uneasy, but in his heart he couldn't help but imagine that the master was dazzled by the color of his fascination.

"Heaven Comes"

In the middle of the night, Bai Cang finally came.

The man was still dressed in black, with a bloody smell that had never dissipated. He saw Qingxun at the door, and suddenly stopped, his cold pupils fixed on him.

Qing Xun's expression solidified on his face, why didn't the master come over, doesn't he like his appearance?

Just as he panicked—

When he saw the cold master who had always been stern and unspeakable, he made a loud noise he had never heard before, as if he had seen something very interesting.

The owner is gone.

Qing Xun was stunned and followed suit.

Bai Cang strode forward, picked him up and threw him on the soft slump, looked down at him condescendingly, and made a playful voice: It's very interesting, I like it very much.

Qing Xun's eyes shone brightly, like a puppy wagging its tail, cheering for the owner's praise, happy from the bottom of his heart.

The master let him eat and clothe himself, let others dare not bully him, and gave him everything he had never had before.

The master brought him out from the boundless abyss.

He likes his master.

When the owner is happy, he is happy.

A year is fleeting.

 Within a year, Qing Xun saw people dying around him constantly.

He has seen twisted mummified corpses thrown into mass graves, slaves who have been chopped off and collared on their feet, miserable medicinemen who have been used to refine medicines to practice gu, and there is a little mistake The servants who were brutally executed... and the boys and girls who came to the house at the time of him died one by one, and the familiar faces gradually disappeared...

A year has passed, and only one out of ten survived.

Qing Xun finally understood why they hated him so much, because he not only survived, but also the best one.

And he only needs to serve one master, the most powerful of his masters, let him live a life of fine clothes and food, and never beat and torture him... When the master is in a good mood occasionally, he will hug him Put him on your lap, tease him like a pet, spend a little time with him...

Qing Xun is so dependent on each other, as if the master has everything about him, his world.

 Once again, something happened.

Wuya and Xueshamen fought because of the turf. As usual, like a well-behaved pet, waiting for the owner's return, suddenly an old man with red beards appeared in the air!

The old man glanced over at one glance, and those sullen eyes were like a falcon seeing a rabbit.

Qing Xun was terrified and stiff. He stayed in Wuya all the time. Except for Wuya's demon cultivator, he had never seen outsiders, let alone such a terrifying existence.

The old man in red made a frantic sound and roared: "Bai Cang, I've slaughtered Wu Ya, what can I do with me!"

The old man stretched out and waved, and the blazing flames rushed towards his face. Qing Xun fell to the ground, and the sea of ​​fire seemed to flash in front of him. He took him back to a year ago, when the woman was placed on the fire by the villagers, and the fire burned All day and night, and now the boundless flames hit, but no one will stand in front of him...

Qing Xun closed his eyes and waited for death to come, but for a long time, he didn't smell the burnt meat.

 What happened?

Qing Xun slowly opened his eyes.

The man in black was like a demon, standing with his back to him, the blazing sea of ​​fire was cut in half by a knife, and the ground was scorched by the flames, but he was intact, not even stained with a trace of sparks ...

The man's face was stern and deep, and the corners of his lips had a cold and mocking look. He stretched out his arms and grabbed the shoulders of the red old man, and he was torn in half!

Fresh blood drenched Qing Xun's head and face, and his eyes were dull and his feet were shaking when he was hot...

However, the man turned his head and glanced at him lightly, then sneered and said: Useless thing.

Qing Xun knew that he had always been a useless thing.

Once he was a burden to women, now he is a plaything for men.

You can only live by depending on others.

But it was useless to me, and it even saved me.

He looked at the man in front of him greedily and nostalgically, only he knew... At that moment, the back of the man overlapped with the woman.

The man stood there, invincible and unattainable, like the supreme god in his world.

He had exhausted everything, but couldn't find it, the back that gradually moved away from him, and now he finally saw it again...

 Let me no longer be displaced, no longer be afraid, no longer pay the price of my life for a bite of food and meat...

Qing Xun couldn't deny that he was addicted to everything.

Greedy and wants to stay with the master forever.

As long as can stay with master...

He can do anything.

I just want to keep dreaming.

Bai Cang killed the sect master of Xuesha Sect, the dragons of Xuesha Sect were headless, and they were killed by Wuya. They survived, but Bai Cang killed them mercilessly. The blood flowed into a river in the hall that was boundless overnight, and the blood of the disciples of Xueshamen filled the magic circle. Some corpse puppets who will not die and are not afraid of pain and have amazing fighting power, continue to fight and fight for Bai Cang.

Bai Cang's ferocity and cruelty made other sects stunned, but Bai Cang didn't care. The Western Wilderness has always only had death and death, and there is no such thing as mercy and kindness.

Qing Xun's son was back to normal again.

This year, Wuya received another batch of tributes, including several furnaces and cauldrons of good quality. They sent them over from Bai Cang, but Bai Cang showed no interest, so he just casually sent them over. Those boys and girls were distributed to...

Bai Cang looked at Qing Xun who was uneasy, pinched his chin and joked: Don't worry, I have enough.

Qing Xun stared into the man's eyes and fell into those deep and dark purple pupils, as if he saw his entire world from inside. Once there was only fear and despair in his world... But the existence of a man made him His world is no longer desolate and dead, and the land with no grass has gradually sprung up some buds, such as the tenacious growth of vitality, and he began to extravagantly hope for the impossible...

He extravagantly hoped that in the eyes of his master, he might not be the same.

Qing Xun lived in Wuya for over 100 years.

Years passed, and everyone knew that Bai Cang loved him the most. Although other demons looked down on him, Qingxun had a good master, and Bai Cang's dogs were more precious than their lives...

Bai Cang likes his funny appearance, and is willing to spoil him and accommodate him, and even take him out occasionally.

The Tianzong in the Western Wilderness is gray and gloomy, like an airtight, dirty bedding, and sunlight can only get in through the cracks with difficulty...

‌Tian Baicang took Qing Xun out as a guest.

The mountain master of Zhanyun Mountain is a thousand-year-old reckless monster. Although the monsters in the Western Wasteland are always fighting, they occasionally form alliances. The master of Zhanyun Mountain and Bai Cang are allied. He has a pair of The yellow turbid vertical pupils, the face is long and narrow, and there are scales on the temples that have never faded away.

Qing Xun was a little scared and hid in Bai Cang's body. As long as the master was there, no one could hurt him.

The master of Zhanyun Mountain warmly welcomed Bai Cang, and the host and guests were very happy at the banquet. Bai Cang suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked: Can the thousand-year-old blood vine mountain master cut off his love?

Zhanyun Mountain Master Haha Da: Master Bai is so sincere, how could I not give the thousand-year-old blood vine.

Bai Cang took the blood vine, showing satisfaction.

And the dinner party came to an end.

Bai Cang suddenly stood up, he looked at Qing Xun lovingly, patted his head, and said in a low voice: "Stay in the house, I'll be back when I go."

Qing Xun grabbed the corner of Bai Cang's clothes, everything in it was so unfamiliar, it made him terrified, he didn't want to leave Bai Cang, his eyes begged... But Bai Cang looked displeased and looked at him coldly. ‌.

Qing Xun finally let go, he didn't want the master to be unhappy.

The owner said he would come back, and he would definitely come back.

So, it should be alright...

It's white.

Only Qing Xun was left with a gradually receding back.

Zhanyun Mountain Master looked at Qing Xun who was uneasy, and moved to Qing Xun's front, only then did Qing Xun realize that Zhanyun Mountain Master's lower body was a snake body, covered with ferocious scales, glowing with a cruel and cold light .

Qing Xun's scalp was numb with fear, and he subconsciously wanted to escape.

But before he could take a step, he was swept back by a huge snake's tail. The master of Zhanyun Mountain spit out a snake letter, and a sinister sound came out in his ear: "Master," Sent to me.

In just a short sentence, every word was like thunder, and Qing Xun's body was numb and ice-cold to the bone. His lips trembled and retorted, saying that it was impossible, his master would not abandon him, he The owner's favorite...

His master's favorite...

The master will definitely be back...

He repeated every sentence over and over again.

As if, it will become real.

But it's useless, even if repeat it a thousand times or ten thousand times, the master will not come back...

He was discarded.

Qing Xun could not accept such a fact.

No, things won't be the same, the master likes him the most, the master treats him so well, the master won't want him.

He firmly believed that the master did not abandon him...

As if the only strength that supported him in despair and survived.

At that moment, Qing Xun, who had been following the crowd, had a strong obsession and unwillingness in his heart for the first time, and was unwilling to accept his fate.

He wants to see his master, he has to ask his master himself, ask his master if he is not careful, he has forgotten him in the house, he does not want his...

Or maybe, the master was in danger, so he didn't have time to come back to pick him up...

He's going back to find his master...

Qing Xun pretended to be afraid of submissiveness, confuses the Zhanyun Mountain Master, and escaped from there when the Zhanyun Mountain Master was not paying attention.

‌All the way, it's easy to come here.

When he returned, he was full of thorns.

There were times when Qing Xun thought he was going to die. Without water and food, any monster could kill him. The road was full of swamps and all kinds of poisons... He seemed to be back in the past, back to the kind of food that was eaten for a bite of food. You can do anything to survive in a world full of crises...

He had thought that it was all away from him, that he would never go back to that past again.

No longer have to go hungry and face the fear of death all the time.

But one day, it came like a sudden...

But he can't die in the house, he has to go back to his master.

There was only one belief in his heart.

This belief supported him on his way home.

Days and nights.

Qing Xun finally returned to Wuya. He was muddy all over, his feet were bloodstained, and his clothes were tattered. He was almost killed by the magic cultivator at the door, but they recognized him. When he came, he also brought him to Bai Cang.

Qing Xun stood in front of the familiar courtyard. He was very hungry, his wound was bleeding, and he was crumbling... But he still had a faint hope and pushed open the door.

His master sat there lazily, and the clean and charming young man knelt down at the man's feet, holding up the glazed cup with grapes, and looked at the man in front of him admiringly and ingratiatingly.

The teenager occupied the place where Qing Xun used to be, wearing clothes that Qing Xun once wore, and accompanying the man instead of him...

The young man is not as good-looking as Qing Xun, but it is not bad. At the moment, he is clean, and even more embarrassed than Qing Xun, who is covered in blood.

Bai Cang raised his eyes and saw Qing Xun, showing a hint of surprise, then frowned slightly, as if he had seen a dirty thing, and said lightly, "What are you doing back here?"

The only little hope left, in Bai Cang's cold eyes and understated words, shattered into pieces, the pieces turned into ice water, and his blood was freezing cold.

For a moment, he could no longer deceive himself.

He lied to his master only to accidentally forget it.

You are in danger by lying to your master.

The truth is very simple, the master doesn't want him anymore.

The master sent it out and exchanged it for a thousand-year-old blood vine, that's all.

As the master of Zhanyun Mountain told him at the beginning.

This obsession is doomed to be unintentional.

He was too stupid to think that he was no good to Bai Cang, but in fact there was nothing wrong with him, he had always been the humble one, a furnace-ding only for the owner's enjoyment, a quilt. A plaything that his gods have pity for.

never changes.

A dream he wished he would never wake up from.

Finally woke up.

Qing Xun was taken out. As a sent-out thing, he is not qualified to serve Bai Cang anymore... The only thing that is fortunate is that Bai Cang didn't expel him, so he stayed in the dark. In the past, he became a lowly servant.

Qing Xun lived in a filthy house with other servants, doing the lowest and most tiring work in the world. Others saw him in a state of desperation and fell into trouble, and even the servants humiliated him with schadenfreude in order to get him. Teasing him for fun, letting him do the most, and grabbing most of his food.

Qing Xun's body began to add new wounds constantly, and the new wounds covered the old ones, like mud that was trampled on the ground and repeatedly crushed.

At first he would be unwilling to suffer.

But slowly, he realized that it was his life, and he went around in a big circle, but he just returned to the beginning... Or, the night he was dragged out by the villagers, he should have died in the fire among.

He had received something that was not his, and now he has returned it.

That's all.

Qing Xun never thought of escaping, because when he left, he would only die faster.

A numb life is like a corpse, a life like a humble ant, and he should have understood a little... Now it's just because of his self-control and wishful thinking. Just a price.

Occasionally, he would crawl on the ground with other servants and watch Bai Cang pass by in front of him.

But Bai Cang never looked down at him again.

God is destined to be high and high, and he can't reach what he can achieve, Qing Qing thought about it...

until one night.

His gods fell before him.

In Bai Cang's sect, Wu Ya has rapidly expanded and annexed many sects around it, but Bai Cang is ruthless. Once a sect is annexed, it often does not stay, even in the ruthless Western Wasteland. He is also notoriously cruel and terrifying.

In order to stop Bai Cang's pace, the demon sects fighting each other united.

When no one thought of it, the seventeen demon sect alliances attacked Wuya.

Wu Ya's disciples were killed before they could.

Blood flowed.

The three top elites joined forces to deal with Bai Cang, while Rao Bai Cang's cultivation was very strong, but he was seriously injured and lost in the end.

Qing Xun always thought that Wu Ya was the most powerful force, and Bai Cang was the most powerful being, the omnipotent god in his eyes.

But one day, he curled up in an inconspicuous corner, raised his head, and watched his god fall from the top of the high school.

He just realized that his God is not omnipotent.

Bai Cang will also die.

The boundless will also be shattered.

Just like his former village, where the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive, no one can last forever.

Qing Xun stared blankly at everything until the man in black, covered in blood, suddenly fell in front of him.

‌Bai Cang.

The man who used to be as powerful as a demon is now pale and weak, like a beast on the verge of death... As close as he is, struggling to the death in front of his eyes...

Qing Xun's heart began to thump and thump up.

He seemed to want to get close, but he didn't dare. He was afraid of shrinking and struggling, so he just looked at Bai Cang... Suddenly there was a voice in front of him, and the search team came.

With the sound of footsteps getting closer...

Qing Xun suddenly rushed out, using all his strength, Bai Cang dragged back to the dog hole where he was hiding.

The sound of footsteps passed over his head, the leaves covered the entrance of the hole, and no one found that there was a person hiding inside.

The dog hole is very narrow, Bai Cang was dragged in, his slender legs were forced to bend, and the person was so close, Qing Xun didn't even dare to look into Bai Cang's eyes, he had never done anything as crazy as this,  His god was dragged into a dog hole with himself, such a dirty and lowly thing...

He didn't even know, where did the courage at that moment make him dare to approach Bai Cang again?

‌People snuggle together, body temperature and breathing are intertwined, and the mouth is dry.

He remembered the son who used to be by Bai Cang's side, everything that made him nostalgic, but he shouldn't expect those, he should have some self-knowledge... He carefully shrank his body and tried to stay as far away from Bai Cang as possible.

Time passed by, and it was light and dark.

Those people couldn't find Bai Cang, and gradually became quiet. Qing Xun listened patiently for a long time, making sure that there was no one there, and quietly got out of the dog hole.

He is weak and inconspicuous. In order to survive, he has learned how to avoid others. In the courtyard where his servants live, he found some food that he had hidden before, because sometimes there may not be three or three of them. So no matter how hungry he was, he would stock up on some food as much as possible.

The dry steamed buns have long been sour and stinky.

But Qing Xun could only find some.

He took some things back to the dog cave, barely daring to look into Bai Cang's eyes, how could he give the master something to eat?

But the owner is injured, and if he doesn't eat again, he will die.

Qing Xun struggled for a long time, finally summoned up the courage, handed the steamed bun to Bai Cang, tremblingly said: I only have one, I'm sorry, I'm too useless, I'm sorry...

He thought that Bai Cang would despise him, and sneered at him... Qing Xun watched Bai Cang lift up, shrank his head subconsciously, and closed his eyes in fear.

But for a moment, he only heard Bai Cang's cold and blunt voice: Besides being sorry, what else would he say.

Qing Xun flinched, becoming more and more ashamed, and just as he was about to withdraw... Bai Cang grabbed his wrist.

There seemed to be some kind of emotion in his eyes that he had never seen before.

But neither blame nor contempt.

The stern man stared at him, his thin lips opened and closed slightly, his voice hoarse and low: nothing to be sorry for.

The man took the steamed buns from him, as if eating something and taking it for granted.

Qing Xun was stunned for a moment, and the light flashed in his eyes. Although Bai Cang was very cold, what he meant was that he did nothing wrong...

They stayed in a narrow dog hole for three whole days. There were fewer people searching outside, but Wu Ya was destroyed. As soon as Bai Cang went out, they would be doomed.

And the food was gone.

They also came to a dead end.

Because of the injury, Bai Cang's qi and blood are disordered, and his condition is not very good. He is sometimes awake and sometimes in a coma.

And when Bai Cang was in a coma, for the first time, Qing Xun could look at each other recklessly and greedily at each other's faces... ,  He had never dared to hope for the intimacy...

But, Bai Cang is about to die.

Qing Xun remembered what the Zhanyun Mountain Master said to him before in Zhanyun Mountain. The Zhanyun Mountain Master said that his rare and superb furnace-cauldron could not only be used for double cultivation to improve his cultivation, but if he completely absorbed it. He has collected his blood essence, and even a very good top-notch supplement. He is very valuable to the magic cultivators, and will be a living cultivation resource.

Therefore, Zhanyun Mountain Master was willing to take out the thousand-year-old blood vine and exchange him with Bai Cang.

They ran out of food, but if Bai Cang sucked himself, he might be able to recover some of his power so that he wouldn't have to die in it.

Bai Cang has more hope of surviving than himself.

Is it better to live alone than to die together?

Besides, he should already be dead.

Qing Xun carefully stretched out, gently holding up Bai Cang's face, making all sorts of overstepping gestures, something he never dared to do before...

But for a moment, he finally mustered up the courage.

Just a single person, when he was most at a loss and helpless, gave him a life without food and clothing... Just a single person, when he was facing death threats, stood in front of him without hesitation.

He gave himself a lot, but he didn't even have the qualifications to chase after his back.

He is so humble...

Even being abandoned can only be accepted.

Bai Cang Xu  felt something, he opened his eyes, those purple eyes seemed to have something different in the icy cold.

Qing Xun showed a face, the most relaxed and happiest face in his life, he said softly: Master, use me.

‌‌The best thing he can do, think about it...

It's still useful to me, isn't it?

When Bai Cang heard the words, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he lifted him to push him away, but at this time Bai Cang was too weak, and he couldn't even push Qing Xun away.

Qing Xun looked at him intently, those beautiful eyes were full of brilliance that had never been seen before, he lowered his head, and gently kissed Bai Cang's lips, showing his face, he was in white. In Cang's eyes, he saw his own face——

With a hint of cunning, fortunate, presumptuous, complacent, and liberated, it seems like a bird that has finally broken free from the chains.

He has always lived humble.

Weak, cowardly and incompetent, he never made any decisions on his own.

Go with the flow and let fate dictate everything.

For the first time, he did something daring and reckless without any scruples.

It turns out that the taste is so good.

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