He and It

Saying these words, the inner demon feels boring for no reason.

Anyway, he didn't really want to talk to me. He was looking at Yan Huan, and his words and voice were also for Yan Huan.

It's boring, it's completely boring.

Liu Fuguang looked at him steadily, as if he was sure of something.

"Look at me," he laughed, "I'm not talking to anyone else, you should look at me."

Looking at "Yan Huan" in front of him, Liu Fuguang's expression was just like the smile he often showed to Yan Huan when he was still a Taoist monk of Dragon God.

However, after all, he had not laughed like this for a long time, and at first, it was inevitable that his smile would be a little unnatural.

As if these words had a meaning, the inner demon couldn't help but be shocked. He subconsciously raised his head and looked into Liu Fuguang's eyes.

Could it be that Zhishan discovered it? He couldn't help but think wildly. Although his perfect eyes could clearly see all the illusions and falsehoods in the world, Yan Huan and I were born from the same body...

All thoughts came to an abrupt halt, and the inner demon looked at Liu Fuguang's face. He was like a stone sculpture, standing frozen in place.

Liu Fuguang is smiling.

The inner demon seemed to be split in half by this smile.

Half of him was completely crushed and ruined after seeing this smile, diluted into a puddle of hopeless mud. He is willing to give up everything, just fall into the arms of Supreme Goodness, let him hold him and hold him with his hands, so that he can become the happiest thing in the world again. Because he wants this kind of unreserved love, even if he is reduced to the most humble and despicable dust in the world, he will be happy to do so.

The other half of him was wailing hysterically. This smile made him want to gouge out his own eyes, throw away his skin and escape. Because he can't afford this kind of unreserved love, this is not the weight and temperature he can bear.

"Then when are you going to give it back to me?" Zhishan's lips opened and closed, and he made a voice that the inner demon could not identify. It was harsh, sweet, as thunderous, and as light as the breeze. "How long will it take, you How can you fulfill your promise?"

Liu Fuguang was looking at him.

——He saw him, and the Supreme Being was watching him.

Just like facing the hot sun, the inner demon cannot bear such scorching heat. He must stay away from here, stay away from this existence... He can't stand it, he really can't bear it!

The inner demon shed tears and fell to the ground. Liu Fuguang was startled. Before he could say anything more, "Yan Huan" was already sobbing. He trembled hastily, struggled to transform into a dark dragon body, rolled and twisted in mid-air, and escaped without looking back.

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Since that day, "Yan Huan" has never met Liu Fuguang.

However, even though he avoided Liu Fuguang and left, he still delivered a bowl of soup to Liu Fuguang's dormitory without dropping it. With him away, Liu Fuguang was more happy to save trouble, at least he didn't have to look for opportunities to secretly pour medicine.

It is obvious that this "Yan Huan" is not the other Yan Huan, but a fake who is so lifelike that no one can see the flaws. So the question is, where has the real Yan Huan gone?

Whether he was bored or indifferent, Liu Fuguang had to admit one fact - now that the ancient gods have gone away, there really is no existence in the world that can touch Yan Huan in the slightest. The only possibility he could think of was that Yan Huan went to repair Da Ri before his injury healed, and the injury continued to worsen to the point where it was difficult to end. Then he asked someone to seize the opportunity and assassinate him.

...But this doesn't make sense. The best and the worst are mutually constrained. With his unique sense of perception, Liu Fuguang can certainly detect that it is indeed Yan Huan's body.

It looks like a real bottle filled with fake wine... So, where did this fake wine come from?

Liu Fuguang couldn't think of an answer, so he thought of the divination results of Zhouyi in the past. He said, "This matter has signs of subversion, and the road ahead is clouded and confusing." From this point of view, this "sign of subversion" refers to Yan Huan's current situation.

To a certain extent, an existence that can control the body of the most evil is undoubtedly more troublesome than the most evil itself. This is really not a situation that he can deal with at the moment.

How to break the situation?

Liu Fuguang frowned. He had an idea in mind and decided to give it a try.

A few days later, Liu Fuguang was lying on the couch, staring at the soups and medicines delivered day after day.

The medicine bowl would appear silently at the bedside, then disappear again when he emptied it.

"Yan Huan, you don't plan to see me yet," he said suddenly, "How many days have it been? It's time for you to calm down?"

It was quiet around the dormitory, except for the gauze curtain that was blowing in the wind, like the moonlight.

Liu Fuguang lowered his head, looked at his fingertips, and said slowly: "If you don't come, I won't drink this medicine."

After thinking about it, he added: "To be honest, I haven't taken any of the medicine in the past few days."

After he said these two sentences, he leaned back on the soft pillow leisurely, waiting for the other party's reply.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the light in the hall dimmed, and shadows surged and gathered from all directions. On the smooth ground, they flowed like intricate spider webs. The shadows gathered into the figure of a tall man, appearing wordlessly beside Liu Fuguang’s bed.

"...You should take medicine," the inner demon said hoarsely, "This is good for your body. The sooner it is better, the sooner you can welcome back your soul..."

"I don't want it to stuff it back into my stomach." Liu Fuguang interrupted him, raised his head and said, "Why are you avoiding me? I tried to smile at you, I thought you would be happy."

The inner demon choked his throat in embarrassment. After a long time, Fang said with a complicated expression: "I'm just... too happy, that's why I feel afraid... Forgive me, Fuguang, it's because I don't know what's good and what's good."

Many days passed, and he kept thinking, had Zhishan discovered his identity? He is lurking here just for the other party's personal recognition that Liu Fuguang is not only the supreme good, but also the human soul that is the spiritual leader of all things. If he is willing to determine that the inner demon is the supreme evil deity, then he will be the same as the true immortal in the past. The inner demon was sealed and rectified. By then, even if Yan Huan has extraordinary abilities, how far can he go?

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