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[What is the boss doing? It’s a bit scary]

[Who is the boss talking to? Why did she call her Master? Where is Beiming Immortal Lord? Why did not I see? The world of cultivating immortals rejects supernatural beings]

[This feels like the boss is in a fantasy world]

[Why are you crying, boss? What did she see? 】

[Ah ah ah, this is not the experience of seeing a tragic death in a previous life, right? Hug big brother, I feel sorry for you]

[Can the little black ball go up and hit her to wake her up? 】

[Little black ball, hurry up, how can you bear to see the boss feel so uncomfortable? 】

[The boss’s eyes changed, she must have seen the scene when Beiming Immortal Lord died in his previous life]

The little black ball is very humane most of the time, especially when the will in the live broadcast room is strong, he is always obedient.

But this time, it just floated there quietly, indifferent.

Feng Changyun breathed rapidly, raised her head stiffly, her eyes were filled with tears, and her whole body was trembling.

An emotion called fear continued to spread in her chest, and hatred took root and sprouted, coming like an overwhelming tide.

Beiming Immortal Lord's whole body was pierced by a long knife, and his moon-white robe was dyed red with blood, as if a soul-absorbing flower had bloomed.

He staggered towards Feng Changyun in two steps. His breath was messy, his face was bloodless, and his lips were even pale. He stretched out his hands to protect her tightly in his arms, and kept saying "Don't be afraid" over and over again in her ear. .

Feng Changyun looked at his chest dully, the blood was still flowing.

And behind him, there were faces laughing wildly and proudly.

"Hahaha, I finally found you. I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to hide in this place where birds don't poop."

"Quick, kill them."

"Whoever kills gets the reward, what are you waiting for? Go ahead."

"A dignified immortal, but you live like a mouse, just for such a disciple? Beiming, you are confused, is it worth it?"

does it worth? Are you willing to risk your life for her?

Feng Changyun asked Beiming Immortal Lord over and over in her heart, but Beiming Immortal Lord just held her tightly in his arms while opening the barrier to resist attacks from behind.

She felt her heart beating faster and faster, as if it was about to burst out of her chest.

Looking at his bleeding chest, hatred grew crazily, and a flash of scarlet flashed in his eyes, instantly pulling her into some unspeakable emotion.

At this moment, she seemed to have become the girl who had been wronged and wronged in her previous life.

She doesn't understand what she did wrong? She didn't do anything. She worked hard for the sect, ran around to fight against injustices and acted chivalrously. She had never done anything evil. How could she end up like this?

Not only did he ruin himself, but he also harmed his master to such an extent.

Why?

It shouldn't be like this.

Her eyes slowly turned red, and the hatred in her eyes solidified into substance. She looked behind Beiming Immortal Lord, as if it was trying to penetrate people's hearts.

These people deserve to die.

They hurt Master and do not deserve to live...

As if aware of her changes, Beiming Immortal Lord spit out blood, and his breath became weaker. He stretched out his hands to push her head back into his arms, and covered her eyes with his blood-stained hands.

With a smile on his lips, he whispered in her ear gently: "Be obedient, don't look, don't be possessed, don't take revenge for me, leave here quickly, they can't hurt you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and glanced at the crumbling barrier. The second before the barrier was broken, he pushed Feng Changyun away with all his strength.

Feng Changyun panicked and subconsciously reached out to him to hold him back: "Master! No!"

Beiming Immortal Lord had already turned around and walked towards the rushing crowd step by step, letting the attacks fall on him, and letting the swords cut him until his body was covered in bruises and blood.

He looked back at Feng Changyun again, opened his mouth to say something, but spit out blood before he finished speaking. He glanced at her one last time, his eyes filled with sadness, and turned his head away from her again.

All the sounds disappeared into the noisy crowd and were drowned in the shouts of killing.

Feng Changyun stared blankly at Beiming Immortal Lord walking away, reaching out to pull him, as if holding on to the last glimmer of hope, but was pushed further away by a burst of spiritual power.

When he turned back, he only saw an explosion. The majestic spiritual power exploded, destroying the world and destroying the earth, killing almost all the people who came after him in the blink of an eye.

Even the conditions of the monks who were also in the Mahayana stage were not much better. Although they were not dead, they were seriously injured and dying.

Feng Changyun clenched her hands tightly and looked at the scene in front of her with bloodshot eyes. She stumbled and fell to the ground, her face pale and without a trace of blood.

She kept her eyes wide open and watched as the explosion exploded. The monks were blown into pieces, and the master did not leave any body behind.

Her breath was stuck in her throat, and her face turned purple.

For a moment, my heart felt empty, and even my mind became blank. All the hatred and sadness were drowned in the huge explosion.

Her master is dead...

There was movement in her throat, and she crawled forward a few steps sluggishly. The dirt she grabbed was full of flesh and blood, and she couldn't even collect the body of her master.

Feng Changyun recalled the past. The master held up her hand to teach her swordsmanship, adjusted her posture little by little, cooked for her, and used a straight face to scare her when she was naughty and willful and refused to eat.

He taught her how to read, read, and reason, and he also taught her how to be a good person.

He was a strict father, but also a loving father. He never let her slack off in her spiritual practice, but when she was sick and uncomfortable, he would take care of her and care about her, wishing he could bear the pain on her behalf.

Every time she encountered danger, Master would protect her behind him and tell her over and over again not to be afraid, he was there.

But now, he is gone.

She called him Master and regarded him as her only relative.

But now, Beiming Immortal Lord is gone, he is dead.

He protected her in the most brutal way, leaving no bones behind. He blocked all attacks for her and gained a chance to escape.

How many people in the world today can withstand the self-destruction of Mahayana monks?

He was successful.

But Feng Changyun didn't want this. She didn't want her master to die, and she didn't want his master to die to protect her.

If her life was to be exchanged by Master, then she wouldn't want it.

Master is the only person in the world who cares about her. If Master is gone, what will she do with her life?

Master picked her up and gave her a second life so that she could survive. But if she had known that her life would bring such a disaster to the Master, she would rather the Master had never picked her up.

It would be better to die on the roadside, be picked up by a wolf, or starve to death, than to drag the master down and cause him to lose his life.

Feng Changyun shed tears of blood from the corner of her eyes, her eyes were numb and dull, and she unconsciously murmured: "Master, Master..."

How did it become like this?

A voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Hate?"

hatred?

Hate what?

Master?

Do you hate them for killing Master?

She thought numbly, how could she not hate her?

Her master was gone like this. Return her master to her. She gave her life to them. Can they return her master to her?

He had done so much for the world of immortality, but in the end he died at the hands of these people. This shouldn't be like this, this shouldn't be his ending.

"Resent?"

Complain, how can you not complain?

The resentment and hatred surging in her heart gradually eroded her sanity, and her eyes became redder and redder.

She suddenly felt an urge that frightened herself.

Kill everyone and destroy the world of immortality...

"Are you willing?"

Are you willing?

How can you be willing to accept that your master is dead?

She was unwilling to do so. They wanted to take her life away. Why did they touch Master?

They shouldn't have touched him.

Feng Changyun spit out blood, her eyes filled with scarlet red, and moved little by little towards the place where Beiming Immortal Lord self-destructed.

She knelt down and slowly picked up a handful of soil.

The soil was stained with blood and minced meat, whether from the master or from other monks.

She hugged the handful of flesh and blood tightly in her arms, as if hugging the master.

"Do you want to avenge him?"

revenge?

She thought, but what could she take for revenge?

Her enemy is the entire world of immortality, how can she take revenge?

The master's last words when he died were still in her ears, not allowing her to take revenge, but how could she be willing to do so?

"You can do it." The voice seemed to be close to her ears, and the screams ate away at her reason: "Feng Changyun, you can kill them and avenge Beiming Immortal Lord. He knows better and will only feel sorry for himself. I won’t blame you for my apprentice reaching this stage."

Her eyes were even scarier, numb and hollow.

Yes, Master loves her the most.

He would rather die than have her get hurt.

It's all because of them that we have come to this point now.

How could Master blame her? He would only feel sorry for what happened to her.

Feng Changyun put down the flesh and blood in her hands and stood up slowly, turned around and looked in one direction.

"Yes, kill them and you can avenge Beiming Immortal Lord."

Kill them.

Revenge for the master.

"Kill them."

Feng Changyun moved forward step by step, like a lifeless puppet, repeating one sentence: "Kill them."

"Kill them..."

"Yes, kill them, Feng Changyun, you can." The voice rang in her ears over and over again, constantly urging her to walk faster.

Feng Changyun walked towards her master's door step by step.

Kill them...

Kill everyone...

Buried with Master.

The Qingfeng Sect doesn't care about their old feelings, they deserve to die, they don't deserve to live in this world.

They should all go down and make amends to Master.

The master has done so much for the Qingfeng Sect, but he has not received any protection from the sect.

It's what they owe Master and they should pay it back.

Her consciousness seemed to be pulled into an abyss, and all the voices repeated over and over again, kill them, take revenge.

Avenge the master and make everyone pay the price.

"Feng Changyun!"

A sharp shout suddenly sounded in her ears, pulling her consciousness back from the abyss.

Feng Changyun's dull eyes turned, and a trace of confusion flashed through her eyes.

She looked at the person coming, the scarlet red in her eyes was very scary.

Shen Tinghan looked at her with an ugly face: "Do you know, if you continue like this, you will become a devil."

She lowered her head slowly, and was caught off guard by her reflection in the river.

In the reflection, her face was pale and haggard, so thin that only a handful of bones were left, her hair was messy, and her eyes were dull and unfocused.

She stared at the water for a long time, and suddenly realized that it was her.

She almost couldn't recognize herself, and her consciousness was blurry. She remembered her previous appearance, arrogant and cold, the pride of heaven.

It was so different from now, she couldn't even recognize herself, so it was hard for Shen Tinghan to recognize her, she thought mockingly.

"So what if I become a demon?" She looked at Shen Tinghan with hollow eyes: "Master is the only one in the world who cares about me. He is the only one who cares about whether I am cold or not, and whether I am hungry. But if he dies, what can I do even if I become a demon? ? If he could survive, I would be willing to beat me, scold me, or kill me."

Shen Tinghan looked at her quietly, his eyes darkened, and his hands in his sleeves slowly tightened.

After a long time, he whispered a word: "Beiming Immortal Lord will not come back again..."

Feng Changyun seemed not to have heard what he said, and looked at the calm lake again. Ripples appeared in the water, and then it returned to calm in an instant: "Senior Brother Shen... No, I am no longer worthy of calling you Senior Brother. Shen Tinghan, please come right now." You are about to succeed as the leader, you have to take responsibility for your actions, and you better not come to me again to damage your reputation."

His future is bright, but she is being hunted by the whole world. Feng Changyun feels sad. It's really ridiculous.

Back then, they were both known as the number one young generation in the world of cultivating immortals, and their words still lingered in their ears, but now they have taken two completely different paths.

He has a smooth future, but she is at the end of her rope.

Shen Tinghan walked up to her, with emotions in her eyes that she couldn't understand.

"Reputation? It all depends on other people's words. What's the use of my reputation?"

Feng Changyun looked at him, not understanding what he meant.

Shen Tinghan took a deep breath and said, "I care."

There was confusion in her eyes.

Shen Tinghan looked directly into her eyes with firm eyes: "Beiming Immortal Lord is not the only one who cares about you in this world, I care too."

Feng Changyun was stunned, as if she didn't understand what he meant.

Shen Tinghan repeated it again: "Feng Changyun, I said I care about you. I care about whether you are happy or not, whether you are sad or not, whether you are cold or not, whether you are hungry or not. Do you understand? Beiming is not the only one in this world. Immortal Lord cares about you."

Feng Changyun understood, and confusion flashed across her dull eyes. It was as if she was meeting Shen Tinghan for the first time: "You should know what I have done..."

"I believe you."

In one sentence, Feng Changyun's next words were stuck in her throat and she could no longer say them out.

He said he believed her?

The entire world of immortality was screaming at her to kill her because of some unfounded rumors, but he said he believed her?

Even the Qingfeng Sect didn't dare to say so categorically that they believed in her, but Shen Tinghan did.

Tears fell unexpectedly, and she wiped them away stubbornly. Feng Changyun's numb eyes showed a strange emotion: "You have no idea..."

"I know." Shen Tinghan didn't give her a chance to speak at all: "Feng Changyun, I know you. You can't kill Fairy Changming and wipe out her whole family, and you can't kill Song You, a five-year-old child. Kill and dismember the body.”

"The Feng Changyun I know is kind, generous and has a heart for the world. She often fights injustices for others. How could she do such a vicious thing?"

Feng Changyun almost couldn't control her tears. She was misunderstood by the entire world of immortality and she didn't even cry. But at this moment when she was suddenly understood and trusted by others, she couldn't help but shed tears.

All the emotions seemed to find an outlet at once, and the tears were like a flood, uncontrollable.

Shen Tinghan stretched out his hand to touch her, but retracted the moment he touched her.

Feng Changyun raised her head while crying and asked Shen Tinghan: "But Shen Tinghan, what can I do? They don't believe me, what should I do?"

She was like a confused child, stubbornly spinning around in circles and unable to find direction.

Shen Tinghan raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently wiped away the tears on her face: "Don't worry, I will find a way."

Think of ways to? What can you think of?

The entire world of immortal cultivators wanted to get rid of her quickly. She had become like this, so why bother dragging Shen Tinghan into the water?

Feng Changyun lowered her head and smiled bitterly: "You don't have to comfort me, just leave quickly, they will come here soon."

Shen Tinghan grabbed her and said, "Follow me."

"Where?"

"Hide first. Don't come out. I'll find you after I solve all this."

Feng Changyun laughed at herself: "It's useless, you can't solve it. Master killed the people who were chasing me. Even if I avenge those people, they can't tolerate me."

Shen Tinghan held her hand a little tighter. Perhaps it was Feng Changyun's imagination, but the circles under his eyes seemed to be red.

"Feng Changyun, just this time, you believe me, I will definitely be able to do it. No matter what happens, you must protect yourself and wait for me to come back."

Feng Changyun said nothing.

Shen Tinghan raised her head: "At least, hide until I come back to find you."

She grinned, wanting to laugh at his naivety, but seeing the pleading in his eyes, she nodded slightly.

She didn't know whether it was because of Shen Tinghan's words, or because she had a glimmer of hope in her heart to clear her grievances and clear her master's name.