My paper people are all Long Aotian

What makes Zhuangxi even more helpless is that the game prompt seems to be watching the excitement.

【Zeze pushed you down. 】

[Far away angry. 】

[Yuan picked up the stone at hand, jumped up and smashed it at Zeze's head. 】

[It hit Zeze's head from afar! 】

【Ze Ze is angry. 】

[Yuan and Zeze are facing each other, and they don't like each other. 】

[The two shot at the same time, fighting fiercely! 】

[The two fought on equal terms, and the fight became intense. 】

Xiaoxi's face turned black during the game, and he stood up, "Stop beating."

At this moment, how could the two of them listen to what he said.

【Yuan Yuan: "I'm going to kill this bastard."】

【Zeze: "An ordinary human being dares to beat this deity? I want to beat him to pieces!"]

Well, neither of them listened to what he said. Zhuang Xi looked at Xiaoxi's small body in the game, and was powerless in wanting to fight, thinking that he would be helpless.

Zhuang Xi put the optical brain flat on the table, stretched out both hands, held down the two villains in the game at the same time, and pulled them to the sides.

The two villains who were hitting the critical moment, stopped immediately, no matter how powerful they were, it was useless at this time, no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't move.

Zeze's leg came down from Yuanyuan's body, and Yuanyuan's hand fell from Zeze's neck. The two were separated and faced each other in the air.

【Zeze is so sad and angry that he can't wait to curse at the sky. 】

【Zeze: "The way of heaven! It's the way of heaven again!"】

【Zeze: "Heaven made me die, I managed to escape from death, and now they want to control me again! I hate it! I want to break the sky!"]

Zhuang Xi was at a loss, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Xiaoxi: "Are you still fighting?"

With a cold snort from a distance, Zeze was still gloomy, as if he wasn't roaring in his heart.

Xiaoxi: "If you stop beating me, I'll let you down."

Zeze's head turned to the direction of the creek accurately, as if shocked.

Yuan Yuan chuckled, expressing his disdain for Ze Ze, this person knew nothing about Zhuang Xi's power.

Zeze: "Who are you?"

Yuanyuan: "He is the sky."

Zeze fell silent again, and there was a trace of bewilderment on his gloomy face.

【Zeze: "It really is the way of heaven."】

【Zeze: "Only the way of heaven can make me so helpless."】

【Zeze: "But, he, the way of heaven?"】

【Zeze: "The way of heaven is such a soft, waxy person?"】

Zhuang Xi really wanted to post a post on the "Blue Town" forum. The title of the post was: "What should I do if my little man always thinks of strange things in his mind", or "There is a play in my little man's mind." , What should I do if I think I am an npc with its own background".

After the two villains quieted down, Zhuang Xi put them down, and only then did he have time to look at Zeze's data.

Mood value is 8, physical strength value is only 2 after fighting and struggling, and his health value is far lower than Zhuang Xi expected, only 1.

Seeing that he is obviously very powerful and energetic in fighting, how can his health value be so low.

Xiaoxi: "I am Xiaoxi, welcome to my town."

Zeze faced him with two bloody holes, silent, and looked scary, but Zhuang Xi was already immune, looking at him now was like looking at a child who wanted to pay attention.

He thought for a while, took out a handful of hemostatic grass from the game backpack, and walked to Zeze.

Zeze took a step back involuntarily. He is still in shock. If this person is Tiandao, who tortured him all his life, then he is definitely not his opponent. The fact that he was controlled to be motionless just now proves this.

However, the way of heaven is human?Still such a villain?

He is blind but not blind, he can still feel what kind of person is on the other side.

Xiaoxi: "Don't be afraid."

He walked up to Zeze and touched his face with his hand.

Zeze froze for a moment, desperately thinking how would he torture himself again?

From childhood to adulthood, he has been tormented over and over again. Every time he sees a little bit of light, he is immediately pushed into a deeper abyss.

The bloody past is vividly remembered.

At the same time, as soon as he met Zeze, Zhuang Xi received a game prompt.

[Trigger the background of Zeze's character, do you want to skip the plot? 】

【Yes】

【no】

Zhuang Xi was taken aback, this villain of his really has a character background?

Without hesitation, click [No], do not skip the plot.

After Zhuang Xi clicked, the game page turned into a small plot movie along with Zeze's memories.

There was no light in Zeze's empty eyes, and his gloomy face was empty and hopeless. No matter how bright the sun was, it could not leave any light or heat on his face.

When he was four or five years old, he lived in a cave as long as he could remember.

There is a village at the foot of the mountain, the mountain is too lonely, he often sneaks down, but the children in the village hate him, are afraid of him, and every time they see him, they throw stones at him.

At first he didn't know why, he thought that the children were playing with him and got blood all over his body, and the body would recover the next day after he went back, and he ran happily again.

After a few times, he gradually understood the children's words, and understood how terrifying their disgusted eyes were.

"He is an unknown monster!"

"Drive him away, don't come near our village!"

"Look at his eyes, they are so scary!"

He was beaten until his head was bleeding, and the blood on his head flowed into his eyes. The children ran away in fright. Some children ran and cried, "Quickly find the immortal to kill him."

He just thought that he didn't have to be alone, but was immediately beaten to the point of bleeding.

Since then, he has only watched furtively, been spotted occasionally, and still gets stoned.

He didn't mean anything else, he just wanted someone to talk to, and it would be uncomfortable to be alone.

Even if you can't blend in, it's good to look at others.

After finding that he could recover no matter how hard he was beaten, the children in the village hit him harder, and the adults in the village would beat him up when they were angry. By torturing him for fun, the strength and tricks of the adults were even more powerful than the children.

At first he was beaten by a child, but he stubbornly wanted to come down from the mountain. Later, after adults joined him, he gradually dared not come down. Those tortures made him afraid.

But he didn't expect that torturing people would be addictive, and when the adults in the village were frustrated, extremely angry and gloomy, they would run to the mountains to look for him.

Once, after he was hit so hard that he almost fainted, an old man helped him up and took him home.

The old man made him a bowl of hot porridge. It was the first time he ate something hot and felt warm.

Finally someone was willing to accompany him.

He does all the housework and farm work for the old man. The old man's family is poor, so he doesn't eat every meal. He doesn't care.

He thought he was finally waiting to accompany him, but he never touched his grandfather. One day he was pushed into the small room, locked up, and set a fire.

In the firelight, his wrinkled face smiled eeriely.

"Burn you to death, burn you to death! It's all you, and my son was killed by you!"

He wanted to struggle, but he was tightly restrained by his skinny and wrinkled hands. The old man he once felt warm would burn himself to death even if he died with him.

He thought that the warmth he had finally waited for was just the nourishment before death.

As long as the old man's time is running out, he will be dragged to hell.

At that moment, he felt something growing in his heart.

After he came out of the fire house, the villagers gathered together, shouting to burn him, the murderous monster.

The person in the front had a smirk on his face, and threw the torch in his hand at him. The knives he had scratched on his body before seemed to be starting to hurt now.

The torch was blocked by him fiercely, and it bounced back on himself. The fire spread, and the man was burned to death crying.

The villagers shouted and rushed forward. He did not know how many people were injured. Just when the villagers really realized his terror and were about to be scared away by him, two immortals fell from the sky.

The villagers yelled "immortal help" and ran behind the two men.

"Sure enough, there is a vision here." One of the people in white stared at him for a long time.

"Immortal, he is a monster, you see he killed a lot of people."

"The immortal must make him pay for his life!"

Standing there, he felt a wave of fear. He naturally knew that these two people were very powerful, especially the one in front. If they wanted to kill him, he might have to wait for death.

Unexpectedly, the man in white at the front said, "Will you come with me?"

He stared blankly at his white clothes, and let go of his tightly clenched hands, the blood and flesh from his nails dripping onto the dirty and torn clothes.

"Follow me to Hongyun Mountain and become a disciple of cultivating immortals."

The villagers cried, counted his evil deeds, and recommended their children, but the fairy never looked at those children he had envied, but only stared at him and asked, "Would you like it?"

He would, of course he would.

The black air rising in his body was suppressed by the white clothes. He was full of joy and excitedly wiped off the flesh and blood on his hands, thinking that he had finally come to a destination.

He can actually cultivate immortality, he will definitely work hard and dedicate his life to the sect and master.

But it never occurred to him that this was another hell, the beginning of the worst nightmare of his life.

The man in white did accept him, but later he realized that he was just a registered disciple, and he couldn't even enter his courtyard.

He has no one to guide him, he does chores every day, and he practices the lowest level of martial arts.

In this way, he was also satisfied, and those six months were the most stable days for him.

Later, for half a year, he failed to draw Qi into his body, and gradually became different.

At the beginning, the person who repelled and hated him because of his different pupils began to bully him secretly after seeing that the master ignored him, and he became Hong Yunshan's punching bag again.

Immortal cultivators are more powerful and terrifying than ordinary people, and their methods are more cruel.

After the master turned a blind eye, they intensified their efforts. There was no good meat on him.

This is not over, two years later, he was dedicated by his master to an elder who was obsessed with alchemy, told the elder of his powerful self-healing ability, and exchanged for a top-grade magic weapon.

As if he had found a treasure, the elder smiled and cut off a piece of flesh from his body, sniffing it obsessively, and then put it into the alchemy furnace.

On the first day he was cut three pieces of flesh.

The flesh on his body grew back the next day.

On the third day, the elder intensified his efforts and cut off five pieces of meat.

When the elder didn't practice the elixir, he had to worry about whether the uncertain elder would throw the alchemy furnace on him every day.

The elder finally discovered that not only the flesh, but his blood is the key. After he practiced the elixir, he needed more flesh and blood. The most ruthless time, the person tied to the pillar looked like a blood man from a distance .

He became the world's top alchemist by virtue of this elixir of white bones, and countless strong people came to ask for the elixir.

They eat their own flesh and blood.

He watched the elder become famous all over the world, and watched the seriously injured person recover from taking the elixir. His eyes were reddened by hatred. Finally, when the elder was about to goug his eyes, he awakened his blood.

Holding the elder's hand bloody, he walked out of the place where he had been imprisoned for five years.

Everyone on Hongyun Mountain who had bullied him had their hands pulled out and their spiritual roots taken away.

Everyone in the village who cut his skin had his fingers cut off and his legs crushed.

He fell into the magic way with more than 1000 hands.

Since the world says he is a monster, then he will be a monster.

There is no light, no hypocrisy, no morality in the magic way, only the strong are respected, and he finally reached the top here with his ruthlessness and brutality.

He abandoned the light and stood at the highest end. What he loves most is to tease the mighty immortal cultivators, watching them go from aloof to beggars, flattering worse than dogs in the magic palace.

He thought that was the end of it, no one could do anything to him, he was violent but free to spend his whole life in darkness, who knew it wasn't over yet.

He failed when he ascended through the tribulation, he didn't know if it was God's will, or the plan of those monks who tried their best.

The elder laughed ferociously in front of him back then: "A monster like you is born not to be liked by the Heavenly Dao, and you are destined to be rejected by the Heavenly Dao. How can the Heavenly Dao allow you to ascend hahahaha!"

"Gouging out his eyes, all his cultivation and his powerful self-healing ability are in his eyes."

He couldn't hear the back and just wanted to laugh.

He was not pleased by the Dao of Heaven all his life.

What can he do if he struggles again? For a person who is walking on the road of self-cultivation, this is doomed to a lifetime of tragedy.

And now, if the way of heaven is human, what will he do to himself now.

Zeze stood there stiffly, if he had eyes, they would be tightly closed by now.

Tired, powerless, desperate.

That hand touched his face, skin to skin, gently wiped away the blood under his eyes little by little.

Zeze trembled violently.