Abducted an NPC to practice cultivation

Song Quanzhe thought for a few days, and felt that escaping was not an option, so he thought hard.

Suddenly, his heart brightened, and he happily ran towards his hometown where he had lived for tens of thousands of years but hadn't returned for a long time.

There is the predecessor of Huanju!

Since Huanju fell from that tree, isn't the other place on that tree also the Ten Thousand Years Lightning Strike Tree?

What a wit he is!

However, when he happily hugged the Lei Jianmu to find the woman, what he heard was the news that the woman had failed to cross the tribulation.

Someone wondered, "Didn't she get a ten thousand year lightning strike wood, why did she fail?"

Someone replied to him in a friendly voice: "Maybe the lightning strike wood is fake."

Some people also said: "That's the result of her forcibly crossing the catastrophe. It has nothing to do with the lightning hitting the tree."

Someone next to him echoed: "That's right, did anyone succeed in crossing the tribulation without looking at that!"

As a result, a group of people who expressed their opinions started a discussion on the reasons why the woman failed to cross the catastrophe.

Song Quanzhe's head was buzzing, and he didn't hear anything clearly. He ignored many key points, and only remembered that sentence—maybe the thunderbolt wood is fake.

So, it was Huanju who gave the fake lightning strike wood and killed Li Lian?

His heart was in a mess, but without thinking about it, he rushed home with the most burning anger in his heart.

"Back? Hungry? Me,"

Song Quanzhe interrupted Huanju, and blurted out without thinking: "You killed Li Lian!"

An affirmative answer, an angry tone, and fierce eyes.

Seeing this, Huanju's pupils shrank suddenly, his fingertips pierced deeply into his palm, and he finally tasted the feeling of heartbreak.

It hurts!

He had just heard about the woman and heard some gossip, but he thought... that Song Quanzhe, whom he had doted on for so many years, would ask rationally even if he got angry again, and would not follow others' opinions and jump to conclusions hastily.

How long has he known Song Quanzhe?How long has the woman known Song Quanzhe?

However, he never expected that the answer he was waiting for would make him feel like he was in an ice cave.

At this moment he understood, he was still in the same place, but Song Quanzhe had gone far away and couldn't find the way back.

He sighed, didn't refute, just asked: "What do you want to say?"

Song Quanzhe, who was waiting for his explanation, was taken aback when he heard the words, stared at his calm eyebrows, couldn't help but become more angry, and pointed at the door, "Go, I don't want to see you again!"

After finishing speaking, he saw Huanju showing a smile uglier than crying, and said to him, "Okay."

After Huanju finished speaking, she turned and left the house.

Song Quanzhe saw that he seemed to stagger a bit, his steps were a little weak, and his back seemed not so straight.

Is he injured?

Just when doubts arose, Song Quanzhe pushed him back. He was clearly well, and he was the one who got hurt!

Slamming the door, Song Quanzhe went back to the room and lay down.

The house was very quiet, there was no sound, no smell, Song Quanzhe was lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, so he simply got up and went out to meet friends for a drink.

Monks who drink alcohol will never get drunk.

However, Song Quanzhe is different from others, he thinks that if he is not drunk, he is sorry for the meaning of drinking.

Therefore, he never used his spiritual energy while drinking, nor did he take hangover pills, and let himself pass out.

Hmm... who opened the window?

"Huanju, Huanju close the window." He muttered.

However, he yelled a few times, but no one came to close the window, and the sun was still dazzling.

He had no choice but to wake up by himself.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was still in the restaurant box, lying on the table, facing the window.

Um?Why is he still here?

His friends didn't send him back?

What about Huanju, Huanju didn't come to pick him up?

After a while, his consciousness came back, and he remembered that he had driven Huanju away.

He felt a little disappointed, but it was quickly replaced by anger, and he left as soon as he left. Whoever is gone can't live anymore?

"Aww~" He rubbed his backache from sleeping and stood up, walking towards the house with vacant steps.

He has walked the road from the restaurant to home countless times. It is obviously a short distance, but today it is unusually long.

Probably because of his weak legs, he thought.

When he opened the door, he habitually said, "Huanju, I'm back."

After speaking, he slapped himself on the mouth and closed the door honestly.

Familiar yard, familiar tree stump, familiar flowers and plants, but he always felt that something was missing.

It must not be the lack of Huanju, he answered himself very definitely.

After staring at it for a long time, he couldn't figure out why, so he simply went back to his room to sleep.

From that day on, he lived a life of drunken dreams, waking up in a restaurant every day, and then went home to sleep with a sore back and a sore back.

Day after day until that day comes.

That day, he was woken up by voices coming from far and near. He opened his eyes in a daze, but found that he couldn't move or make a sound.

what happened?

Who drugged me?

With nowhere to ask for help, he closed his eyes in despair.

"Squeak~" Someone pushed open the window.

He opened his eyes with a "swish", and what he saw was, the foot of the bed?

So, who hid him under the bed?

He hasn't come to a conclusion yet, the footsteps and the voice are getting closer.

Someone opened the door and walked in, and then he heard a strange voice saying: "Tsk tsk, he is really drunk, are you still drinking with him today?"

"Idiots don't accompany you." This was the voice Song Quanzhe knew, one of his good friends.

The voice asked again: "You have taken a lot of benefits from him, so you really don't intend to give him some leftovers?"

"What's left, I wish he could be down and out."

Song Quanzhe: "???" Who are you talking about?

The strange voice came again.

"It's good to be a friend,"

"Whoever is friends with that idiot, if it weren't for the other person's stupid resources, whoever associates with him would delay my cultivation."

The man sighed, "Song Quanzhe is really stupid."

Song Quanzhe: "?!!" Me?You mean me?

"That's right, just pretending to be false can make him feel his heart and soul. There are so many good things, who doesn't hide them, and he is the only one who is stupid. He always likes to give them away."

The man chuckled, and suddenly asked: "I heard that his brother gave Li Lian a piece of fake lightning strike wood?"

Song Quanzhe's friend was upright this time and waved his hand, "Impossible, Song Quanzhe's brother gave him all those good things. His brother is so kind to him, how could he give Li Lian fake things."

"But his brother is not his own brother. It is said that he was raised as a Taoist companion, so he might have a taste and take the opportunity to kill Li Lian."

Song Quanzhe was shocked, Huanju likes him?

The friend looked at the man like an idiot, "His brother is not stupid, even if he tastes good, how can he give people such an obvious handle?"

The man suddenly realized, "Let me just say that Li Lian failed to cross the tribulation by herself, but her senior brother succeeded. If you want me to say, Li Lian must have given her senior brother the real lightning strike wood, and her senior brother gave her a fake lightning strike." Wooden Magic Treasure."

The friend smiled "hehe" and patted the man on the shoulder, "Finally, I was witty."

The man gave a "tsk", "Song Quanzhe is too stupid to drive away his elder brother who treats him like jewels and treasures for a sweet talker."

"Hahaha, he's not stupid, who wants to know him, I'm just waiting for him to get down and find an excuse to leave now."

The man kicked his friend and scolded with a smile: "Why do you still plot against him in the end?"

"Maybe one day his brother will come back and give him a bunch of treasures, but then again, where did his brother find so many treasures?"

"I don't know, I'm also curious."

The two opened the door and walked out while they were talking, the sound of their footsteps gradually fading away.

At this time, Song Quanzhe had many emotions intertwined in his heart, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

A head suddenly poked in from the outside, startling him a lot.

Recognizing that it was another friend of his, he seemed to have found an outlet for his emotions, and cursed angrily, "You're scaring me to death!"

After scolding, I realized that I could not only move, but also speak.

The other party didn't care about his tone, but said indifferently: "Have you seen the true colors of those people?"

Song Quanzhe was dumbfounded by the question, and looked at the other party helplessly.

"Here you are, it's all inside, I've successfully completed the mission, let me leave!"

After the other party finished speaking, he threw something to Song Quanzhe and then disappeared without giving Song Quanzhe a chance to react.

"Hey!"

The slightly cool jade in the palm of his hand was very familiar to his eyes, and he thought for a long time before he remembered that Huanju had given him a jade pendant of the same texture.

So, that person's mission was assigned by Huanju?

At this moment, Song Quanzhe faced up to his heart, he wanted to have fun.

Once when he was drunk, Huanju would come to find him, carry him home, wipe his face, wash his feet and take off his coat so that he could sleep peacefully.

Once when he came home, Huanju would come out to welcome him. The house smelled of food, flowers and herbs, and the faint woody fragrance of Huanju.

Although he sometimes annoys Huanju, he also likes to complain about various things to Huanju.

Huanju is his reliance, a home without Huanju is no longer home.

In fact, he realized it on the third day after Huanju left.

But he chooses to numb himself, thinking that after being drunk for a long time, that habit will no longer be a habit, and will become another kind—a habit of getting used to being unhappy.

But he was wrong, some existences have penetrated into the bone marrow.

Even though he once liked Li Lian, he never thought of leaving Huanju.

To him, Huanju is already like breathing.

He covered his eyes and laughed out loud, but tears flowed down his cheeks through the gap.

He lost the most important existence in his life.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Quanzhe crawled out from under the bed and rushed home, rushing into the room he dared not step into.

He didn't know how long he had been drunk, dreaming and dying, but the cheerful smell in the room had all disappeared.

Then he rushed out the door and ran back to their hometown.

Huanju was still nowhere to be seen.

He scratched his hair, feeling anxious, where could Huanju go?

Then he thought of his friend and hurried back.

However, that person seems to have never existed, and even his home has disappeared.

Song Quanzhe sat down on the ground, how could this happen?

He suddenly remembered something, took out the piece of jade and probed into his consciousness.

It was a memory stone, which recorded the discussions of his friends behind his back from various angles.

Looking at the unfamiliar faces on those familiar faces, and listening to those familiar voices speaking mocking words, he lay down on his back.

It turns out that I am such a ridiculous existence?

"Quan Zhe, there is nothing good for no reason in this world, you must be on guard against others."

"You're here again, what's wrong with my friends!"

Familiar conversations echoed in my ears, but things were different.

The author has something to say: Well, I have been educated by old fans, so the stupid author will stop talking nonsense.

Christmas Eve, may everyone be safe and happy~!

2019.12.24