After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Thinking of a possibility, Lin Mao was so frightened that his whole body went cold.

Coincidentally, during the burial, the Qiushui sword used by Lin Mao was also put into the coffin.And Lin Mao used this sword as a crutch to drag his frail body to the hot spring.At this time, the sword had another purpose. Lin Mao leaned against the water tremblingly, pulled out the Qiushui sword halfway, and by the moonlight, he saw the figure reflected on the smooth sword at a glance.

It was a very beautiful young man, with a face like a lotus, eyebrows like willow leaves, eyes full of black glass soaked in a cold spring, the corners of the eyes and the ends of the brows were all delicate and ruthless.Even such a terrified expression, falling on such a face, also reveals an indescribably charming spring feeling for no reason.However, apart from his soft and coquettish manner, there is still a youthful air on his face, which makes people want to cling to the rain-beating hibiscus-like beauty even more.

Such an appearance, if it is more beautiful, it will become vulgar, and if it is less charming, it will lose its style. In front of such a face, Ji Jiangxueqing probably couldn't help feeling ashamed,

"boom-"

The Qiushui sword suddenly landed on the stone pestle paper, and let out a continuous long moan.

"How...how could..."

It was as if something had shattered in his heart and soul.A large expanse of filthy, foul-smelling blood spurted out, staining his world scarlet.

【You monster——】

[It's all you, it's all you——]

【If it wasn't for you, how could they die?If it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for you...]

……

It seemed that countless people were crowding around him, scratching his soul, and asking stern and sharp questions.

However, Lin Mao knew that it was all his illusion.

The person who shouted those words died a long, long time ago.

"Calm down...Calm down!"

Lin Mao bit the tip of his tongue forcefully, and the warm blood with the smell of iron permeated his mouth, which calmed his shaking mind a little.

Although it was just a quick glance, Lin Mao would never mistake the face on Jian's body, it was clearly, clearly...his youthful appearance.

If there was anything that Lin Mao could do to Senior Brother Chang in his life, his face being poisoned would be one of them—the thing Chang Qing hated the most before his death was that people ruined Lin Mao's face with poison in his negligence.However, Lin Mao didn't dare to tell him that that person was really not very clever in his tricks back then, and Lin Mao had already guessed clearly what that person wanted to do before he did it.It's just that even so, he still pretended to be innocent, and honestly stepped into the trap of that person, and the person still used poison to melt his extremely beautiful and extremely harmful face into a person who is not a person. It looks like a ghost.

Lin Mao did it on purpose.

His face... that face really cannot be kept.

He was born too beautiful, his beauty was like a monster, and he was also born too charming, his charm was natural, and he had already caused countless disasters before he bloomed.Even if such a face is on a woman, it is definitely not a good thing, let alone he is still a man.

Lin Mao is well protected by his master and senior brothers, but he is definitely not that stupid and chaotic idiot.He looked at the more beautiful face in the mirror day by day, and became more frightened day by day.

In the end, a disaster happened that he could never let go of in his life!

After that incident happened, he made up his mind to use someone else's hands to destroy this face -- before today, he had never regretted this decision.

But now... now this nightmarish face actually returned to him?

Lin Mao was about to faint, and he suddenly realized that his weak inner breath might not be because of death and resurrection, but...but because his body had returned directly to his youth!

How could this be? !

He really didn't know what kind of bad luck he had, to encounter such a thing that cannot be explained by common sense.The bone-deep pain that the poison fell on his face back then seems to still remain in his body, and he can't help but cringe just thinking about it, and for many years later, the stench and pain of that festered cheek is even more unbearable to the extreme .After suffering so much, he managed to destroy such a catastrophic face. In the end, he just died once. When he woke up again, would he have to face the nightmare of many years ago again?

Lin Mao was sitting wet in the spring water. If he hadn't grown older and more experienced these years, he would have almost shed tears like this.

(No, this face cannot be kept.)

Lin Mao thought.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, picked up the Qiushui sword that fell on the ground and held it in his hand.

(Got to destroy this face——)

Lin Mao said to himself in his heart that the screams of those people back then, those tragedies he thought he had forgotten, were vividly revived in his heart after seeing the faces reflected by the blade of the sword.

Those long-dead ghosts crawled out of his heart, and the cries were still in his ears. Lin Mao's nerves, which were already on the verge of collapse, became more and more fragile.He couldn't even think about anything, he could only follow his instinct, tremblingly raised the sword and placed it next to his cheek.

Never allow this face to return to the world——

It was his only thought.

The blade of the Qiushui Sword landed on his delicate skin, and slowly, a thread of red seeped out from the junction between the skin and the cold blade.

Lin Mao only felt a slight pain on his cheek. He took a deep breath, and then he wanted to increase the sharp weapon in his hand, and then——

"Den-"

A stone shot out suddenly, knocking the sword in Lin Mao's hand to the ground.

"Hey——wait, don't be overthinking——"

A voice sounded eagerly.

Lin Mao's temple twitched, and he turned his head in shock to look in the direction of the sound.

A handsome young man rushed here from the dark with an anxious expression on his face, holding a few stones he picked up hastily from the ground in his hand.He was wearing an unremarkable soft armor. Under the leather armor was a squirrel-colored linen body. A palm-wide belt was tied around his waist. On his back was a black iron epee almost as tall as a person.

The epee looked like it could overwhelm a big man, but the young man looked very relaxed carrying it on his back.In just a few steps, he had already appeared in front of Lin Mao.

"This girl, if you have something to say, don't seek death so easily..."

The young man squatted down, and before Lin Mao could speak, he comforted him anxiously.

Lin Mao's face was pale. He stared at the sword on the young man's back, and instantly knew the identity of the person who came.

In today's martial arts world, the only person who can use this "big skillful" sword is Qiao Muyun, who has become the No.

And Lin Mao has been hiding from the world for a long time, the reason why he knows such a young man so well is also very simple.

Qiao Muyun's biological father was named Qiao Luohe.

Qiao Luohe was Lin Mao's deadly enemy back then.

And, Qiao Luohe was killed by Lin Mao himself with a sword piercing his heart with the Qiushui sword.