Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

"Mother, mother, wake up, mother"

"Son. My son."

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Dad, wake up. I don't want any more candied haws. Dad, woo woo woo."

Murong Fu squatted on the eaves blankly, looking down at the scene below.

The distance between the eaves and the ground is only three feet, which is the height of two floors, but now it has become the most insurmountable distance in the world. Three feet above is the human world, three feet below is the hell on earth.

Ding Chunqiu's poisonous smoke was easily dodged by Murong Fu, but the aftermath affected the civilians nearby.

By the time Murong Fu came to his senses and desperately reminded everyone to disperse, it was already too late.

Except for a group of Beggar Clan disciples who happened to be upwind and dispersed in time after listening to Murong Fu's reminder, the remaining ordinary people did not take Murong Fu's heart-rending roar to heart.

In their perception, the rivers and lakes are far away from them, as far away as an unknown sea in the distance that they will never set foot in in their lifetime. Their ancestors have grown up in the village for generations, and the farthest they have ever gone out in their lives is to go to the market during the off-season. Three meals a day and the two acres of thin fields at their feet are far more important to them than "Murong in the south, Qiao Feng in the north". The four seasons come and go, life is difficult and dull.

Many of them should have lived their lives peacefully and peacefully, then lay quietly on their beds and left reluctantly amid the cries of their loved ones.

Instead of being like now, one afternoon, someone accidentally pressed the pause button on life.

Murong Fu squatted on the eaves and asked himself a question repeatedly in his mind: "Why should I avoid it?"

With his own martial arts, there were at least three ways to deal with the opponent's hastily shot poison, but he subconsciously chose to avoid it.

Does this mean that I am partly responsible for the suffering these people have suffered?

He ran to a child who was holding his mother and crying, and wanted to pull him away. However, before he could touch the child's hand, the child fell down next to the mother's body. The child was playful and ran away just now. He opened it and ran back when he realized something was wrong.

The weaker ones died from the poison on the spot, while the stronger ones could barely hold on, vomiting heavily.

He felt dizzy for the first time.

Sadness, anger, regret, all kinds of negative emotions filled his heart.

"Ding Chunqiu, damn thief, die!"

The extreme anger made his eyes red. In excitement, the sword energy burst out of his body. Shao Ze, Shao Chong and Shang Yang used the three sword techniques at the same time. Three sword energy of nearly two feet stabbed towards Ding Chunqiu. .

Ding Chunqiu felt an unprecedented sense of crisis coming over him. This feeling was like standing naked in an ice cellar and being poured a bucket of ice water on him.

He didn't see how the other party made the move at all, he only felt that there was an unparalleled aura locking him.

Almost out of instinct, he instantly activated the inner secret of the Small Phaseless Skill. The origin of his little phaseless skill is unclear, and his knowledge is not very profound. This is just because the technique emphasizes tranquility and inaction, and the mind wanders too much, which is completely contrary to his nature of mind. In addition, what he has learned is only part of it, and he has not seen the whole picture, so his power is limited.

But after all, it is an advanced Taoist technique that has helped him avoid countless life and death crises over the years.

Today, however, that good fortune seems to be coming to an end.

The invisible sword energy swept across his left hand, and the sharp sword edge instantly cut off half of his palm. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, something even the most skilled swordsman could not achieve.

"Invisible sword energy? Six-meridian divine sword?!"

This term flashed through his mind, and it was only then that he felt real fear. This fear was better than the confusion and panic he felt when he took huge risks to attack Wuyazi and betrayed his master many years ago.

"I'm going to die, I'm really going to die!"

People who are indifferent to the lives of others often value their own lives. Many truly heinous and murderous fanatics can easily take away the precious lives of others at a very low cost, and they often show ugly faces when facing the trial of death, and there is nothing they show when depriving others of their lives. It doesn't matter what comes out.

Ding Chunqiu is this kind of person. Although his martial arts combined with his poisonous skills have become unparalleled in the world, with few rivals, he can be called a grandmaster who founded a sect. However, once faced with the violence that could take his life, he was as cowardly as a dwarf in his heart, and no longer had half of the demeanor of the old immortal he claimed to be. If he cried bitterly and knelt down and kowtowed, his opponent could spare him a life. He would kneel down to the other party without hesitation.

This kind of psychology is difficult for normal people to understand, but it has actually been performed in reality.

To give an example, it is like a group of beasts from a certain country that have committed heinous crimes in a foreign country. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil on the land where other people had lived for generations. They take pleasure in taking the lives of others and believe in the law of violence. Killing women and children was their great achievement. But when death came to them one day, they were as despicable as a group of the lowest insects. In the years that followed, their descendants emphasized the suffering they had endured over and over again, portraying themselves as victims, but never mentioned the crimes they committed.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Murong Fu's forehead. At the same time, the three-way swordsmanship is still too much for him now. But he couldn't control that much, and anger occupied everything in his heart.

Does high martial arts mean that human life is considered as trivial? What's wrong with ordinary people who go out to buy groceries? We are all human beings, so why can some people control the lives of others at will?

"Kill this butcher!"

A voice deep in his heart shouted desperately to Murong Fu.

The moment Ding Chunqiu's hand was cut off, Murong Fu felt an unprecedented pleasure. It seems that he is a god high in the clouds, judging the sins of the world with the sword in his hand.

But after all, he is too young and inexperienced. As soon as his blood surged, he couldn't care about anything else. He treated the invisible sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword as an ordinary iron rod to vent his inner anger, forgetting all the sword skills and sword moves. .

Originally, if his three sword techniques were used at the same time, it would be enough to completely block all Ding Chunqiu's escape routes. However, now he has completely lost his mind. It seems that the three sword techniques are coming menacingly, but in fact there is no order. Apart from cutting off half of Ding Chunqiu's hand with the first blow, there was no other major achievement, only a few bloody cuts on his body.

Ding Chunqiu saw this opportunity and took advantage of the gap to grab the body of a disciple on the ground with his intact right hand. The corpse was instantly tainted with the Xingxiu Sect's unique "Corrugated Corpse Poison". Ding Chunqiu immediately threw it towards Murong Fu.

The sudden change made Murong Fu's mind regain a little clarity. He no longer dared to hide away, fearing that this poisonous sentence would hurt more innocent people. So he used his true energy fiercely, and struck out with two palms, pushing the poisonous corpse back towards Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu wanted this result, and he had no intention of retaliating. He just took advantage of this gap, pointed his toes, used Xiaoyao School Qinggong, and fled quickly.

I don’t know if the protagonist’s mentality will lead to people calling her a virgin. But I think this is the truest psychology of an ordinary person.