Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

"You must be lying to me! It was Han Sheng who asked you to lie to me, right?" Han Mo collapsed to the extreme and could not accept the facts. He would rather Han Sheng had never liked him.

If he didn't like him, he wouldn't regret killing Han Sheng. But Han Sheng said that he liked him, and taught him how to bear the pain of killing his lover with his hands?

Han Mo's head rolled down, and his body was divided into pieces of flesh. His eyes struggled and beat on the ground, and he attacked Xie Xingchen.

Xie Xingchen's pupils shrank sharply, Qi Hanzhi moved very quickly, and when his eyes jumped, he stabbed his eyes with a sword.

The eyeball was split in two and fell to the ground, beating like a dying man.After a few seconds, the two halves of the eyes paired up on their own, became intact again, and jumped into Han Mo's bleeding eye sockets.

"Thank you, Master, for saving my disciple's life."

"You don't need to thank me. I'm protecting my disciples as my master, shouldn't I?"

"Uh..." Xie Xingchen was too embarrassed to talk about the series of things that Qi Hanzhi had done before, including pinching his chin, removing the original owner's ribs, and calling him useless.

"Ah, yes, master is naturally the best to his disciples."

After complimenting Qi Hanzhi, Xie Xingchen took out his sword and looked cautiously at Han Mo, whose body was torn apart.

"I didn't lie to you, and Han Sheng didn't lie to you either. You were just lying to yourself."

After Xie Xingchen finished speaking, the sword in his hand suddenly trembled, and a ray of light flowed out, transforming into a human figure.

The figure was a young man dressed in red.

The young man was extremely handsome, somewhat similar to Xie Xingchen, but his eyes showed the indifference and helplessness that had gone through all the vicissitudes of life.

Hongyi knelt down, picked up the pieces of meat scattered on the ground, pieced together Han Mo's limbs, and installed his fallen head.

After doing all this, he said: "Han Mo, please stop fussing. It's been a hundred years and I'm tired."

"No, don't, I'm not tired." Han Mo stretched out his hand to grab the figure in red, but it went straight through.

Han Mo's hand passed through his figure, and Han Sheng smiled bitterly.He failed in his mission and became a powerful ghost in this secret realm.

Many monks have come here over the past hundred years, and Han Mo was forced to replay their stories. He saw all this.

And Han Mo worked hard to do all this just to force him to come out and see him.

He sighed, Han Mo was still so paranoid, "I am willing to come to see you, just let them go. I don't want the tragedy between you and me to be repeated over and over again."

He stretched out his hand to wipe away Han Mo's blood and tears with a bright smile.

"I let them go, but what about you? Where will you go?" He didn't want to experience the feeling of loss again, it was too painful.

"I won't leave you anymore. Let's put aside the past grudges and let's go together, okay?"

A hundred years ago, after Han Sheng's death, he was full of resentment and turned into a ghost to take revenge on Han Mo. The best way was not to see him again.

But now, he figured out that instead of torturing the two of them, it was better to let go of the past and start over.

"You are finally willing to forgive me." Han Mo shed bloody tears, which fell bright red on the ground.

He walked towards Han Sheng, as if the most loyal believer walked towards his god and was reborn.

[Congratulations to everyone, you have successfully completed the plot and successfully obtained the qualification to leave the city. Now I will send you out of the city. 】

"Finally the plot is over? Can we look for opportunities?"

"Great!! This secret realm is so stupid. I was asked to play the role of an inn waiter. I worked here for free for a few days. I was exhausted. I must go to the secret realm to pick a heaven-level treasure."

"Isn't it good for you to be a waiter? It's not easy to break up the character. I'm not as lucky as you. The Secret Realm asked a man to play the oiran, and the performance almost caused me to have gender cognitive impairment!"

"Hahahaha, you guys are really miserable, I feel sorry for you for three seconds, hahahaha... I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back."

There was cheering in the secret realm, and they finally finished the plot in cooperation.

Although it was only a few days, everyone was under the surveillance of the people in the city all the time, and their nerves were extremely tense.

If they don't pay attention to the character design, they will be wiped out. They are extremely cruel and harsh.

"Master, look for..."

Xie Xingchen thought about asking Qi Hanzhi if he wanted to take the opportunity.

When he looked sideways at Qi Han, Qi Hanzhi suddenly changed from a boy of seventeen or eighteen to an adult man, and his words were stuck.

It's a familiar feeling of oppression.

Qi Hanzhi didn't wait for Xie Xingchen to finish speaking, and took a quick step forward. In the blink of an eye, Qi Hanzhi took Xie Xingchen to another place.

The place where the two of them were standing was remote, on a cliff deep in the forest. Below was a deep canyon, tens of thousands of feet high.

Xie Xingchen glanced at the canyon. He was afraid of heights and felt dizzy. He grabbed a handful of Qi Hanzhi's sleeves and said, "Master, bring your disciples here."

Qi Hanzhi narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Opportunity."

When he was still thinking about playing Han Mo in the secret realm, he actually lost his memory.

Probably because he was a dragon and posed a threat to the secret realm, the secret realm was afraid of him and forcibly erased his memory, completely becoming Han Mo.

When Xie Xingchen heard the word opportunity, he loosened Qi Hanzhi's sleeves and became excited.

After all, this is what he came for.

Opportunities are limited, first come first served.

Xie Xingchen snapped his fingers, eager to try to summon the natal sword.

"Xiao Ben, take me down quickly. Your master is going to make me rich!"

When Xie Xingchen thought of opportunities, he inevitably thought of the gold and silver in the opportunities, and he used his mind to talk to his natal sword.

A monk uses his mind to communicate with others without being heard by others, but Qi Hanzhi is a dragon and can hear clearly.

When Qi Hanzhi heard this, he thought: Money addict.

The natal sword was indifferent, and Xie Xingchen called it three times in a row to no avail.

Small book?

Books?

Ignore me again?

Xie Xingchen simply called his new wife, "Xiaomu? Mumu?"

——The new wife is his wooden sword.

Natal Sword: "..." Sure enough, there is no love anymore.

The sword spirit of the natal sword was frightened and could not be summoned; while the wooden sword was too lazy to listen to Xie Xingchen's orders and simply pretended to be deaf.

"Hey, my disciple's two swords don't seem to listen to me. Could it be that I, the master, have been despised?" Xie Xingchen felt sad when he saw that neither of the two swords listened to him.

He was very sad, with his head lowered, and every strand of hair was hanging down.

Qi Hanzhi said: "Isn't this the sheath?"

"Ok?"

Hearing the sword being unsheathed, Xie Xingchen raised his head sharply, his hair standing on edge, and he was filled with joy.

I saw that the natal sword and the wooden sword, which had not come out no matter how I called them, were just lying horizontally in the air, trembling.

They didn't want to take it out of the sheath, but Qi Hanzhi stared at it helplessly, and with a shake of the sword, he was forcibly summoned.

"..."

Sure enough, his sword still loves him as its master.

Xie Xingchen thought that he had not been abandoned by the sword and smiled.

His eyebrows were very beautiful, and his smile was curved, like a crescent moon, immersed in the setting sun, as bright as a flower.

The smile was so contagious that Qi Hanzhi was infected, and the corners of his lips curved into an imperceptible arc that even he didn't notice.

"Master Qi!"

"Thank you brother!"

Distantly, the voices of Yulun Sect disciples came from below the canyon, and they waved to Xie Xingchen excitedly.