Reborn Black Lotus can read minds

In this life, he did not choose to follow his grandfather to Liaoyuan.

In this life, everything has changed.

That Xiao He no longer exists.

On the Hua Chao Festival, he met her again after a lifetime.

Everything is exactly the same as in the previous life. He didn't dare make any changes.

In this life, he is no longer the cowardly and incompetent Xiao Xingyun, but he is no longer the gentle Xiao He.

Everything in this world is clearly priced and can be exchanged for equal amounts.

He was immersed in improving his military power and cultivating his power. He didn't care about everything. He became ruthless, cold-blooded, numb, and cruel.

At first, he thought these things were good and could help him reach his goal faster. However, at this moment, the heavy feeling in his chest and the unfamiliar violent heartbeat made him feel emotions for the first time - unwillingness.

In this life, before Shen Yuan appeared for more than 20 years, he didn't care about anything. He only cared about rights.

Until he heard his Shen Yuan say that she hoped Xiao He would forget her, he actually felt unwilling as never before.

What is he not willing to do? Even if he tells her that he is reborn, he is Ah He. He wrote the unsigned letter to her in his previous life. He avenged her in his previous life... Even if he tells her Even so, her feelings for him will not change.

Because she never liked him at any time in her previous life.

Even the little Shen Yuan who used to pity him never liked him.

He glanced sideways at his Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan smiled at others, as sweetly as Shen Yuan smiled at him.

But now, she will never smile like that at him again. She is afraid of him and hates him. Even if she smiles, it is a false smile.

etc.

Jealous of those people who are mad with jealousy.

She was obviously the same person as him, but she was so far away from him at this moment, further away than in her previous life.

He felt that he had finally walked from darkness to light, but had to go from light back to darkness again.

Back to that place where she was everywhere but nowhere.

He stared at Shen Yuan calmly for a long time, and finally sneered a few times. Since he pities me, why not pity me to the end?

"Go away and don't come back again." He didn't look at her when he said this.

After a pause, Shen Yuan didn't know what to say and slowly moved out.

She knew that her beauty trap had failed completely.

......

The sky was gray, and on a huge wasteland, the Ninety Soldiers and the Twelve Gods of Killing stood on each side. The two parties were in a calm stalemate. On the side of the Ninety Soldiers, everyone's eyes were wide with anger. Their strong young bodies were wrapped in green iron clothes, and the veins in the hands holding the swords were showing.

The Twelve Gods of Killing are dressed in straight black uniforms, with expressionless faces and no anger.

Xiao Xingyun sat on the bamboo chair and looked at the Twelve Gods of Killing with cold eyes.

Jebulet, the leader of the Twelve Gods of Killing, stood and observed the young general carefully. He did not have a murderous aura, but they had all experienced his power. When he killed, he was so calm that it was shocking.

Although when they killed Huyanmo, they only dared to stand under the sacrificial altar and no one saw it with their own eyes, but when they chopped off Saman's head, he did it specifically in front of them. He didn't even blink. , Jebuledon only felt that this young face revealed a deathly calmness, which was frightening.

He said slowly: "General, you promised us, if you submit to

You, you will let bygones be bygones, why are you acting like this today? "

Xiao Xingyun's eyes were indifferent: "We in the Central Plains are a country of etiquette, so we must have a surrender ceremony."

He raised his hand.

Ye Jin walked up holding the Huns' golden man to worship the sky. At the same time, someone had already lit a bonfire on the wasteland.

An angry shout rang out from among the twelve killing gods. The cold sword was unsheathed. One of the killing gods shouted: "No matter who it is, no one can burn the sacred golden man! At that time, our spirit Symbol!”

There was just a sound of brushing, a bright golden sword flashed by, and a long sword was unsheathed at high speed.

The movement was astonishingly fast, and in an instant the sword passed through the throat of the killing god. He stared in shock and fell heavily to the ground without making any sound.

After a few seconds, blood splattered out, full of ferocity.

The others were so frightened that they took several steps back, knelt down one after another, and spoke in Hun language in fright.

Xiao Xingyun twitched the corner of his mouth, with a trace of ridicule: "There is a saying in the Central Plains, no tears until you see the coffin. It seems that it is also applicable to you Huns."

Saman's headless rotting body was carried up and thrown into the fire together with the man's fresh corpse and the golden man covered in blood.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you in advance," Xiao Xingyun looked at the eleven killing gods indifferently, raising his eyebrows lightly, "Here, I am the military discipline. If you dare to disobey me in the future, you will gouge out your eyes, cut your throat, and chop your hands." Choose yourself.”

The Eleven Gods of Death bowed respectfully, and no one dared to say anything more.

After finishing speaking, he turned sideways and said, "Let's go."

Ye Jin stepped forward: "Master, where are you going now?"

"Cavalry battalion," he paused, then changed his words, "Forget it.

Yes, go back. "

......

There are not many people in the cavalry camp, but when they train their horses, they are all powerful.

The cook moved the stove to light a fire in the open space to cook, the spatula pinged, and Shen Yuan's stomach growled.

A little soldier came from a distance, "Miss Shen, there is a young master who said he came from Kyoto and has been waiting for you for a long time."

Shen Yuan felt strange, coming from Kyoto?

who can that be?

The soldier walked in front and led Shen Yuan into a remote room.

Although they were inside the cavalry camp, they were a little far away from the large training troops, so their huffing and puffing became fainter.

The cavalry camp was originally in a desolate and remote place. Coupled with the rainy day and clouds, the house was dilapidated, which made it even more gloomy.

After entering the house, Shen Yuan looked around.

The first thing that caught the eye was a shabby chair. It was placed straight at the front door, as if it had been known that someone was coming.

Shen Yuan realized something was wrong and looked back. The door of the room was locked from the outside, and a strange smell began to spread in his nose.

She turned around and paused.

The fragrance was very strange. She only smelled a little, but she felt her body temperature rise, her heartbeat speed up, and her mind was in a trance.

It wasn't hot in the northern desert, and was even a bit cold, but Shen Yuan felt as hot as boiling water, and the thin sweat on his back soaked his inner clothes. She would lose her balance in the next step, her weak fingers resting weakly on the table, feeling dizzy.

Her center of gravity was unstable and she began to fall backwards. At this time, a man behind her caught her steadily.

A clear voice sounded: "Ha, I finally caught up."

Old lamps are hung on the walls of the house, and illuminated fires are placed in the lamps.

The man lit the fire folds one by one, and the dark room suddenly became bright, as if all the conspiracy had been revealed.

The person opposite stood in the dark, with the light and shadow on his face flickering in the dim firelight.