This is a cold, indifferent look.
"Mother... son."
Fan Xiu opened his lips slightly, feeling confused and shocked.
The bright red blood smeared the clothes, and followed the sharp blade, drop by drop... The original owner took everything in sight, but slowly, cruelly, and almost gracefully withdrew the sword.
There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and blood was dripping from the three-foot-high green edge.
The original owner's eyes were indifferent: "My name is 'Qing Le', a monk of Shangyuan Sect. If you have the ability, you can ask for your life from me in the next life."
My name is 'Qing Le',
Shangyuan Sect monk, if you have the ability, you can ask for your life from me in the next life.
Fan Xiu clutched his chest and gasped hard. Even his name was fake... He raised his hand, which was sticky and bright red.
The original owner's eyes passed over him faintly. He raised his sword and walked away from him silently. Passing by the shivering little dryad, he swung his sword to kill him with no expression on his face.
Fan Xiu: "..."
The canthus of the eyes is about to split.
"No!"
"Crash..."
The pouring rain was still falling, and thunder was rolling in the sky.
In the small courtyard, the treetops were split by lightning, the carefully planted flowers and grass had long since withered, and the green hills in the distance were dark... With a sword whistle, the original owner jumped on the flying sword and rushed into the night without looking back.
The raindrops were pouring, washing away the smooth gravel road at the door.
The next day it was sunny after the rain. Uncle Zhong, an old servant, staggered to knock on the door and found a miserable room.
The tall and handsome man fell to the ground without a sound, clutching the withered vine split in two tightly in his hands. Red and green liquid flowed all over the floor... Uncle Zhong fell straight back.
The original owner returned to the sect and was successfully promoted to the Nascent Soul stage.
Under the leadership of the head master, he succeeded to the position of sect leader and became the new sect leader of Shangyuan Sect.
But the master forgot that the ruthless way means the end of love and love.
Killing one's husband and killing one's children is just one of them. Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, Void Refining, Combination, Mahayana - the original owner committed murder of his master, took action against his parents, and in the battle between immortals and demons, he decided to advance to the level of cultivation regardless of the lives of his disciples. The path to immortality will last forever. Enjoy.
Xihe: "..."
Is this a pig brain? Or possessed?
She had seen many monks who followed the path of ruthlessness, but this was the first time she had seen such monks who seemed to kill everyone around them.
The so-called "forgetting love" does not mean cutting off love or severing ties. "Forgetting love" means being silent and unmoving, as if forgetting.
Forget love and be fair, not moved by emotions, not disturbed by emotions.
Heaven is supremely private, and its use is supremely public.
Forgetfulness is by no means ruthless, but having feelings. Being sentimental is not trapped or tied by feelings, and handles feelings openly and freely.
The original owner directly unlocked the literal meaning, messed up the situation, and even turned it into a bad situation... and used his simple and crude methods to cut off all the sources of trouble. He was unbearable!
The most unbearable thing is that she has become a fairy!
Xihe: "...Is there something wrong with you when you are riding a horse? What should I do now?"
Gouzi felt guilty and did not dare to look at her. He muttered: "I, I don't know either. I thought she died. Who knew..." Generally speaking, the original owner of the body they enter is burdened with karma and will be an animal in the next life. Caoji had no choice but to come to the door, but this time, he became a fairy!
You've become an immortal and you still have sex? Even if you are burdened with karma, are people afraid?
People are not afraid at all.
There is no need to trade with them in order to gain a new life in the afterlife.
And according to Xihe's opinion, this kind of person is worse than an animal. It would be better to go to the eighteenth level of hell and never be reincarnated. But now... Xihe's mentality is a bit broken. How to deal with this situation?
The dog was hiding in the corner and shivering, emmmmm, he didn’t know.
"Madam, there has been no movement. How about... you hold the baby and go to bed first?" Fan Xiu suggested.
Xihe nodded, turned around neatly, went to bed, and lay down.
Her mind is a little confused now. To put it bluntly, what she and Gouzi did was going back in time, but the immortals have their own magic tricks. Maybe the original owner who is currently in the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds is using a sky-gazing mirror to watch what is living in her body. What about outsiders?
Xihe: ...It’s so fucked up.
It is understood that the master is a cold-blooded and cold-hearted guy who kills people without batting an eyelid.
Now she is using her body to change everything she has ever done, and she doesn't know if that guy can sit still? Would he just be unable to bear it and run down and have a fight with her?
At that time, the real owner and the fake will collide face to face.
Xihe: ...his, interesting.
After quickly making mental preparations, Xihe patted the bed board happily and said, "My lord, please go to bed and rest. There has been no movement for so long. Maybe the thief escaped out of fear?"
Fan Xiu held the sword and stared at the door and window: "Madam, rest in peace, I will protect you for my husband."
The rain was pouring, the shadows of the trees in the yard were swaying, lightning illuminated the entire room, the three-foot green blade was glowing with cold light, and the sword was so powerful that Fan Xiu could hardly hold it, and could only hold on with difficulty.
This kind of murderous weapon must not be underestimated by anyone coming here.
Fan Xiu didn't dare to be careless anymore.
Xihe blinked, feeling a little guilty, okay, it's her fault.
Turning over, he put the drooling little dryad into his arms and closed his eyes to sleep. The little dryad felt her breath, couldn't help but chirp, and moved into her arms, looking attached to her.
Fan Xiu looked back, his heart softened, and he became more determined to guard his wife and children.
The rain was heavy, and it rained all night in Qinglan Town, and it stopped only the next day.
The sky is clear, the mountains are green, and the town is shrouded in a thin mist. Every household opens its courtyard door to clean up broken branches and leaves, and vendors and shops are open for business. The quaint and quiet town gradually becomes lively.
In a small courtyard at the east end of the town, Fan Xiu suddenly woke up: "Madam! Xiaobao!"
Xihe opened the door and went in: "Ms. sir, are you awake?"
The window was wide open, and a three-headed little guy in the yard was sitting blankly on a chair biting his fingers. Uncle Zhong looked at it with a smile. A section of the camphor tree leaves had been split open to expose the inner flesh, and the withered flowers and plants had been replanted... The sun was shining all over the city, Beautiful picture.
Fan Xiu was stunned: "Madam, last night..."
Xihe went to the closet and took out the cyan clothes and put them behind the screen without raising his head: "What happened last night? It rained heavily and I fell asleep deeply. Did something happen?"
She rolled up her black silk stockings and wore a plain hairpin skirt. She had pretty eyebrows and a slight smile on her lips.
Since you don’t remember, just deny it.
Fan Xiu: "..."
Staring, he subconsciously looked at the ground. The sword was gone.
Xihe walked over with a smile and leaned over: "The baby is up, sir, aren't you going to get up yet?" The tip of her nose was less than one centimeter away from him, and there was a smile in her clear eyes.
Fan Xiu paused in breathing, and his pupils reflected Xihe's face.
Since he and his wife got married, he has never been in such close contact... His mind was narrowed and he forgot what he wanted to say.
The smile gradually bloomed in Xihe's eyes. Although he looked serious, his temper was too dull. He took two steps back and stood up: "Then get up quickly. The baby and I are waiting for you in the hospital."
