Every day the puppet is playing dead

"Chong Yu!"

When Yuan Wuxin walked to the end of the secret room, what he saw was the scene that made his eyes tear apart——

Chong Yu had already stepped half of his foot into the well of gods and demons.

This miniature well of gods and demons existed in the secret room a long time ago, and it was left by the previous demon king.

Yuan Wuxin has never cared about this god-devil well, but he never thought that this god-devil well would become the medium for Chongyu to leave him one day in the future.

After realizing that Chongyu could go out from the well of gods and demons, Yuan Wuxin's head went blank. He wanted to stop him, but he was too far away from Chongyu at that time, and he couldn't stop Chongyu at all.

Feeling dizzy, Yuan Wuxin called out his name to Chongyu, and threw a small spell at him.

Hearing Yuan Wuxin call his name, Chongyu turned around in surprise and glanced at Yuan Wuxin, and it was this glance that Chongyu was hit by a spell, leaving an arm and falling to the ground.

Yuan Wuxin held on to the wall, staring at the arm that fell to the ground, his heart was icy cold, and the coldness gradually spread from his chest to his limbs, he knew very well that every breath he took was very cold. strenuous.

After barely regaining his senses, Yuan Wuxin walked slowly towards the well of gods and demons. He picked up the arm that fell on the ground, hugged it in his arms, and then sat on the ground with a blank expression.

In fact, just like what Chongyu said before, Yuan Wuxin had vaguely noticed a long time ago that there were many differences between his eleventh year and the past——

Is it the pupils that are no longer dull and empty?

Or a smart expression?

Or those ridiculous reactions?

Yuan Wuxin didn't dare to think about it, he was even deceiving himself, he told himself that even if Eleven became more and more like "Chongyu", it was still his "Eleventh".

his puppet.

But now, all his illusions have been shattered.

was broken again.

"Chong Yu... you are... really cruel."

Yuan Wuxin hugged the arms in his arms tightly, and let out a choked sob from his throat. He curled up his body, buried his face in his knees, his eyes were sore, but he didn't have the strength to cry out.

In the dark secret room, Yuan Wuxin kept this posture all the time, completely unaware of the passage of time.

After an unknown amount of time passed, the secret room was opened again.

This time, three people came in—

Yi Sheng, a half-demon, and Uncle Li.

Yuan Wuxin's long absence made them a little uneasy, and the half-demon was worried about Chongyu's situation, so the three of them went to the Blood Moon Palace to see Yuan Wuxin, and after searching, they found Yuan Wuxin's secret room.

The three entered the secret room, and when they saw Yuan Wuxin and the arm in his arms, everyone present guessed what was going on.

That puppet, which was Eleven, who was Chongyu, left under Yuan Wuxin's nose.

Just like that one person left.

Banyao Xuanmo should have been angry, but he stood in the distance, and after taking a long look at Yuan Wuxin who was in a panic, he finally said nothing.

The smell of blood in the secret room meant that when Chong Yu left, it was not so peaceful.

"Oh, how did you make it like this?"

Uncle Li is an elder. Seeing Yuan Wuxin's distraught appearance, he felt very anxious, and hurried forward a few steps, trying to help Yuan Wuxin up.

But as soon as he approached, Uncle Li walked up to Yuan Wuxin, he smelled a bloody smell, and was suddenly startled:

"You are hurt?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Yuan Wuxin raised his head, revealing a pale face due to excessive blood loss.

He originally thought that he would grow old here alone, but...

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

Yuan Wuxin saw the few people who cared about him. Although he still felt uncomfortable, he insisted not to let himself show even the slightest sadness. It took a lot of effort to keep his voice stable:

"This seat is fine."

"Are you okay?"

Uncle Li showed a distressed expression, he bent down, grabbed Yuan Wuxin's arm, and helped Yuan Wuxin up with all his strength, and said,

"Don't you cherish yourself? What about Eleven? Has he left? If he left, you wouldn't be so self-destructive..."

Uncle Li talked a lot, nagging, which upset Yuan Wuxin, he thought, he had to sew Uncle Li's mouth shut.

However, after Yuan Wuxin stood up, he was dizzy, and after a while, Yuan Wuxin heard the nagging voice in his ear gradually drifting away and becoming vague, and finally he fell headlong, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

……

Yuan Wuxin was dreaming.

He knew he was dreaming.

It's been a long time since I had a dream, Yuan Wuxin was in a dream, thinking about it in a trance.

Ever since he became the Demon Lord, Yuan Wuxin has been dealing with all kinds of things, and the tedious and troublesome things add up to make him relax like this for a long time, allowing his thoughts to wander in his dreams.

But now, perhaps because of his body, Yuan Wuxin finally dreamed again.

It's a pity that Yuan Wuxin couldn't have any good dreams due to years of nervous tension, so in Yuan Wuxin's dream, his past memories reappeared——

He saw that he was lying in a sea of ​​blood.

In the sea of ​​blood, Yuan Wuxin opened his eyes, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the blood-red things around him. As a result, the moment Yuan Wuxin's fingers touched, the blood-red materialized and turned into blossoming mansa beads magnificent.

Yuan Wuxin sat up, he realized that now he was in Huangquan Road.

The reason why Huangquandao is called "the land of death" is because there is dark fire in it.

Minghuo, as you can tell from the name, this kind of thing is related to death.

After Yuan Wuxin fell into the realm of the underworld, he was devoured by the underworld fire.

It is very interesting that in the Tao of Huangquan, there is only a thin line between life and death.

He was devoured by the underworld fire, but for some reason, the underworld fire also tempered his muscles and bones and reshaped his flesh and blood.

One ebbs and another, the flesh and blood on Yuan Wuxin's body often showed terrifying visions during that time——

On the one hand, his body was burned until the bones were visible;

On the other hand, the white bones on his body can still produce blood and flesh.

Dead and alive, alive and dead.

It hurts, it hurts.

Yuan Wuxin once thought about dying, but he couldn't bear it.

If you really die, then there is really nothing.

Yuan Wuxin was reluctant.

After ten years of being burned by the fire of the underworld in Huangquan Dao, Yuan Wuxin finally mastered the fire of the underworld, and he learned to control it;

And in that ascetic-like experience, all the tyrannical emotions in Yuan Wuxin's heart were almost wiped away, his heart was very calm, and he knew very well what he was going to do.

Yuan Wuxin closed his eyes.

"You are Yuan Wuxin?"

In the void, a familiar voice sounded.

Yuan Wuxin opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure standing in front of him.

His Uncle Li.

Uncle Li looked down at Yuan Wuxin, there was a little strangeness in his eyes, and a trace of pity.

Under Yuan Wuxin's gaze, Uncle Li smiled at Yuan Wuxin, stretched out his hand, and asked:

"Next, what do you want to do?"

Yuan Wuxin looked at that hand for a moment, he stretched out his hand too, and then stood up with Uncle Li's strength.

In Uncle Li's loving eyes, Yuan Wuxin said seriously to Uncle Li:

"I want to have a place where half-bloods can be accommodated peacefully."

Uncle Li's expression remained unchanged, he sighed:

"It's hard."

Yuan Wuxin said:

"I know, so, I will become the demon king."

This question and answer was asked by Uncle Li back then.

Uncle Li asked this question, and Yuan Wuxin answered the same question.

It's simple, it's normal, it's not worth mentioning.

However, this is a dream.

In reality, Uncle Li, who was supposed to leave at this point, did not leave. He raised his head and continued to ask:

"Do you really think so?"

"Crash-"

At this time, there was a sudden heavy rain in the dream.

The sound of raindrops was loud and loud, and the water droplets as big as beans hit people, causing pain.

Yuan Wuxin stood where he was, raised his head, and watched the heavy rain wash away the blood red, revealing the green grass and rocks below.

The scene has changed, this place is no longer Huangquandao.

"I... just want him to praise me."

Yuan Wuxin whispered through the noisy rain.

His voice was quickly drowned in the sound of rain, leaving nothing behind.

Back then, when Yuan Wuxin was still a teenager, he had said naively that he wanted to protect that mixed-race village.

But all the subsequent developments were to slap Yuan Wuxin in the face.

It also proved how low Yuan Wuxin's ability was.

This became a knot in Yuan Wuxin's heart.

He just... just wants to prove to Chongyu that he can do what he said back then.

Even though it cost a lot, took a lot of time, and was almost the same as before, he could still do it.

He can do it.

After coming out of Huangquan Road, Yuan Wuxin went to the Demon Realm and has been working hard for his goal.

It's not that he didn't want to go to find Chongyu, but like every boy who wants to see his sweetheart, he is tied up and anxious about what gift to bring. Yuan Wuxin always thinks that he needs to bring certain achievements before he can show up again. In front of Chong Yu.

And such a delay, who knows what will happen.

"Hey, do you regret it?"

Uncle Li continued to ask.

Yuan Wuxin's eyes sharpened, and he looked at a rock at his feet——

The rock was huge, and under the washing of the torrential rain, red blood slowly seeped out from behind the rock, staining the water red.

The water flowed past Yuan Wuxin's feet, and finally merged into the river behind him.

Yuan Wuxin's pupils shrank.

There is a gap between the human world and the demon world.

At that time, Yuan Wuxin was in the demon world, while Chongyu was in the human world and deliberately concealed her whereabouts. This caused Yuan Wuxin to spend ten days and a half months at night every time she found Chongyu's whereabouts.

And the last time, when Yuan Wuxin found Chongyu, Chongyu finally didn't move.

"So what if you regret it? This is just my dream."

Yuan Wuxin sneered.

Uncle Li in the dream shook his head, and under Yuan Wuxin's gaze, he turned into a cloud of smoke.

After Uncle Li disappeared, Yuan Wuxin looked at the rock and staggered over.

The raindrops hit his body, causing severe pain, as if a huge hole had been split in his chest, the fire of the underworld in his body burned out from the hole, and the tongue of fire licked off his flesh inch by inch.

It hurts, the body hurts, and the heart hurts even more.

Back then, that was how he discovered Chong Yu...

More precisely, this is how he found Chongyu's body.

Because Chongyu is the "reincarnation of an artifact", I don't know where those monks heard the rumor that every part of Chongyu's body is a part of an artifact, and many people believed it, so after Chongyu's death, he was besieged by those His monks dismembered.

When Yuan Wuxin arrived, he only found Yuan Wuxin's head and body.

It rained heavily that day, but it was strange that the rain couldn't wash away the blood on the ground.

Although he knew that it was just a dream, everything was false, it was just his memory, but Yuan Wuxin's mind was still blank.

Yuan Wuxin walked to the rock and took out Chongyu's head from the shadow.

This is Chong Yu's.

Yuan Wuxin looked at the head in his palm and thought.

Chong Yu's face was very clean, his eyes were closed tightly, and his expression was serene. Just looking at him like this, it was as if he had fallen asleep.

Exactly the same as back then.

"If only...you were usually this quiet."

Yuan Wuxin murmured.

As soon as his words fell, his hand lightened, and there was nothing.

The rain stopped.

Realizing that the scene was about to change again, Yuan Wuxin closed his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

This time, it was Yi Sheng's voice that sounded.

Yuan Wuxin opened his eyes and saw that this time, he and Yi Sheng were standing in the hut with a coffin in front of them.

Inside the coffin are puppets that have already been made.

The memory this time was the first time Yuan Wuxin saw his puppet, Eleven.

After finding Chongyu's body, Yuan Wuxin didn't believe that such an annoying guy as Chongyu would die so uselessly.

After much deliberation, Yuan Wuxin went to find the white-haired boy from long ago.

Oh, that is, the current Yi Sheng, said his thoughts.

The resurrection of the dead, if this event is the only thing that can be done, then only the descendants of the puppet master group can do it.

When Yi Sheng saw Chong Yu's body back then, he was also extremely shocked. Fortunately, in the end Yi Sheng agreed to Yuan Wuxin's almost whimsical idea.

The two risked the disapproval of the world, searched for a lot of materials, failed countless times, and finally made Puppet Eleven.

The current scene is the scene where Yi Sheng made Yuan Wuxin wake up Eleven.

"You have to think about it, if you can't wake up this time...then..."

Yi Sheng supported the coffin, he only spoke half of what he said.

Manipulating the corpse and resurrecting the dead are two completely different concepts. Only two lunatics can do such an act against the sky.

Yuan Wuxin didn't answer Yi Sheng's words, he supported the coffin and looked at the puppet lying inside seriously.

There is no need to question Yi Sheng's skills.

The puppet lying in the coffin was exactly the same as Chongyu in his memory, and he even mistakenly thought that this puppet was Chongyu, who was asleep.

Unable to help himself, Yuan Wuxin reached out and touched the puppet's face.

Once, twice.

The puppet's face had no warmth at all, it was obviously cold, but it was so hot that Yuan Wuxin withdrew his hand suddenly.

"I'm warning you, he's just Puppet Eleven and has no memory of his life."

Yi Sheng's words sounded again, cold and cruel.

"I know."

Yuan Wuxin said.

He thought for a while, and finally put his hand on the puppet's face, and said softly:

"Eleven, it's time to wake up."

The next second, the puppet opened its eyes.

After the puppet opened its eyes, both Yi Sheng and the coffin disappeared at that moment.

In the darkness, the puppet sat up, then he stood up again, standing in front of Yuan Wuxin, with no light in his black pupils, he said stiffly to Yuan Wuxin:

"Owner."

Yuan Wuxin looked at the puppet in front of him, feeling a slight pain in his heart.

He knew that the current puppet was just a living puppet, his name was Shiyi, and he was not Chongyu.

Looking at the living puppet in front of him, Yuan Wuxin felt the scorching heat on his body become more and more painful.

He asked the living puppet in front of him:

"Are you Shishi or Chongyu?"

Hearing this, the living puppet in front of him rolled his eyes stiffly and asked:

"Don't you know?"

Yuan Wuxin moved her lips, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing Yuan Wuxin was silent, the corners of the living puppet's lips rose, forming a strange arc:

"I also want to ask you... Do you like Puppet Eleven or Chongyu?"

Yuan Wuxin's face suddenly turned pale.

For Yuan Wuxin, his attitude towards Puppet Eleven and Chongyu is completely different.

Puppet Eleven is his sharp weapon.

He once sent Eleven to assassinate someone in his name, completely ignoring Eleven.

He can take care of Eleven, but he enjoys the feeling of taking care of Chongyu, who has the same appearance as Chongyu, but is more well-behaved.

And at the moment when he realized that Chongyu was back, Yuan Wuxin flinched.

He was afraid of letting Chongyu know about the nasty things he had let Eleven do.

Therefore, Yuan Wuxin took Chongyu with him and never left him, but doing so... was of no use at all.

Chongyu is still Chongyu, he is still so maverick, and finally left him.

"Look, you don't even want to answer that question."

The puppet in front of him said that from his heart, there was a golden underworld fire burning.

The golden flame instantly swallowed the entire puppet, and the flame became more and more intense, swallowing Yuan Wuxin all at once.

……

Hot, so hot.

Yuan Wuxin struggled to wake up from the dream, and the underworld fire broke out again at this time. He was burned by the underworld fire in his body and opened his eyes, and saw himself lying on the bed in the Blood Moon Palace.

He subconsciously grabbed his hand to the side, trying to hug the puppet as before, and use the puppet's cold body to cool down;

But he forgot that Chongyu had left long ago, so Yuan Wuxin grabbed only Void.

The hands froze in mid-air for a moment, and finally, as if accepting their fate, they hung down on the bed.

A few seconds later, the dark fire in Yuan Wuxin's body burned to the extreme. He grabbed the bed sheet tightly, bit the tip of his tongue secretly, and forced himself to stay awake. He didn't want to continue dreaming.

If he entered the dream again, Yuan Wuxin thought that he would definitely see the puppet again.

Or, Chong Yu.

I won't see you for a while.

I don't want to see you.

However, Yuan Wuxin overestimated his own body. Excessive blood loss made Yuan Wuxin weak, but now that the underworld fire broke out, Yuan Wuxin was defeated in an instant.

After holding on for a while, Yuan Wuxin fell into a semi-consciousness, her mind was in a daze, and she didn't even know that someone had come in.

The man first walked to the bed, saw the blood on Yuan Wuxin's lips, and immediately yelled in surprise, and then left with messy footsteps.

After a while, another figure appeared beside Yuan Wuxin.

Yuan Wuxin noticed that he was turned over by someone, so he opened his eyes to look at it reluctantly, and found that it was Yi Sheng.

Yi Sheng looked at him indifferently, and he was quite relieved to see how Yuan Wuxin opened his eyes:

"Not bad, not dead."

Yuan Wuxin: "..."

Without waiting for Yuan Wuxin to say anything, Yi Sheng asked the half-demon next to him to half-support Yuan Wuxin, and leaned against a soft pillow. Next, Yi Sheng took out a funnel-like device from somewhere, and held the device in one hand. Dude, holding a bowl of medicine in one hand, asked:

"Which one do you choose?"

Yuan Wuxin twitched the corner of his mouth, he took the bowl of medicine from Yi Sheng's hand without saying a word, and drank it down in one gulp.

His movements looked chic and crisp, but in fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the hand that was holding the medicine unintentionally was trembling all the time.

After Yuan Wuxin finished drinking the medicine, Yi Sheng retracted the funnel regretfully, and then he said to Yuan Wuxin:

"After drinking, sleep well."

As expected of Yi Sheng's concoction of the medicine, Yuan Wuxin felt a stream of clear water slowly flowing in his body after drinking it, relieving the scorching heat in his body.

Yuan Wuxin breathed a sigh of relief, he paused, and asked:

"What about the hand?"

He still remembered that before he fell into a coma, he tightly hugged Chongyu's left arm.

If Chongyu never comes back, that puppet arm is the last thought.

Yi Sheng's blue pupils darkened. Without saying a word, he took out a box made of ice jade from the storage bag, which was just the length of an arm.

He threw the box to Yuan Wuxin and said:

"This is part of Chongyu's original body."

"so?"

"You can't leave your body for too long."

"Ok?"

"If you leave your body for too long, it will break. If it breaks, Chongyu will lose his arm forever."

Yi Sheng said.

Yuan Wuxin was stunned for a moment, he hugged the box subconsciously.

"Rest well, what you want to do next is your business."

Yi Sheng stood up and walked out.

"Squeak-"

After Yi Sheng's figure completely disappeared behind the door, Yuan Wuxin withdrew his gaze and looked at the ice jade box in his arms.

He thought about it, and finally put the whole box by his side.

Then, Yuan Wuxin closed his eyes.

Since... this matter is related to the body of the puppet, as the master, he must ensure the integrity of the body of the puppet.

After all, it was his and Yi Sheng's hard work.

He had to take the box to find the puppet.

……Um.

Yuan Wuxin had a cold face, he thought, he is the majestic demon world supreme, the master of that puppet body, it is very normal for him to go to the human world, and it is very normal to ensure that his things are intact.

He didn't specifically want to find Chong Yu.

§Brother Yun§