Reply Revenge of the Swordsman
The Red Fan Demon Escape

In addition to inheriting the silat of his high teacher, also inherited his bad nature, namely the fondness of indulgence and vent lust. Even in this habit of venting lust, Siauw Hu was fiercer than his teacher.

The girl who draws his heart, he must get, both subtly and roughly. And what was terrible was that, after he got bored, he killed the girls. That is because he is reluctant to share the love of the girl with other men also he does not want to be used as conversation material for girls ex-lovers.

So during the spread

his passion, Siauw Hu, has killed dozens of young and beautiful women.

But during his harrowing time of adventure, the Red Fan Demon always gets beautiful but weak girls and his heart is moved when he meets Yang Tek and Gui Siong, two beautiful girls and a mighty student of Kwe Cheng the naughty old boy.

However, how disappointed and regretful his heart when he got the fact that not only were the two beautiful girls who were not willing to serve his lust, even instead insulting to curse and antagonize him.

Then she met Xiao Yu and this time her heart fell in love. Never during his life had he fallen in love to such depth when he met the girl.

Looking at Xiao Yu as well as witnessing the shrewdness of the girl who not only exceeded her intelligence was even much more clever to the point of successfully killing her teacher, Siauw Bo,

The heart of Satan the red fan was completely captivated and in his heart he swore that if he could make the girl his wife, and he would only be satisfied and would cease from his adventures.

That was why when he saw Xiao Yu being held captive by his teacher he helped the girl and dared to face the anger of his teacher. He risked his soul to help the girl.

If he remembers past events, where his teacher was killed. While he himself was injured, Xiao Yu deliberately forgave him and threatened him if his path would still be misguided, then the young man he loved would kill him.

That was why he felt that he had received such great humiliation and experienced regret. He felt ashamed and regretted all his past actions.

If he were still a clean young man, with his good looks and high silat, it would be more hope for him to marry Xiao Yu.

But the reality is not so, the red fan demon felt all his adventures were boring. He did not give happiness to her anymore, and now he wants love between sincere husband and wife. By building a family, having children and living as an honorable husband and father.

The more thought and remembered, the more broken the heart of the Red fan demon. Especially when he was expelled from the Middle Palace Forest where his teacher's residence was destroyed by his enemies.

He grew tired of living and without

taking care of his injuries, he fled day and night until he finally climbed the hill aimlessly. He just wants to run away and run away, away from shame and disappointment.

The moon was covered in black clouds, a pitch-black state, as dark as the heart of the red fan demon that was currently tripping over a rock and he was rolled down. His head felt broken when he slammed it, then touched his forehead and turned bloody due to the pounding of the mountain rock earlier.

"Amaugh....!"

He complained and crawled up, pitch black around him. The giddiness of his head added to the darkness of his heart and life.

After recovering he ran on without stopping in and out of the forest, up and down the mountain until he finally arrived at this place that was completely unknown to him.

Both of his eyes were twitching and his gaze was dark. Suddenly there was a small light twinkling in the darkness of the night, not far from before him.

The red fan demon got up and stood up, he was barely strong anymore. With a stagger he advanced towards the small light and finally he collapsed knocked unconscious in front of the door of an old temple, the door opened and from which came the light of fire, light a candle burning on the table in the inner room.

"Amitabha" what a pity this young man!"

There was a subtle sound and a monk came out, knelt down and called out to some other monks. Then a crowd of monks were carrying the body of a red fan demon and brought into the old temple.

Only the villagers around the hill sometimes visit the temple for blessings and guidance and to connect their lives, these monks grow crops in addition to donations obtained from the property of the villagers.

Up to two days and two nights the red fan was lying down and was stricken with a great fever. His gravely wounded state, today thanks to the care of the extremely diligent and loving monks, the Red fan demon can come to its senses from its stings.

The red fan demon was shocked when he came to his senses and felt that he was lying in a room, the young man spread his gaze and saw that the room he was in was simple but clean.

Smells pleasant and fragrant smoke.

"I.this is in heaven what hell is hell?" muttered in the heart of the curious red fan demon.

Then he recalled the moment he collapsed from drowning in front of a temple-like building, which opened its door and from that door the light shone brightly.

He also remembered how he had suffered quite severe injuries when he competed against the bad old boy and Monk Ji, too, and surely he will eventually fall to death in the hands of the two friends of the late Dragon swordsman who shrewd. Had it not been Xiao Yu who had saved him, he might have become a corpse.

The young man touched his body and got the fact that his wound had healed. Back he was helped by people who treated and treated him.

"I'm not dead!" murmured in the heart of Siauw Hu.

And since he was still not dead meant that he still had to continue to suffer, remembering the attitude of Xiao Yu who did not reciprocate his love even treating him with a hurtful attitude.

And unbearably the Red fan demon cried.

"Hukkp....Hukkkkkkk....Hukk...!"

"Amitabhas! You are aware, thank God we were very worried before. But why are you

crying?" ask one of the monks who approached Siauw hu's body lying on the bed.

Meanwhile Siauw Hu shook his head and remained silent not taking a word out of his mouth.

"In this world there is no grief that cannot be overcome by control, no sin that consciousness cannot redeem. If you are willing, tell us all your sufferings. Maybe we'll be able to help ease that burden, even with just words and advice!" said the second monk.

Hearing this ethereal, compassionate voice the cry of Satan The red fan grew increasingly stirring.

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