The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

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"The next world."

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This world is the world of immortality, and this time the original person is a little cannon fodder.

The world of cultivating immortals is divided into the immortal world and the mortal world. The male protagonist Wen Xuan and the original body are biological brothers. They were born in a royal family in the mortal world. The male protagonist is the daughter of the queen, and the original body is the son of the emperor's favored maid.

The two were born no more than three days apart. Although they are biological brothers, their identities are completely different.

In order to survive in the cannibal palace, the mother and son could only try their best to reduce their sense of existence. Fortunately, the emperor was lustful and the favored maid was unknown, and she would forget about them after sleeping with them.

He was like a stallion. He gave birth to many children, and there was no shortage of sons. After randomly giving a promised position, he left his original mother behind.

As for the queen, she has more concubines with families to deal with, and she can't pay attention to such a little palace maid.

The original mother had the promised status, but her life was not as good as that of the lowest palace maid. She was frugal and had to raise Wen Shao with great difficulty.

In this way, mother and son lived a transparent life in the palace for fourteen years.

Until that day, Mo Jian, the elder of the Tianluo Sect in the Rishang Immortal Realm, passed by this place and sensed a mysterious power of pure fire, so he stayed here.

It was found out that his original body was actually a fire-type spiritual root. The purity of the spiritual root was 100%. He was simply a peerless genius.

Mo Jian was amazed and immediately wanted to take the original body away to cultivate immortality, but he insisted that cultivating immortality should cut off the front edge and was unwilling to take the original body's mother away with him.

The original person begged, but he was angered and was slapped away, taking away half of his life.

Mo Jian looked indifferent: "I will ask you again tomorrow, if you don't know what to do..."

The tail note rose slightly, with a threatening tone, and you can imagine the consequences of rejection.

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high. Mo Jian temporarily stayed in the palace and was entertained with delicious food and drinks.

Wen Xuan was jealous of the opportunity that his original body was about to ascend, and he even coveted his spiritual roots. Under the guidance of Wen Xuan's grandfather, he dug up his original spiritual roots.

Yes, grandpa.

Wen Xuan's grandfather has been around for a long time and has always been hidden in the jade pendant he carries with him. However, the grandfather disliked his spiritual roots and never taught him how to practice.

The original good spiritual root was just a stepping stone for Wen Xuan.

When the original body was in pain and unconscious, she heard Wen Xuan's voice: "Wen Shao, Wen Shao, you should be a bed bug all your life, want to put pressure on me? Just have your sweet dream."

"Haha, my good brother, I hope you will never be a human again in your next life."

The original body was so painful that he fainted, but he did not die until he woke up the next day and found that his mother He Jia had been hanged from the beam. There was a piece of cloth next to her with blood-red writing on it.

The original body burst into tears.

His mother was afraid that she would drag down her son's success, so she committed suicide first, but she didn't know that he had lost the qualifications to practice and to live.

Mo Jian valued the spiritual root of the original body, not him as a person. After Wen Xuan obtained the spiritual root, he wisely accepted him as his teacher and went to the immortal world. Mo Jian was extremely satisfied.

As for the original person who was unaware of current affairs, he was naturally left behind.

Mo Jian commented on Wen Xuan: "This boy is decisive and has no kindness as a woman. He will become a great weapon in the future."

The queen was overjoyed at her son's opportunity. After discovering that the original man was still alive, she immediately killed him and stabbed him through with a sword.

The original wish was to kill Wen Xuan and the Queen with his own hands, so that his mother could have a stable life for the rest of her life, and it would be best if she could live longer.

Wen Xuan blocked his path of cultivation, so he insisted on cultivating hard and trampled it under his feet. He would never be able to turn over in his life.

……

The pain in the Dantian invades the brain, tearing the person's sanity to pieces, and it seems that only death can provide relief.

Wen Shao bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to wake up. If he didn't hurry up, his mission would be over when Wen's mother hanged herself.

Wen Shao casually took a pain-relieving pill from the space and stuffed it into his mouth, and then stumbled into Wen's mother's room.

"Shao'er? You're up so late at night, what are you doing here?" Mother Wen's eyes panicked, and she hid the things in her hands behind her. When Wen Shao came closer, she realized that the thin face across from her was covered with cold sweat, and his face was expressionless. Too pale to be alive.

She touched Wen Shao's hand, coldly, and immediately became more panicked: "Shao'er, what's wrong with you? Please say something!"

"Mom, I'm fine." Wen Shao looked down at the hand holding his. Mother Wen was so worried that she had forgotten to hide it. That hand was covered in sticky blood.

She was originally illiterate, but in this palace, the prince Yuan Shen was so transparent that she was not even qualified to enter school. She sold all her jewelry, bought a few books, taught herself, and then taught Yuan Shen body.

It doesn’t matter how knowledgeable he is, at least he can’t be illiterate.

When the original person was still young, she used the branches at the door as pens and the soil as paper, and wrote word by word: "Human beings are originally good in nature."

The original person repeated obediently: "In the beginning, human nature is inherently good."

And the last words she left in this world, the last suicide note left to her original body, were stained with blood, and contained a mother's selfless love for her child.

Wen Shao had a sore nose.

Mother Wen followed his eyes and saw the blood on her hands. She immediately put her hands behind her back as if she had been stabbed, and looked away erratically.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Wen Shao's eyes were a little red. He reached out and snatched the cloth from Wen's mother's hand. The words that had made the original person's life worse than death in the plot were so red that it was dazzling.

A smile appeared on Mother Wen's old face: "Shao'er, Mom has nothing to live for in this life, but you still have a long life. Just follow the immortal. Mom doesn't want to be a burden to you."

Wen Shao's lips curved into a mocking smile, his face a little pale: "Mom, I can't leave."

Mother Wen was stunned for a moment.

Wen Shao continued: "Just now, Wen Xuan came."

Wen Shao put his hand on his Dantian and said calmly: "He has dug up my spiritual roots, and he will enter the immortal world to practice."

Mother Wen lost her voice and said, "How, how could this happen? How could he do this! How could he..."

Those black eyes that had been humbled for half a lifetime burst out with such strong hatred for the first time.

She was sold into the palace by her family when she was nine years old, but she didn't hate it.

She was twenty-three years old when she was blessed by the emperor. She would be able to leave the palace in two years. The emperor ruined her future and made her have to die in the palace, but she did not hate it.

She had no regrets when she gave birth to Wen Shao in a remote palace and suffered from lifelong illnesses.

She and Wen Shao depended on each other, and when they were struggling to survive every day, she didn't hate them.

When she left her suicide note, she still didn't hate it, she was even happy.

But when she learned that Wen Shao's only chance to change his destiny was ruthlessly taken away, a burning hatred finally ignited in her heart, which made her heart ache.

She has served people for half her life and been humble for half her life. She has never known that hatred is such an unbearable thing.

She hates it so much, really hates it!

"He already has everything, why would he still bully my Shao'er like this? Why..." Wen's mother took half a step back and almost lost her balance. Wen Shao quickly supported her and quietly sprinkled the powdered pills on her cheeks. Above the wound, recovery is as good as before.

But the blood that has been lost can no longer be recovered, just like the anger in her heart, which can never be recovered.

"Shao'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all me who has dragged you down..." Wen's mother said weakly, her head hanging down, blaming herself so much at this moment.

If she had been of a higher birth, if she could gain the favor of the emperor, Wen Shao would not have been allowed to follow her through so many years of hard life. Seeing that he was about to fly up a branch, he was dragged down by life and fell to pieces. Vague.

In the past, mother and son were transparent people in the palace. The queen could not see them, so the two of them could live quietly. Now that Wen Shao has gained so much limelight, but has lost the chance to leave, the queen will definitely not let them go.

She just wanted to die, but her Shao'er was only fourteen years old and he had never seen the outside world. How could he die like this? He was just a little bit closer!

Mother Wen was desperate.