Kowloon pull coffin

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"Get back what you owe me."

"what?"

"Magic heart."

So that's the case, in fact, I should have understood when I saw the horrible blood hole in Jian Jia's chest.

She is not waiting for me, but for the pure demon heart that she has sacrificed for 3000 years.

The heart of Dao has been eliminated by her, she needs a heart that belongs to the devil.

"This is not my world. I need the energy from the Demon Heart to return to the ancient Demon Realm." Jian Jia said.

"Does the Primordial Demon Realm still exist?" I asked.

"All the three realms of the ancient times existed, but they had already become ruins, barren."

"Since it's already in ruins, why do you want to go back?"

"You want me to stay?" Jian Jia asked.

She has become a demon, the Three Realms cannot tolerate her, and my demonic way cannot tolerate her.

It is best to leave, because if she stays, it will bring endless disasters to my Demonic Dao.

"I can't keep you here," I said.

"In this case, give me back the demon heart." Jian Jia said.

"I can't give you the magic heart either." I said.

If I return the Demon Heart to Jian Jia, who will lead them to fight a battle of the Conferred Gods where there is no hope in the first place?

"You have lost your own heart before, so you must know the pain of the hollow man. You neither give me the devil's heart, nor kill me to free me. Do you want me to live in such pain?" Jian Jia asked.

I have nothing to say, I know the pain of being hollow.

Hollowness will freeze emotions, and then you will watch the closest people around you become strangers.

People will become more and more indifferent. Although they are still alive, they are undoubtedly dead.

It's not even as good as a ray of lonely soul. The lonely soul still retains the fetters of life, but the hollow man doesn't think about the past, and can't even perceive his own existence.

Losing yourself is undoubtedly the most painful thing in the world.

"Actually, you still have a choice." Jian Jia said.

"what?"

"Kill me, so that no one will ask you for a magic heart, and I will not continue to suffer."

Jian Jia walked towards me while talking.

Stepping on the dark ground with snow-white bare feet, Jian Jia walked towards me through the endless darkness.

With her footsteps, the blood hole in her chest began to bleed, the blood remained on the surface of her body, twisted under the black robe, and finally flowed to the ground along her bare jade feet.

I was so heartbroken seeing it, I really wanted to return the demon heart to her immediately.

Jian Jia walked in front of me, stretched out her hands and put her arms around my waist, her movements were as natural as if she had returned to the past.

But I know that we can never go back to the past, her eyes are very cold, and the black pupils can't see the slightest emotion, there is only endless emptiness.

Jian Jia is attached to my chest, seemingly gentle, but actually listening to my heartbeat.

"It's strong, and you take good care of it."

"Jianjia, I..."

"Don't call me Jian Jia, you know I'm not her."

"I never thought it would become what it is today."

"I didn't expect it to become like this. Lin Yuhua was afraid of responsibility and refused to wake up. The magic way needs a general who can break the army, so I came here without hesitation, hoping to condense the flawless magic grid and win the battle of the gods for the magic way. Unfortunately, I didn't figure out one thing until yesterday."

"what's up?"

"A devil is a devil. There is no so-called flawless magic grid in this world."

Jian Jia said that she only understood it yesterday, and I suddenly realized something, pushed her away, looked into her eyes and asked: "You said you only understood it yesterday, so you just discarded your Dao heart yesterday?"

"Hehe, if you had come one day earlier, the one waiting for you here would not be the me I am now. I will not break my Dao heart and clear my mind, and I will not return after turning demons."

I was speechless again, and my heart was occupied by endless regret.

Yes, Jian Jia has been in seclusion for many years without knowing it.

All these years, I only focused on comprehending the ancient swordsmanship, and never thought of coming here to see her.

"Sometimes I wonder, if the person who is retreating here is Lin Yuhua, your wife who Mingmei is marrying, will you not enter the phantom entrance for several years?"

Jian Jia asked me, and I was also asking myself.

"I told you that demons also have feelings, and those who have feelings need to be accompanied. Xie Lan, you are qualified as the patriarch of the demon way, and as a Taoist partner, you owe me too much. Over the years, even if you only need to step into the phantom magic entrance, turn around Just go, and I won't fall into the devil's path because of it."

"I've been waiting for you," I said.

"Hehe, you are not waiting for me, you are waiting for your demon warrior!"

Jian Jia's every word was like a sharp knife, piercing my heart with bruises all over my body.

Especially the last sentence, it shocked me.

"Xie Lan, I am obsessed with you, and you are my obsession."

Love parting, can't get what you want, resentment and hatred will meet.

From this point of view, Jian Jia is right, I am her demonic obstacle.

If it's just to improve her strength, even if she can't condense the flawless magic grid, she can return safely.

Demons are born from the heart, and when she thinks of me in her heart, demonic barriers arise.

Thinking of this, I feel even more ashamed to face her.

My heart hurts, the pain is unbearable, and I long for relief.

As soon as this thought came to me, I immediately lost my heartache.