How to survive as a villain through time travel

It is said that when people are about to die, they will go to the revolving door of memories during their lifetime.

Yan Heqing didn't know if he was in this state now. He saw himself studying in the courtyard with the emperor brothers when he was young. The seven or eight-year-old children shook their heads and read aloud about family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs. When he looked up again, the emperor The brothers all ended up with their heads separated and buried in the loess.

He stood up in a panic and backed away, as if he wanted to escape from the scene, when he bumped into someone in panic, it was his mother.

Yan Heqing's queen mother stood behind him and said softly, "Heqing, you want to live, you want to live."

She kept repeating the three words to live, her voice became more and more sharp, and finally the tone seemed to cut through the eardrums, and her face began to be ferocious. She stretched out her jade arms, and choked Yan Heqing's neck tightly, mouth Still repeating the phrase live on.

Yan Heqing felt shivering all over his body. He wanted to stand up, but was suddenly kicked by someone, and rolled into the mud. The smelly and dirty mud gradually engulfed him. He saw the former emperor of the Northern Kingdom looking down at him: "Huh? One is alive, forget it, take this one back to the Northland as a prisoner."

Then, Yan Heqing woke up.

Yan Heqing didn't struggle, just when he thought he would be strangled to death like this, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, Yan Heqing knelt on the ground clutching his throat, looked up at the city gate, his father was shouting God, why did you destroy my Nanyan country, why did you hurt the people of my Nanyan country?The hatred of family and country is unforgettable and will never be forgotten for generations to come! ! !

After shouting, his father pierced his throat with a saber.

Are you... blind?

This idea suddenly rose from the bottom of Yan Heqing's heart. The crippling chill and panic caused him to prop himself up and grope around, but he seemed helpless and panicked.

Consciousness gradually returned to the body, Yan Heqing couldn't help thinking: So I didn't die.

Yan Heqing slowly opened his eyes, trying to identify where he was, but for some reason, his eyes were filled with gray mist, no matter how much he blinked and rubbed, he still couldn't see anything clearly.

The sound of footsteps approached her ear, and the woman reached out and grabbed Yan Heqing's wrist, stopping his movement, and said, "Don't rub, you're not blind, and you'll recover in a few days."

Yan Heqing raised his head and squinted his eyes, but he could only see a vague outline: "How do you know?"

Suddenly there was a sound of pushing the door and entering, followed by a female voice: "Ah... you, cough, son, are you awake?"

Yan Heqing didn't have the mood to answer at all, he covered his eyes with his left hand and kept pressing and rubbing, as if he wanted to wipe away the gray fog in front of him, but he could only rub his eyes red.

"This is a small wooden house in an old forest deep in the mountains. It is usually used as a temporary shelter for herb pickers and hunters. My... little girl's surname is Lin and her name is Shenling."

Yan Heqing blinked non-stop, as if he was extremely unaccustomed to this half-blind state, he turned his head to the blurry outline, but couldn't focus: "Why did you save me?"

"Trust me, I...my lord, the little girl has learned some medical skills, so let me put my mind at ease and trust the little girl once."

Yan Heqing lowered his head, withdrew his hand from the woman's, and asked, "Where is this? Who are you?"

The man's breathing was inexplicably stagnant, and he fell silent. Just when Yan Heqing thought she was not going to answer, he suddenly heard a very soft voice: "There is no reason..."

Yan Heqing didn't understand why, so he nodded his thanks: "Thank you, I will definitely repay you in the future."

Yan Heqing's tone was flat and unwavering, and even the emotion of gratitude was very shallow. He seemed not to want to know more, so he turned his head and said nothing.

The man waited for a while, then quietly walked out of the cabin.