Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

Pain, weakness.

"Where did the little beggar come from! Courting death!"

"How do you know, senior, what have I experienced?"

Everything is illusory, like the different worlds he once wrote.

But, either the alcohol is too strong, or the drowsiness is heavy. Before they knew it, the two fell asleep.

And he can only go on according to the established path.

In the end, his eyes were fixed on the helpless and frightened tearful eyes of the girl, and his first life had come to an end.

In the second life, Ling Xiao became a swordsman.

"Yes, this is the world."

Ling Xiao turned around and looked at the pale girl with a trembling body, frowning tightly.

He searched frantically, and finally saw that familiar figure in the city's slave market.

Ling Xiao looked up at the blue sky on the Dharma field, shook his head and smiled bitterly, I reflect the bright moon with my loyalty, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch.

And above the sky, there are still ancient and majestic battleships descending.

Ling Xiao walked to the cage and suddenly grinned.

Ling Xiao had not experienced this feeling for a long time.

"What do you want to say?"

This is a test. If you give up easily, maybe the inheritance of the emperor will miss him.

even! !

But at this moment, his inner emotions were out of his control at all.

With Ling Xiao's temperament, there shouldn't be a trace of guilt towards this unrelated girl.

Soon, many evil slaves with sharp weapons surrounded him and beat him wantonly.

"You are very good. I am very pleased that the Xuanyuan family can have a younger generation like you, but...the devilish nature in you is destined to be impossible for you to become my inheritor, go back."

Ling Xiao nodded lightly and turned to look at the middle-aged man in white beside him.

In the end, his soul consciousness jumped out of the shackles and came to an ancient battlefield.

The hard work of the past is gone.

"Senior seals the heavens, and the merits have reached the ancient sage, but today's Xuanyuan family has been exiled into the wilderness. All beings respect immortals, but immortals regard all beings as ants. Is this what the seniors want... the general trend of the human race?"

The emperor, who originally trusted him, gradually showed annoyance, and by chance, he complained after drinking and was sued by someone to the front of the palace.

"Suffering everywhere, unwilling everywhere."

At this time, he seemed to have forgotten all the previous experiences, and all he was thinking about was a dream of dominating the arena.

The little sweet potato is missing.

"I'll take you back."

It was as if fate had already been fixed.

But at this time, this sense of helplessness made him feel a trace of belonging for the first time.

During this period, Ling Xiao also tried to use the practice methods and alchemy techniques he remembered to change his fate, but it didn't work at all.

But, in any case, he has always maintained a clear and lucid, not caught in this causal reincarnation.

At the critical moment, Ara Yamanaka suddenly came over to a middle-aged man, dressed in white, with a handsome appearance.

Only the figure in white, sealed the sky with blood, achieved the uniqueness of the ancient times.

Since he has traveled to this point, he has possessed an identity, background, and talent above ten thousand people.

When the words fell, the Emperor Xuanyuan turned around and wanted to leave.

The two of them each held a pot of sake and drank to the moon, chatting about various anecdotes during the year.

Therefore, to Ling Xiao, he is not actually a threat.

However, today's Human Sovereign only exists in the hearts of all spirits by the power of faith, not the powerhouse that sealed the sky in ancient times.

Ling Xiao threw his fists desperately, smashing the shackles on the cage, which soon attracted many angry eyes.

"I'm not interested in what you've experienced, but...you can't protect the people like this."

Blood is everywhere, and the corpses form mountains, like a purgatory on earth.

If he is not careful, he may fall into this kind of reincarnation, and it will be difficult to break free.

Therefore, he is unscrupulous and has no worries, because in the end, all the plots will come to reality.

In the third generation, Ling Xiao lived in a temple and held a high position.

For nine consecutive lives, Ling Xiao has seen the world's great evil, great illness and suffering.

From the very beginning, he knew that this trial was not a test of his talent, but his state of mind.

It was as if, in her world, he was the whole of life.

Originally, Ling Xiao planned to end this illusion as soon as possible, but at this moment, he suddenly hesitated.

In an instant, the sky was stained with blood, ten thousand Taos were wiped out, and the world seemed to be reopened.

It's just that he has an honest character and has offended many dignitaries.

He raised his head to look at the sky, his blood and energy were like raging waves, running incessantly.

Ling Xiao smiled, as expected of the Holy Emperor of the human race, even if he was carrying a treasure and carefully concealed the true body of the demon, he was still aware of the clue.

Then, he stepped forward, facing the countless immortals that descended.

Walking with him was a lame young man with a peach wood sword on his back.

He could feel the trace of dependence in the girl's eyes looking at him.

In a turbulent year, the two traveled to many places, saw many decent and filthy faces, and finally separated on a barren mountain.

It's just that this river and lake is like a Vanity Fair, and martial artists with no background like them can't make a name for themselves.

Experiencing despair, Ming White Zetsu looks at it, and... break free from despair.

Until one day, Ling Xiao returned to the ruined temple where the two brothers and sisters temporarily lived outside the city, but saw some bloodline sprinkled on the ground, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

And he, bound by the divine power of the Emperor, was forced to accept this emotion.

"elder brother."

At this time, Ling Xiao could no longer feel the pain, only endless... unwillingness.

"If you can't even protect yourself, how can you talk about the common people? Seniors know that today's human race has long been reduced to immortal race lackeys, losing their dignity and blood and bones. Could it be that the successor that the seniors are looking for is just a cowardly, no murderous one? puppet?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, his eyes bright.

Just when Ling Xiao's eyes were swaying, a low and gentle voice suddenly came from beside him.

In this way, we will understand what is... the human world.

In his eyes, this world is like a game copy, full of levels and NPCs.

Instead, he is generous, and although he is not the most beautiful in the world, he is also beautiful and lovely.

It's been ten years since the two saw each other again. They looked at each other for a while and smiled at each other. They were ordinary like grains of sand.

Also experienced the deepest family, friendship, love, unforgettable.

"See, this is the human world."

Suddenly, Ling Xiao realized that the little sweet potato had grown up and was no longer the sallow-faced, scrawny little girl from before.

Since then, there have been two less swordsmen in this arena, a lame teacher, and a mediocre hunter.

And the footsteps of Emperor Xuanyuan finally stopped in place, and turned to look at the young man in front of him.

Ling Xiao understood that the pain he felt was what this character should have felt.

Extinct!

I saw there, countless tall and strange creatures, slaughtering the human race at will.

In the following years, Ling Xiao has been living with the girl, and learned that their parents died early, and they have been living on the streets since they were very young.

Seeing suffering, I know that I am unwilling.

Her name is Little Sweet Potato, the name Ling Xiao gave her.