Zhuolu

The past is like a flash of light whizzing by in front of your eyes. If you know what happened in the past, you must be the soul of two lives.The intimacy of these days is actually all illusory, and it will disappear at the touch of a touch.

There was a blank moment in front of his eyes, Lin Xin was at a loss, and couldn't help thinking along with Shen Lou's question.Marquis of the deer, what did you bring to him?

Supreme authority, opportunity for revenge, and, hands full of blood.

In his previous life, he took Tungou from Emperor Yuan Shuo, and the first thing he did was to return to the Zhao family, kill the young master of the Zhao family, crush his soul, and take back the jade pendant left by his father.Weaving rope with blood-stained silk sash, braiding father's jade pendant and master's forehead pendant together, and hanging it around the neck.

Afterwards, he began to conquest Luli from various families, ceding land and cutting the nobles, Guan Xiyu Zhong's family was the most vicious, fully [-]% higher than others.

Years of high annual tributes made the Zhong family overwhelmed and it was difficult to survive. Zhong Changye couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to compete with Lin Xin in the sword competition arena.According to the rules of Dayong's world of cultivating immortals, two monks went to the sword competition stage to solve problems by means of martial arts, regardless of life or death, and they were not allowed to seek revenge.

Zhong Changye stood in the cold wind, his white wide-sleeved robe fluttering in the wind, "Lin Xin, you and your father are considered family friends, why are you targeting the Zhong family so much?"

"Hypocrite, why is this so, you should know best," Lin Xin pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and lunged across in front of him, the cold light of the blade reflected on his face, full of murderous intent, "I advise you not to talk nonsense, your The two useless sons are still waiting for your body to be collected."

"You little bastard who killed your master, today I will clean up your master's house alone!" Zhong Changye was furious, a vast sea of ​​spiritual power enveloped the entire stone platform, and the long sword came surging with the sound of dragons and tigers roaring.

Zhong Changye was a master-level master, with high spiritual power and exquisite swordsmanship, and was extremely difficult to deal with. Lin Xin fought very hard in that battle and almost lost his life.In the end, he had no choice but to pump his own soul power, "You killed my father! Killed my mother! Killed my master!"

The life-threatening blow directly cut Zhong Changye's throat, and blood gushed out of Zhong Changye's mouth. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make any sound.Lin Xin's eyes turned red, he grabbed the head and crushed his soul, "Ah—"

The soul turned into little fluorescent light, which drifted away in the palm of my hand.

He has avenged his master, he needs to tell Feng Zhong the news quickly!Leaving Mogui Mountain, he ran back to the imperial city with his sword.As soon as he entered the Meridian Gate, he met a monk who did not know what to do and came to seek revenge. He took the palm without looking at it, and kicked him to the ground.

"You don't know how to live or die!" Lin Xin sneered, holding the handle of Tungou's knife but did not draw out the knife, "Kill him!" With an order, the royal guards stepped forward and hacked the man to death.

Let go of the hand holding the knife, and enter the room swaggeringly. Wherever the Marquis of the Deer goes, everyone retreats.Countless sights of hatred or fear shot from all directions, but no one dared to step forward.

"Brother!" Lin Xin found Feng Zhong and walked over quickly.

Feng Zhong saluted politely, but Lin Xin threw himself into his arms unexpectedly.

"Hold me, don't let me fall." The hoarse voice was like the noise coming from the old bellows, not very clear.He didn't draw his sword just now, it wasn't because he held it up, but because his body was already at the end of its strength.The spiritual power was exhausted, and the soul power was weak, so he reluctantly took that palm and hurt his internal organs.

"Xinxin!" Feng Zhong, who had been estranged from him for a long time, couldn't pretend anymore, and firmly supported his body.

Lin Xin buried his face in his senior brother's chest, spit out a mouthful of unbearable blood into the heavily sealed prince's gown, grabbed his coat to cover it up, "Don't let anyone look at it."

He is the Marquis of the Deer, the Marquis of the Marquis who meets the gods and kills the gods. He must always straighten his back, and he must not hurt or fall.Before he fell into a coma, he heard Feng Zhong sigh softly, "Why do you need to be this deer marquis, what did this thing bring to you!"

The past, like a sand building collapsed, gradually dissipated.Lin Xin came back to his senses and straightened his back bit by bit. He was Lin Zhuxian who cut the deer, not Lin Zhuxian who would be hugged by Shen Qingque to comfort him.Looking up at Shen Lou, the deep blue eyes no longer had the pretended innocence of the past, a half-smile, with a bit of cold sarcasm, "So, you are also reborn?"

"Yes." Shen Lou frowned and looked at him.

"When did this happen?"

"Eight years ago."

"Hehe..." Lin Xin closed his eyes, trembling with anger.Eight years ago, that is to say, the first thing he saw after he was reborn was the original Shen Lou.Fortunately, he thought he could deceive people from the beginning, but in the end it was just an empty dream.

Shen Lou, whom he had known since childhood, might be kind to him, but the reborn Shen Lou would never like him, and only had a heartfelt loathing for him.After all, he touched Shen Lou's bottom line, he is a traitor.

In the previous life, after the death of Emperor Yuanshuo, the crown prince succeeded him by sealing Zhang, and he and Feng Zhong rebelled against each other.In the false, reckless, bloodthirsty title of the Marquis of the Lulu, there is another infidelity and injustice.Since then, the loyal and patriotic Shen family has completely opposed him.

Later, when Feng Chong died on the battlefield, he had nothing, so he tied his only obsession in this life - Shen Qingque, back to his fief Luqitai.

"Lin Bucheng, you lunatic!" Shen Lou was chained to the head of the bed, struggling desperately.

Lin Xin put his face on the warm chest, and smiled foolishly: "Shen Qingque, you hate me, hate is always longer than love."

Whether you hate it or hate it, the coquetry and foolishness these days are just a joke.

Lin Xin opened his eyes, bent down and picked up the hook, "It's hard for you to get so close to me these days, and I'm really sorry that you didn't become the loyal minister and general you hoped for."

He untied the small sword at his waist, stroked it twice in a subtle way, and threw it neatly at Shen Lou's feet, and said in a serious tone: "Since you are also born again, then we will each rely on our own abilities to see if you can protect him well." Stay with your precious Prince His Royal Highness!"

After all, turn around and leave.

Shen Lou was stunned for a moment, grabbed Lin Xin's wrist, and pulled him back, "Lin Xin, you dare to try!"

"Why, could it be that His Highness Xuanwang has become emotionally affected by me sleeping, and is reluctant to part with me?" Lin Xin let him hold his wrist indifferently, and leaned over with a smile, "To be honest, sleeping with you is the bliss I have tasted in my life. Even if we are our own masters, if you want to... um..."

Without saying a word, he bumped into Shen Lou's arms unexpectedly, and was held tightly by him, almost strangling into flesh and blood, "Lin Xin, how can you be so ruthless?"

The author has something to say:

Class question and answer:

This chapter mentioned a previous plot, I wonder if you still remember it?

What I want to say is that what you see from the attacking perspective and the receiving perspective is only a part or a very subjective thing, not real