The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

The photo penetrated his heart, and the dream was over.

He woke up in another long dream.

The eyes are dark red, the evil spirits of resentment that cover the sky and the sun, and the magma that is as hot as the fire of hell.

world?demon?It doesn't matter.

He forgot why he was here, and who he was.

Just remember, 300 years ago, a sword killed him and took away his heart. He wanted to find that sword to bring his heart back to life.

In this dream, he is an ignorant and invisible demon, who feeds on the sins and evil karma born in the world to take revenge on the ghosts in the world.

In the burning flames of the Sword Forging Pond, he smelled the familiar smell of blood and saw the girl who was buried in the sea of ​​flames.

"Want revenge? I can let you live for another year."

He was lazy and contemptuous, looking evilly and tenderly at the remnant soul that awakened him, and came to the world again with her life.

This time, his name is Lin Youhuang.

At that time, he didn't have his own mind and soul, just a group of ghosts born from the evil thoughts of people.

In Qilin Villa, this ghost is attached to the beauty fan made of the girl's bone skin, and it follows Lin Zhaoyue who has come back from the dead.

Look at this gentleman with flawless jade and bright wind and moon, tortured by the most evil in the world, struggling between his obsession and his original heart, waiting for him to succumb and degenerate one day, and turn into a new evil karma that nourishes the devil.

He waited carelessly, and one day, he was awakened by an ethereal sound of the piano.

After ignorantly waking up and opening my eyes, I saw a pair of cold and ethereal eyes, like a clear mirror lake at the junction of snow and sky.

The sound of the piano is like the emperor's liquid that attunes the essence.

From the moment she heard and saw, You Mei suddenly had her own consciousness, and began to gather her own human form little by little.

But at that time, he didn't know what the person in front of him meant to him. He just followed Lin Zhaoyue and listened to the piano for ten days quietly. It was so comfortable and he liked it very much.

However, that person left.

Lin Zhaoyue said that that person was an alchemist.

Alchemists, all he knew, were people who were destined to kill demons like him.

He was still doing Lin Youhuang who had crawled back from the karmic flames of hell, and Qiushui had just killed his fiancé Yan Shuangfei with his own hands in the clear sky like the moon.The living dead he created by himself cleaned the entire manor under his orders.

Revenge itself is a very pleasant thing, but at that time he was in a bad mood.

He himself doesn't know why it's not good, sin and killing can't make him feel happy, as if someone has ripped out his heart, and the wind grinds the hole in his chest inch by inch.

At that moment, I suddenly felt something, and when I raised my eyes, I saw that person walking towards him across the Shuixie Yaotai in the courtyard.

It seems that the whole world is slightly brightened and colored.

The Crane Immortal asked him: "If you are He Jiu, I am the phantom. Why did you only show up after I have been in this world for 200 years?"

He didn't know, but now he does.

Because in these 200 years, there was no Gu Jinxiao.

There is no emperor ointment that can change his form.

It was because of that person that he was transformed into a human form from a phantom condensed by a mass of evil thoughts.

Every encounter, every acquaintance, every meeting, made him wake up a little bit.

In the Xiyuan of Qilin Villa, he blindfolded that person, with a seemingly indistinct evil spirit of contempt, and asked seductively: "Who am I?"

Hearing a quiet and peaceful voice, calm and gentle: "Look, the ink is dripping on the paper, help me get a new paper."

Like the spring snow when the flowers are blooming, it is sweet and cool when it falls on the face.

It sounds cold, without warmth, but it makes people nostalgic.

The man looked back at him, with bottomless tranquility in his cold and clean eyes, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

What is my name?

He didn't know anything, just looking at those eyes, he felt his soul trembling slightly, which made him at a loss, like trekking out of the Nine Nether Wasteland, awed by the beauty of the holy land that the world knows nothing about.

Countless words condensed in my heart and throat, but I couldn't say a single word.

He didn't know what it was.

In vain, I could only say something blankly, this person is, so beautiful.

In this ignorant and dazed absence, he saw a corner of the long and narrow skylight in the Buddhist temple where he was imprisoned 300 years ago.

I forgot that I was waiting for someone to come back to find him, I forgot that I was listening to the sound of the crane's wings, I only remembered the bell that beat the evil, the sound of the chime stone that the gods in the world listened to, it was ethereal and lonely.

"It's okay if it's inconvenient. Your young master lives in the west, so remember not to go wrong next time."

... "My name is Gu Jinxiao, what's your name?"

"I'm not angry. It doesn't matter if I can't remember it. It's the same if you tell me next time we meet."

... "I'll come back to you." "Really?"

...The next time we meet, he will definitely choose a name for himself, a name that this person can remember, a name that makes him smile when he thinks of him.

"Zhong Qing, my name is Qing."

"Drums, zithers, zithers, sheng and chime sound the same, good name." The man said, writing the word on the paper with pen and ink.

The human being played the voice asking the gods in the sky to listen, and his gods finally heard it.

Under the plane tree, Mo Mei Zhong Qing and his Gu Jin depended on each other.

"I know you like this deity, even if this deity loses memory and forgets you, I still come to this deity. Suddenly, my heart beats very fast, and my heart is like fireworks all over the sky. I thought I was not a human being. I was alone, with nowhere to go and nowhere to go. It doesn't matter where I am. But if there are people in the world who remember me and love me, I will lose my composure like an ordinary person."

The wishful self-deception at that time turned out to be true.

Even if he forgot, that person still came back to look for him.

However, Lin Youhuang was the first person he met, but that person walked towards He Jiuqing who was as perfect as a fairy.

Could it be that He Jiu in Gu Jinxiao's eyes is a beautiful fairy like He Jiuqing, and not the devil Zhong Qing?

But what was He Jiu like 300 years ago?

The dream was like an undercurrent of sea water sweeping upside down, Zhong Qing once again returned to the moment when he was defeated by his own sword soldiers.

Back to when they met, back to the wilderness under the Nine Netherworld, back to the dreamland of his childhood.

In the dream, he was still a baby.

The one who begot him cast him in the wilderness, speaking a curse of hatred.

He didn't cry, and the wolves seemed to dare not eat him because they were afraid of the existence of this natural sin.

The mortician adopted him, fancying his sinful fate, and wanted to turn him into a half-human, half-ghost thing, but he killed him instead.

He took the money from the mortician to go to the private school at the bottom of the mountain to learn how to read, and the old teacher was very strict.

Children know best that children without parents can be bullied at will.His books are always trampled dirty and thrown away, and he has to search everywhere, and his clothes are either footprints or muddy water.Those who did this went to the old man to complain first, so he had to be punished every day.

One day, a few arrogant little girls spit around him again, and let the slaves beat and kick him for passing by to collect firewood.A boy from a classmate pushed him to the ground and forced him to crawl like a dog.At dusk he woke up with a fever and struggled to go out...

On the second day, I heard that the two most domineering boys in the private school asked a girl to trick several little girls out. Somehow, one of them was pushed into the water and drowned.Out of fear, they simply set fire to the private school...

The old man was finally executed in private by the village.

Only that day did he know that the tallest and most ruthless classmate was the old man of this old gentleman.

He quietly looked at the fire in the distance, who said that he was born with a sinful body, it is clear that the human heart in the world is worse than him.

People in the village felt a little guilty after doing such a thing. They always felt that there was a ghostly spirit everywhere, so they invited a famous Taoist priest nearby to save the dead.

A Taoist priest saw him in the crowd and asked him if he would follow him to cultivate immortality.

He then went to the Taoist temple.

One day, the master asked him to go to the room, looked at his face with dim eyes, and said that you are so beautiful.

He bent his silver-gray eyes and smiled...

The next day, when the master dissected the immortal body, he took the certificate and visited famous mountains and rivers, looking for immortals.

Some are fame seekers, and some are truly capable masters of concealment. He always has a way to learn what he wants and master it at the fastest speed.One day, he found that no one he met could teach him.

The last master said that the human heart is the best place to practice.So, it's time to go to the world for a while.

What is there to practice in the human heart?It's just better than anyone else, can it be worse than his natural sinful fate?

At this time, fifty years of spring and autumn have passed in the human world, and it is in troubled times.

He obtained his fame very easily, but he was nothing more than an official. He watched a group of smart people upend the dynasty with cold eyes, and they themselves became ghosts under the sword of chaos.

He went to join the army again, and the business of killing people was the most straightforward.Step by step, he was promoted until there was no promotion, he cut down the incompetent general who withheld his salary and sent his soldiers to die, and raised his flag to stand on his own.

Picking a map he likes and entering the palace all the way, the dragon chair is nothing more than that.

Standing in that position, one can really see all the greed and ugliness of people's hearts, no matter how clear the exquisite heart is, it will be covered with dust and blackened.

He killed many people, and more people filled the places in the court.

The country is prosperous, the national treasury is full, and the emperor's enjoyment is only one meal and one clothing.

He suddenly discovered that the emperor was just a coolie who worked hard for these courtiers, or a long-term worker who was stared at as a cub and had to work hard for generations. It was really boring.

He likes wine, but rarely gets drunk.

Only once in a drunk world, I met a person.

……

Ding dong.

The water droplets shattered the calm lake surface, and the layers of ripples were calmed down, making it impossible to distinguish the world below and above the water surface.

The blindfolded white gauze of the fairy in white slowly fell off, revealing a pair of silver-gray pupils, a face neither happy nor sad, indifferent and detached.

The charm of the red clothes and ink clothes is like a black robe splashed with cinnabar, and the red pupils and peach blossom eyes are cold and cold, with a smile that is not a smile, contemptuous and sharp.

Zhong Qing frowned slightly, and murmured: "I also remember He Jiu's past."

He Jiuqing looked at him quietly, and said softly: "Your memory is different from mine, I didn't kill them."

Zhong Qing suddenly laughed happily, his eyes were like moonlight and soft peach petals, but his voice was indifferent: "Do you want me to praise you as a lotus flower that is not stained by mud? You are worthy of being a crane fairy, but I am a demon, and I have never been a good person .”

"If to be a good person is to be trampled on by others unscrupulously, and you have to bind your hands and not be able to retaliate, then I would rather be a reckless and sinful demon, at least to have fun."

"Are you really He Jiu? Will there be someone in this world who has been bullied and climbed out of the rotten swamp mud step by step, but is spotless and full of brilliance?"

"I do not believe."

The red-eyed Mo Mei smiled, but there was no light in his eyes: "You obviously did nothing wrong, but you were born with sins. No matter where you go, everything you see is darkness in the world. Why are people so bad?"

"Do you remember? The first time I was expelled from the mountain gate, because He Jiu talked about his childhood experience, lamenting that people's hearts were in danger, and their Dao heart was weak. The viciousness must have been deliberately fabricated by He Jiu to please the public. Anyone who harbors such malice towards the childish Mengtong is not a good person and cannot be a friend."

"One cut off the relationship, and the other played with the immortal master. Those two are naturally immortal, among the immortals, and those who were rejected by them, even if there is no reason, others will follow suit."

He Jiuqing's jaws were lowered, his silver-gray eyes were clear and clear: "Remember. The moon is barking in the sky, and the yellow dog is lying in a flower's heart. Those two people have limited experience, so it's not a big mistake. Although they are disappointed, they are not like-minded people. "

Zhong Qing's eyes were cold: "In my memory, before I went down the mountain, I took them away so that they could experience it for themselves. After all, I am a person with bad conduct and a bad heart."

"And on that snowy night, the little girl should not be very old. She is not yet 13 years old. I still don't know why she just came back and beat and kicked a seven or eight-year-old child. Pause. He Jiu almost died that night. What did you do?"

He Jiuqing paused: "The last half of the steamed bun fell into the snow, and it was dark and I couldn't see it. It took me a while to find it."

Zhong Qing sneered: "I'm really hopeless, did I finish eating while crying?"

He Jiuqing pursed his lips and smiled: "Ah, I was a little sad at that time. However, if you want to live, you can't cry, for fear of waking up the owner of the eaves. If you are kicked out, you won't be able to survive the night."

"Guess what I did? I got up, followed her home, and lit a fire." Zhong Qing's eyes were cold, and she said with a smile, "It's very warm."

"Tell me, was He Jiu worse than me in his previous life? Otherwise, why was he the only one who encountered these things? Not only would others not believe him, but they would also say that he was a crooked liar?"

He Jiuqing was stunned: "He is just a microcosm of the unfortunate people in the world, maybe even more unlucky. That's why he wants to be a good person and change everything."

Zhong Qing sneered: "At the age of 17, He Jiu rescued a group of officials and family members from a group of bandits. In order to protect the reputation of those people, they killed those who knew about it. They thanked him and gave him water. On the way, he barely escaped in a bullock cart. The villager took all the money and deliberately took him to a mountain forest opposite to the medical center. It rained heavily that day, and the road was difficult. , either be poisoned or fall to death. Is it interesting to be a good person?"