I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Bu Jianshan stared at his bleeding wound in a daze, not understanding how Meng Buping attacked under his guard, and where did the broken knife come from.

But even so, Bu Jianshan still felt that he was not wronged.

Because Meng Buping was far more vicious than he imagined, he was willing to completely break his right hand, he would rather not hold a sword in this life, but use that almost weird posture to take his life.

At this moment, Bu Jianshan didn't know whether to laugh at Meng Buping because he was too afraid of death, or whether he had too much backbone.

It's just that the opponent's speed is beyond his imagination.

Judging from its appearance, it doesn't look like a person who has been poisoned by Hua Gong San.

Then, the truth of the matter was as expected by Bu Jianshan, Meng Buping tilted his head, and spit out the tea that he had kept in his stomach with internal force.

Meng Buping got out of the shackles, and kicked Bu Jianshan's already cold body, for fear that his blood would stain the jar in his hand.

This was just something that happened so quickly that he raised his knife and slashed towards Dabao's Bu Jianshui. Before he knew what happened behind him, a dagger took a step ahead of him and slit his throat.

The splashed blood fell from the air and sprinkled on Dabao's shoulders and the ground where he was kneeling.

Dabao blinked in fear, only to see Meng Buping in black looking at him like an evil ghost Shura.

"Hero Meng, you..." Dabao swallowed, and pointed at Meng Buping's arm with trembling fingers.

Meng Buping panted heavily, he was at the end of his strength, if he had faced the two brothers Bu Jianshan and Bu Jianshui, he would have no chance of winning at all.

That's why he pretended to be poisoned, in order to take advantage of the unpreparedness of the two of them and kill him with one blow.

Now that the crisis was over, he leaned against the tea table with no strength, barely maintaining a standing posture.

Under Dabao's reminder, he regained his senses slightly and looked at his right hand.

The misplaced Moribai bones were pierced through the flesh and exposed, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Instead, he laughed self-deprecatingly, and looked at the jar, "Xue Qi, Xue Qi, I didn't expect that your knife broke in my arm and saved my life."

Dabao didn't understand why he was laughing, but he wasn't completely frightened by the scene just now, at least he could still think about how to deal with the corpses in front of him.

Among them, there are villains who kill people without blinking an eye, and tea drinkers who suffer for no reason.

By the way, there is another one alive, standing in front of him, a chivalrous man who can be called a real hero.

Meng Buping saved his life, he should repay him.

Just like in the story, an ordinary person rescued a fallen knight one day, and the two hit it off and became brothers.

From then on, that ordinary person finally set foot on the rivers and lakes of his dreams.

"Hero Meng, my family lives in Qixing Town. If you don't mind, you can go to my place to treat the wound."

Dabao asked tentatively, wondering if his actions were in line with the rules of the world.

"You know me?" Meng Buping lowered his head, he put down the jar in his hand, and picked up the first sword that fell into the dust.

At this moment, he was defenseless, because he knew that Dabao was just an ordinary person, this person would not harm him, he had no such thought, nor such ability.

"Ah?" Dabao was taken aback by his question, and then said: "Hero Meng is a great knight in the Jianghu. I heard about you in the book, and most people in the town know about it."

Meng Buping's lacquered eyes moved, and he didn't know what he thought of, and said: "It's going to be dark soon, since you're fine, you'd better go to the city quickly, these people's deaths have nothing to do with you , if someone asks about it in the future, you will act as if today's incident never happened, and those officials will naturally not embarrass you."

"Hey!" After receiving the order, Dabao didn't dare to be negligent. He walked back to the teahouse, trying to tidy up in a hurry, but when he saw the two corpses hidden behind the stove, he felt terrified and wanted to leave here quickly.

Hastily collected the copper coins earned in a day, passing by the man in black who was like a sculpture, frozen in place.

Dabao pursed his lips, "Hero Meng, what about you, your injury should be healed sooner. It is said that people in the Jianghu have no fear of life and death, but a person alive is always better than a person buried in the ground, isn't it?"

After a few words, Dabao saw that Meng Buping didn't pay attention to him, so he thought it was just him talking too much.

He took out the jade hairpin from his bosom, and secretly rejoiced that this innocent disaster did not destroy the gift he had prepared for his sister.

Dabao moved towards the gate of the city with weak legs, the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe hadn't stayed in his heart for a moment.

Not far away, that damned crow was screaming again.

It's really strange, the two evil spirits who committed crimes during the day are already dead, why does he still feel like a light on his back?

"Alive?" Meng Buping, holding the sword, remembered Dabao's words.

Vaguely, he remembered that the Seventh Young Master who died under his sword also said the same.

"Meng Buping, you have to live." In Fang Wai's battle in the forest, Xue Qi hoped that he would live, so he chose to die by himself so that he would live up to the world.

But now, he is willing to obediently listen to Xue Qi's words, and if he wants to live a good life, he has to let the world down.

The owner of the tea stall had seen him before, and if he wanted to get rid of his identity as "Meng Buping" and become an ordinary person incognito, he should be considered dead in the world, even in the world.

"Shopkeeper." Meng Buping called to stop Dabao.

"Guest——" Dabao turned around, the sword that never killed unknown people tasted warm blood for the first time.

"You shouldn't have said too much just now." The moment he fell down, Meng Buping's voice echoed in Dabao's mind.

The fear of death spread in his pupils, and at the last moment of his life, he didn't want to think about what he said wrong just now.

Just staring at the jade hairpin that fell three feet away, the knight's bumpy footsteps, stepping on the bright red warm jade, the sound of the pearls and jade shattering, like a generous and sad song by a stringer. The strings snapped suddenly.

"I remembered, so I've been dead for so long..." Dabao murmured.

In the light group, Yu Huaiyin was blinded by the sudden wind and sand.

He watched the knight in black walk away, while the young man who fell in a pool of blood was still unable to protect the hairpin in his hand.

"Dabao?" Waking up from the fragments of memory, Yu Huaiyin looked back at the young man beside him, and found that there seemed to be something wrong with his expression.

"Snake, a very big snake, it took my sister away!" Suddenly, Dabao yelled crazily.

He couldn't hear Yu Huaiyin's call beside him, and he didn't care about the consequences of entering the fifth floor of the Yin Yang Pagoda alone.

Dabao ran desperately towards the door hidden in the darkness. His deep obsession and strong will allowed him to see through the many secrets in this tower with the eyes of a mortal.

Therefore, he could feel that in the depths of this tower, the huge snake shadow entrenched on the dead bones was devouring the souls of the dead in Qixing Town.

Among the distorted faces that kept wailing, there was A Luo's figure.

So, he can't back down, can't be afraid.

He is also a hero, a hero who belongs only to his sister.

"Dabao, come back quickly!" Seeing the critical moment of breaking the formation, if something happens to Dabao at this time, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Yu Huaiyin said in his heart, that good book has the halo of the protagonist, even if he doesn't need to save it, there will naturally be other good fortune to help him out of trouble.

But he, a kid who has resurrected his soul from a dead body, obviously won't have such good luck.

The matter was urgent, and he had no time to come up with a better countermeasure, so he followed Dabao's footsteps and entered the fifth floor.

And just when he was about to grab Dabao's clothes, the lantern in his hand flashed brightly, and beads of light made up of memories surrounded him, so that he could only watch Dabao disappear into the darkness.

"Damn it!" Dabao was no longer in sight.

Yu Huaiyin could only focus on the light beads floating in front of him, and at the same time constantly surveyed the surrounding environment, hoping to see where that person was.

After all, when the mutual acquaintance was forcibly cut off, Liang Ce said that he was trapped in a maze full of resentment.

Although he has never seen the scene described by Liang Book after entering the fifth floor, but as long as Liang Book is here, he will be able to find it.

I just hope that the protagonist with great fortune and fate will listen to his persuasion and stay where he is.

"Revenge, or escape..."

Dabao's life, like a revolving lantern, flashed before Yu Huaiyin's eyes one by one.

Looking back at the past, Yu Huaiyin felt that Dabao's first half of life was poor but sweet, he was a contented and happy person, if he had any regrets, it must be the resentment and hatred when he was dying.

Thinking about it, he died unexpectedly for no reason, probably the obsession in his heart was to save his life and live the rest of his life in peace and joy.

Or, he had good intentions in his heart, but he aroused the suspicion of the hero he admired wholeheartedly.

Killing people to kill people, unexpectedly, the legendary No. [-] sword in the world was originally a selfish and ruthless person.

Meng Buping used his blood to cover the [-]-mile road to kill, among which countless swords blocked the road and poisonous schemes and traps, which had long smoothed out the young man's chivalrous heart.

As everyone knows, the tea that he kept in his stomach with internal force is non-toxic.

Dao is ordinary, but ordinary people also have extraordinary means.

An elderly couple who have been selling tea all their lives have never seen much of the world, but in order to deal with those difficult customers on weekdays, they have also developed some tricks.

For example, how to exchange a cup of tea with foreign matter in it under the watchful eyes of the public, and then put on a smiling face, so that this small tea stall can last for a long time.

Yu Huaiyin pondered for a moment, and took away the dimmest one among the bright pearls like stars.

When he entered the memory, he saw that Dabao was about to be buried under Meng Buping's sword.

He rushed forward, trying to pull away the figure with his back facing the sharp blade.

But at the moment when he was about to succeed, he turned his head and found that the lantern belonging to Dabao in the darkness was emitting a soft light.

A distant voice came from the sky.

"Brother..." The voice sounded like a kind reminder.

Yu Huaiyin was in a daze, and the movements of his hands were a little slower. He failed to prevent the tragedy from happening.

Had to watch Dabao die in front of him again.

However, after a minute and a second later, Dang Yu Huaiyin no longer felt the shock of seeing this scene for the first time.

After calming down, he actually discovered Dabao's small movements when he was dying.

I saw him hooking his fingers and staring at the jade hairpin that was broken in two, as if he was nostalgic and longing for something.

"I see!"

Yu Huaiyin raised his eyes suddenly, and then he looked at the clouds in the sky.

The clouds were white and soft, and there was nothing to hide there, but at this moment, he clearly saw a girl in common clothes smiling at him.

"Thank you, A Luo." Yu Huaiyin whispered, and the phantom in the cloud disappeared with the wind.