The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

Xiao Wutong knew that he would return to Lancang Continent one day.

He was born in Lancang Continent, grew up in Lancang Continent, and was destroyed in Lancang Continent. This continent carried all his life in less than 20 years.

He will come back here eventually.

The corpses in the Tianjianmen have disappeared, and the weeds and spirit beasts have spread all over the once prosperous Jianxiu sect.

Apparently no one has been here for a long time, the only difference when leaving with Xiao Wutong is that all the valuable things in this palace have disappeared.

Not surprisingly.

When he degenerated into a demon, he had already swallowed up all the spiritual veins within a hundred li radius. The place polluted by the demon energy might have once been the treasured land of geomantic omen in Xianxiu's heart, but now it is just a dilapidated place.

Moxiu walked out silently from behind him, and stood one by one on the square of the main peak of Tianjianmen. Xiao Wutong stood on the main hall, and the gate was opened, allowing him to easily see the outside scene.

He remembered that not long after he first came here, the head of the sect accepted a closed disciple.

That was a happy event for the entire Heavenly Sword Sect. Unlike his second disciple who was entrusted by his parents to become the head of the sect, his younger brother was a talented swordsman.

He is also the head disciple that Tianjianmen really needs.

During the apprentice acceptance ceremony, the senior brother, the sect master, and the junior junior stood on the hall. They stood tall on the high platform, like a real family, receiving the admiration of thousands of people.

But he is not here.

With no talent, he was not allowed to stand in the same place as his master, brother, and brother. He could only stand on the square outside the hall with all the ordinary disciples, watching from a distance.

What was he thinking then?

Annoyed that you have not been able to become the focus of everyone's attention?

No.

That was just words of comfort.

He was just thinking, why can't he stand with the master even though he is also a disciple of the master?

I really thought about it for a long time.

But now I understand.

How could it be an apprentice?

From beginning to end, he was not needed by anyone.

Demonic cultivators covered the entire ruins of Tianjian Gate in darkness, and now Xiao Wutong was finally able to stand on the high platform that he had looked up to countless times when he was here, and give orders.

"Attack, start!"

The dark crowd dispersed like locusts, rushing to every place where monks existed in Lancang Continent.

They will devour the cultivators.

Present the fruits of victory to their lord.

Maybe an hour, maybe two hours.

In short, in a short time, the boy will get everything he wants.

The smile on his lips became brighter and brighter, like the sun hanging high in the sky, too dazzling to look directly at.

Regret?

The person who had tried everything to protect died tragically at his hands.

Regret?

The land that has given all protection, because of his life.

Of course I don't regret it.

Why regret it.

Isn't this just a karmic cycle, isn't retribution uncomfortable?

The boy's smile grew brighter.

He happily sang, singing the songs he learned from Yinxiu.

That used to be the most widely circulated song in the Lancang Continent. It was a song he had heard since he was a child, and it was a song his mother sang to his children in the middle of the night.

The peaceful and peaceful tune will eventually spread throughout the Lancang Continent, covering all the noise.

Whether it's a sword strike, a spell collision, or a sharp knife entering the body, howling before death.

No matter what, it will be covered by this beautiful singing.

Because this voice is really too perfect, I can't pick out any flaws, listening to it, as if I have become a baby in swaddling, and then my mind falls into endless darkness.

Come on, listen to the music.

Listen to my song, you will never betray.

The young man was smiling like the King of Yama.

The young man sang like a lark.

The man lying on the ground remained silent.

I don't know how long time has passed, and no matter how long it has passed, there will be no change here.

In the space built by young people, even the lights are immortal, not to mention other things.

But men are always changing.

Those painful gasps gradually became inaudible, and even normal breathing became weaker and weaker.

The door creaked open.

The little boy walked in quietly carrying the food box.

He stood at the door and called out in a dull voice, "Lunch."

The people on the ground finally moved.

The pale fingers twitched, and a half-voice came out of the lips, and it was quickly swallowed again.

Qi Chen managed to open his eyes.

The ice-cold permeates every part of the body, even if the mind is already clear, it is difficult to direct the limbs.

He had to stay on the ground for a while, and waited until he was able to move a little before propping up his body and looking in the direction of the door.

The food delivery boy was still standing there, holding the food box, staring straight ahead, like a puppet.

"come in."

Qi Chen coughed and ordered.

The boy moved again.

It mechanically walked to the only table in the room and put down the food box.

It really isn't personal.

It's just a puppet, a very clever and realistic puppet.

Qi Chen propped himself up and sat on the chair, his body went limp, and his mind couldn't function anymore.

Just staring at the little boy.

Suddenly sighed.

The little boy started to set the dishes.

Plates of dishes were fried indiscriminately, without any heat, and the cold fat stuck to the vegetable leaves, which was disgustingly greasy.

This is not a fresh meal.

Maybe two days ago?three days ago?It was made hastily, stuffed into a storage ring or something like that, and then handed over to the puppet.

It's just food delivery.

The exquisite dishes were placed on the table, and the little boy stood aside without saying a word, with his head lowered.

Mere meals.

I would rather spend thousands of times of energy to be a puppet that can only deliver cold meals.

I also don't want to find a loyal subordinate to deliver hot dishes.

Is it his punishment?

No.

This is by no means punishment.

It's just for protection.

Maybe it's because the demons are fickle, maybe it's because the war is severe, maybe it's because there are still remnants of the Nine Demon Lords in the outside world, maybe it's...

Xu is because of all the people who have been treated with sincerity, a not bad betrayal.

Humans are creatures of lies.

Instead of trusting humans, trust puppets.

Voila.

How easily trust is destroyed.

Qi Chen picked up the chopsticks, picked up the cold dish without saying a word, and put it into his mouth along with the cold rice.

Chew, swallow.

How big is the difference between magic cultivator and immortal cultivator?

Cultivators based on killing are naturally more suitable for killing. When they receive orders to kill, they can also execute them.

The immortal cultivators never thought that the consequences of their betrayal would appear so quickly.

When the malicious and murderous evil energy cut off the bodies around them, they woke up from the comfortable environment and exclaimed loudly what happened.

What happened?

It's just a demonic invasion.

Moxiu, who was more powerful and united than last time, faced Xianxiu, who lacked a leader than last time.

Lancang Continent was gradually infiltrated by crazy demon cultivators, and the immortal cultivators went from being startled, to resisting, to despairing.

Can't stop it!

These magic repairs are too powerful!

So they began to miss it, if only Xiao Wutong was still there, if leader Xiao was still there, no matter how many demon cultivators he would try to drive away.

Then he began to resent the companion who drove away Xiao Wutong.

Really short-sighted, no IQ.

While blaming each other, they passively resist.

Xianxiu was defeated.

Like mice, they were searched out from all the dark corners by Moxiu and forced together.

Finally formed a huge battlefield.

It is also the final battlefield.

Xiao Wutong got the news.

He walked out of the icy hall of Tianjian Gate and came to the center of the battlefield.

The sky was gloomy, unlike last time.

The last crucial battle where he led Xianxiu to repel Moxiu, the sky was very clear, and he stood in front of everyone, majestic like a warrior.

But this time the sky was covered with dark clouds, and he was surrounded by demons dressed in black in the center, like a king.

The king is high above, overlooking all living beings.

The entire Lancang Continent is struggling under his feet.

No matter what you want to achieve, what position you want to reach.

At this moment, all monks are the same.

want to live.

They lowered their tall heads, and their once disdainful and proud faces were only cowardly and fearful.

As long as you can survive, you can do anything.

Xiao Wutong laughed.

This is the person he has given everything for!

This is the reason that supports him, no matter how difficult, how painful, how much he wants to escape, he restrains himself from taking responsibility that does not belong to him!

Why!

Why treat each other with sincerity in exchange for indifference and abandonment!

He shouldn't be asked to taste this pain alone!

"Integrity, enthusiasm, kindness, bravery..." He smiled, his voice was clear and lovely, echoing in this noisy battlefield, "Daddy and mother taught Wutong a lot of useless things."

"These things killed them, and almost killed Wutong."

"Fortunately, Wutong woke up in time~"

"Indus learned something new from you again!"

"Cutting with knives, roasting with fire, flogging, beating with sticks, breaking vertebrae, pouring lead, pumping intestines, playing the pipa... Oh! There are too many! There are too many phoenix trees to count!"

"But Wutong can't forget everyone's teachings!"

He tilted his head, his voice was sweeter than honey, and his eyes were as bright as the sun.

"So we must repay everyone!"

"What do you think of Wutong's learning~"

The silver bell-like laughter seemed to reverberate throughout the world. The demon cultivators approached with grinning grins, and the "teachers" responded with screams and begging for mercy.

That's really saying "learn well".

Right?

Qi Chen's heart beat like thunder.

The bowls and chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground, and the cold food splashed the vegetable soup everywhere.

His dilapidated body seemed to be supported by some kind of divine power, and he tried his best to stand up straight.

Indus... Indus...

Something must have happened to Wutong...

Is he sad?

Is he hurt?

Is he calling for help?

good.

where are you?

Tell the senior brother, okay?

Don't panic.

Brother is here to find you.

The man supported the table and the wall, no matter what it was, as long as it could support him to move forward, it was his crutch.

But he walked faster and faster.

The rickety body gradually stretched, and the staggering steps gradually stabilized.

He can even run, and he can feel the long-lost spiritual power re-entering his body.

The puppet boy stood in the corner of the room as usual, he grabbed the boy, and the spiritual power was transmitted to him in an instant.

click click.

The puppet boy's eyes rolled around, and it immediately became the object in Qi Chen's hands.

"Let's go out and find Wutong."

Qi Chen said.

He is tall and straight, with extraordinary aura.

As if returning to the light.