Evil Emperor Zun

Chapter 924 Similar Two People

When the two returned to the Blood Cloud Hall, they were indeed reprimanded by the hall master.

"I am very disappointed in how you handled the Fumo Mountain Villa. Speaking of which, who made the decision?"

Sikong Sheng answered first: "Father, the child must have kept your teachings in mind. It's him." He pointed to Huangfuli who was beside him, "He said that the old owner won't cooperate anyway, so it's better to kill him with one knife." ...Father, if you want to punish him, punish him."

Sikong Lei's face was gloomy, he glanced at Huangfuli who was kneeling in the corridor, and said indifferently: "Li'er, I just want to ask you, did you kill the man?"

Sikong Sheng's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help sneaking sideways glances.When he proposed to take the blame earlier, Huangfuli did not really agree to him.How he will respond at this critical moment is really hard to guess.

Under the simultaneous oppression of two lines of sight, Huangfuli stared straight at the tall seat in front of him, and said two words indifferently: "No."

Sikong Sheng only felt his eyes go dark.Meanwhile, Sikong Lei's furious curses from above had already subsided.

"Sheng'er, to be a man is to be brave. Not only are you making mistakes, but you are also slandering others. You are fined to kneel in the nunnery for one night and copy ten volumes of secret books. Get off now!"

……

That night, Sikong Sheng knelt from dusk until the moon was high.

He was so tired that his waist was sore and his back ached, sweat slipped from the corners of his forehead, and dripped onto the scroll in front of him one by one.

"Huangfuli..." Sikong Sheng's hand holding the pen couldn't help shaking, "Back then, as long as you lied for me, I'll be fine, and I won't have to suffer this kind of crime..."

"It's all your fault...I hate you to death!"

Sikong Sheng couldn't remember how long he had been copying.All he knew was that in the middle of the night after copying, he fell asleep in a daze.

Even in his sleep, he was still kneeling here, copying the cheats one by one.

The next day, the sun was shining.

"……broken!"

Sikong Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he realized where he was, all sleepiness disappeared immediately.

Yesterday's cheat book, he copied it for a while and dawdled for a while. In his memory... he just copied five volumes!

"It's broken, it's broken! What should I say when Dad asks me later?" Sikong Sheng was in a hurry, "Could it be said that Huangfu Li stole it? Well, yes, I had already finished copying it, because he wanted to frame him. I, that's why I stole the scroll, yes, that's it!"

He leaned over and packed the scroll, while perfecting his own lie in his heart.But after a moment, his movements stopped.Then, he buried his head deeply, counting the scrolls around him almost frantically.

He remembered that he definitely only copied five volumes!But now, why are all ten volumes already copied?
It's too late for those idiots to hide this kind of thing. It's impossible for someone to take the initiative to copy it for me, unless it's——

"Did I copy it in my sleep?"

Reminiscent of the dream last night, is it true that the experience of copying the cheats is not a dream?
"So I still have this talent!" Sikong Sheng soon became complacent.If he can really practice in his dream in the future, how much more time he can spend than others!At that time, Huangfu Li will definitely be beaten to the ground!

……

Later, Huangfuli, who had been enjoying great fame in the Blood Cloud Hall, finally ushered in the first failure in his life.

In the friendly match for the territory, he lost to Qianyuan Zongmo Gucheng, and the loss was extremely miserable.

When everyone in Xueyun Hall was mourning the loss of the treasure land, only Sikong Sheng was rejoicing at Huangfuli's failure.

Mo Gucheng, thank you so much!

Thank you for doing for me what I've always wanted to do!
Huangfuli just needs to be taught a good lesson!
Sikong Sheng will never let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.Taking advantage of Huangfuli's loss of power, he would bring a group of subordinates with him almost every day and run up to him to laugh at him, and even made up a provocative ballad and sang it in the hall.

I don't know whether Sikong Lei is defending Huangfuli, or he doesn't want everyone to talk about Xueyuntang's failure. After Sikong Sheng made such a fuss for a few days, he officially ordered that no one should make a fuss about this matter again. Violators will be punished.

As soon as the order came out, the most unconvinced one was naturally Sikong Sheng.

"You will rely on my father, what's the big deal?"

In his opinion, it was natural that Huangfu left to sue the hall master, wanting to use his father's influence to suppress him.

However, the hall master only said that he cannot be blamed for his defeat, but he did not say that he cannot be scolded.So Sikong Sheng came directly outside his room door, pretending to be angry and hurt him.

After he cursed a hundred and eighty sentences, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

Huangfuli stood in front of him.That was the first time he looked at him so calmly.That kind of absolute coldness, the gaze unique to killers, made Sikong Sheng's heart shudder when he saw it, and his provocative words froze automatically.

"If you have the ability, don't just rely on your mouth, try to defeat me."

After losing the contest, that was the first sentence he said to himself.

"Huh?" Sikong Sheng's eyes widened. When did this guy...become so arrogant?

In the past, he mostly ignored him, but this was the first time he provoked him face to face.Sikong Sheng turned his mind a few times, and a surge of anger suddenly surged up.

It was you who lost to Mo Gucheng like a dog before!Why are you losing and exporting your backbone, right?Why are you teaching me a lesson?

"You don't need to tell me, I will do the same!" Sikong Sheng said viciously, and strode away.

Go back and practice hard, and you must defeat Huangfuli!
……

Year after year, he is working hard towards this goal.

In order to surpass that annoying guy, he even turned down a lot of drinking games, gave up a lot of rest time, and devoted himself to cultivation.

It is also thanks to his blessing that he can reach this level at this age.

But... I will never thank you—

On the arena, Sikong Sheng's body condensed briefly, and he raised his hand to form a seal. The sea of ​​blood created waves behind him, blooming like red lotus blossoms.

"Red Lotus Tribulation·Suna Fanghua!"

The sea of ​​blood surged rapidly, and red lotuses bloomed on the ring.Every petal is full of high-temperature flames, thousands of flowers, strange and colorful, like a scene from hell.

In the sea of ​​red lotuses, a blood dragon jumped straight up. Sikong Sheng stepped on the top of the blood dragon with both feet, majestic, as if commanding a tame mount, a stream of light streaked across the air, and charged towards the opposite side .

Huangfuli did the same, his figure was also supported by the blood dragon on the soles of his feet, and the bloody light emitted seemed to pave a gorgeous blood path for him.The blood-colored veil fluttered, and the blood-colored flames rushed, and the spiritual power in his hands quickly filled, condensing into two blood-colored spears.

The two blood dragons finally collided fiercely in mid-air.

Endless blood was sprinkled on the red lotus below in large canopies.

……

Unlike Sikong Sheng, Huangfuli's life was like a cruel sonata.

He was far from being as beautiful and happy as Sikong Sheng imagined.If possible, he would really like to exchange lives with Sikong Sheng.

Come to think of it, Sikong Sheng would never know that the person he had envied for so many years had also envied him for so many years.

Yes, the young master of Xueyuntang, he has a good family background, rich cultivation resources, and a father who loves him.Apart from the occasional tantrum, he had no real troubles at all.

In the future, he is destined to enter the Tiangong Gate.His life has been arranged smoothly by his father, and his efforts are only adding to his glory.

He never needs to use all his strength to grasp the necessity of survival.At this point, I am happier than myself and too many people...

……

For Huangfuli, the most carefree period of time was probably when he was the adopted son of the Huangfu family and the young master who separated from Xiling when he was young, playing with Xilingbei.

Xilingbei is really outstanding, he also has excellent business acumen, he was highly valued by the clan at a young age.Although the technical terms he said often make him feel confused, but this will not hinder their friendship.

As long as Bei Shao can stand out, he will be happy.

However, at some point, Xilingbei's attitude suddenly changed.

He is no longer the same as before, he will happily tell himself, he has negotiated a deal for the clan, how the patriarch praised him and so on.Even, he has less and less time to come out to play, and even if we meet occasionally, he always has a cold face.

Huangfuli didn't know how he offended Xilingbei.But he habitually believes that if he makes the other party feel unhappy, it must be his fault.So he accompanied him more cautiously and persuaded him, hoping that he could forgive himself as soon as possible.

On this day, Xilingbei arrived three hours later than their agreed time.

"Bei Shao, why did you come here so late today?" Huangfu Li stepped forward and asked.

Xilingbei's face was a little pale.That's the work he often does day and night, which wears down his body early.Therefore, he looks weaker than his peers.

"I have been reading business books. One day, I will definitely defeat the Xiling Sect!"

This time, it was rare for Xilingbei to tell him about his recent situation.

"The Zong family?" Huangfuli thought he had heard it wrong.Isn't Bei Shao very much appreciated by the clan?Why did he deal with the Zong family?

"I see it clearly," Xilingbei's smile was a kind of vicissitudes that he couldn't understand at the time.He staggered forward, with a low voice, as if he didn't care whether anyone was listening, he just wanted to vent wantonly, to vent these emotions that he had suppressed for too long.

"No matter how good I am, no matter how much I have done for the clan, I am just a dog in their eyes. Just because of the lowly blood flowing in my body, I will never be able to get the inheritance of the clan!"

"And what about the authentic 'Master Xiling'? He can't even make up his mind! But it doesn't matter, because he is a descendant, because he still has me by his side, and I have worked hard all my life as his assistant!"

"If he is really capable, I will accept losing to him, but why...why should I lose on my unchangeable bloodline, why am I born to be a subordinate?!"

As Xilingbei said, he threw a stone in his hand viciously.He resents, he hates.He hates his own destiny that was written long ago, and he hates those so-called "born noble" even more!
"He is a predator. He was born with a better life than me, so when he was born, he had everything that I couldn't get even if I worked hard for the rest of my life!"

"Isn't this form the same as the hereditary system of the royal family? Even if the other party is just a child, even if he is mediocre, just because he has the same blood as the mainstream of the old country, he can inherit the great line! Ning is kind! I am not reconciled..."

Huangfuli was terrified when he heard this, and his first reaction was to tightly cover Xilingbei's mouth.

"Don't say such outrageous things."

When his emotions finally regained some composure, Huangfuli let him go.At the same time, he promised him:
"I will work hard with you. The Xiling clan will belong to you one day!"

……

Even when he was kicked out by Huangfu's family and lived on the streets, Huangfuli never forgot his original promise.

Even when he was emerging in the killer world and became famous, Xilingbei's status in his heart was still supreme.

"Bei Shao, if that is your wish, I will definitely make it come true for you."

Fighting in the rain of blood, wandering between life and death, he surpassed his limit time and time again.

If you treat me like a gentleman of the country, I will repay you as a gentleman of the country.

"But before that, I must have enough strength."

"Enough strength to protect you and assist you—"

……

When he almost stood at the pinnacle of the younger generation in the killer world, he chose to retire.

With his fame at the time, he joined the Blood Cloud Hall and immediately received a warm welcome.

In the beginning, he always looked indifferent in the face of floods of compliments.

Half of his career as a killer wiped out too many unnecessary emotions in him.The other half is because this is just a transit station for him, and there is no one he needs to cherish.

……

There was an endless stream of people who came to give gifts.

At first, Huangfuli didn't say a word and let them chatter in his ears.

It wasn't until Sikong Sheng broke into the room and left angrily that there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"Get out."

Those flatterers looked at each other in blank dismay, and some dared to ask.

"Don't make me say my words a second time."

Huangfuli spoke again, the icy coldness in his voice already made one feel as if he was facing an abyss.

This time, those people finally left angrily.The gazes they cast in twos and threes were all cursing him for his ignorance.

Although becoming an assassin was for Xilingbei, and joining Xueyuntang was for Xilingbei, he also knew that he should cultivate his own power, but he didn't need these duplicitous subordinates.

Isn't the Xiling family's treatment of Bei Shao the same way that people tout it before and use it later?

It made him sick.

……

"Aren't you happy to steal other people's glory?"

"You're a predator! You're a robber, you know that?"

When Sikong Sheng shouted these two words at him with grief and indignation, Huangfuli's silent heart suddenly fluctuated briefly.

Is it?So this is ah……

"Predator", Bei Shao once regarded the young master of the Xiling clan as a predator, and Sikong Sheng also regarded himself as a predator in his life.

Although the situations are different, their unwillingness should be the same.

At that moment, he began to look at Sikong Sheng from a different perspective.

(End of this chapter)