villain is a good guy

several days ago.

Wang Shui caressed the bone sword in his hand, deep disgust flashed across his eyes: "Forget it, an idiot like you who used your sister's bones as a material to refine the natal flying sword... it would be strange if he could be hurt."

Lian Yu let out a heart-piercing roar: "You...you are talking nonsense!"

How could it be her sister's bones?

Lian Yu couldn't help feeling sick when she thought of the monster she saw under the cliff.

Her older sister is a sword cultivator of the Fushan Sect. Maybe in a few years, she will be able to take off her blue Taoist robe and put on a white robe that represents glory. She may even become a law enforcer in the future!

Her sister is not a monster!

"No... no!" Lian Yu widened her eyes and murmured hollowly, "You're lying to me."

"...You must be lying to me!"

Wang Shui rested his chin on one hand, held the bone sword in boredom, raised Lian Yu's chin, stared at the collapsed girl, and suddenly laughed for a long time: "Have you found out?"

Lian Yu's whole body trembled, and thick horror rolled over her dull eyes: "What are you talking about..."

"...I don't understand, I don't understand!"

She hugged her head like a boiled shrimp, her hands and feet curled up in front of her chest, shaking non-stop: "You lied to me, you must be lying to me!"

"Let me guess, when did you find out?" Wang Shui raised his hand and poured himself a bowl of tea as if he had never heard of it, and frowned and thought carefully, "Was it when the spine was cut off?"

"...You betrayed the Fushan faction not to avenge Senior Brother Yan, but because you are afraid that your sister's incarnation as a monster will be revealed. Everyone suspects that you are a demon cultivator, right?"

"...In order to stand on the high ground of morality, you would rather let Senior Brother Yan be accused by thousands of people than tell the truth. Even if you betray the Fushan faction, most people in the world will love you, won't they?"

After Wang Shui finished speaking, Lian Yu burst into tears.

The truth is harsh.

That day, Lian Yu Yujian flew down the cliff and knelt beside the corpse of the monster, distraught.

She wished she could tear the monster that killed her sister into pieces, but she knew that the person who really killed her sister was Yan Rongyi, the senior brother of Fushan Sect.

"Yan Rongyi... Yan Rongyi!" Lian Yu used all her strength to insert the sword into the monster's back.

The rotten flesh was torn apart, and the dirty blood stained the snow on the ground. Lian Yu screamed in dismay, let go of the sword in her hand, and rushed to the side to retch.

It's disgusting, it's really disgusting.

Lian Yu's eyes were hazy.

How did my sister feel when she was devoured by such a disgusting monster?

Lian Yu couldn't imagine it, and didn't dare to think about it.

She covered her mouth, staggered up, walked to the side of the monster, took a heavy breath and peeled off the spine, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, her gaze was fixed on the end of the spine - there was a blue-black mark there.

——Bang!

The sword in Lian Yu's hand fell on the bloody ice.

She retreated step by step, and finally fell into the snow in embarrassment, with deep fear hovering in her eyes, like a stormy sea, drowning all her remaining mind.

She covered her face with trembling hands and screamed in horror as she sensed the icy wetness.

It's blood, it's blood!

The blood of monsters!

No, not monsters.

A crazy idea circled in her mind.

When Lianwu was very young, her spine was injured and she was not good at walking. Fortunately, the immortal took action to restore it to normal.

It's just that the magic elixir can't erase the scars left by that year.

This is not a monster.

Yes, yes... her sister!

"No, no!" Lian Yu shook her head crazily, her chin was cut by the sharp bone sword, and the bright red blood stained her clothes, "My sister is not a demon cultivator!"

Wang Shui didn't want to talk to the self-deceiving Lian Yuduo, dropped the bone sword, and picked up the tea bowl again.

What is so pitiful about such a person?

Wang Shui sneered in his heart, knowing that Lian Wu was a demon cultivator, Lian Yu still attributed everything to Senior Brother Yan, and he deserved what happened to him.

"I said it before, don't let me touch you again." Wang Shui squeezed his brows with a headache, and said to himself, "I'm already tired of pretending on the Fushan Mountain, why are you bothering me?"

"You...why didn't you let me kill Yan Rongyi?" Lian Yu, who was sobbing, asked tremblingly, "Are you... a demon cultivator?"

Wang Shui didn't answer this question, but shook his head amusedly: "Why, I'm a demon cultivator, so I should kill Yan Rongyi?"

"But...but Yan Rongyi is also a demon cultivator."

"Why do you say he is a magician?"

"Even if there is no matter about my sister, what happened before?" Lian Yu flushed with excitement, as if she was looking for an excuse to frame Yan Rongyi for herself, her eyes sparkled, "Those disciples who died in Wangyou Valley, Didn't he kill it?"

"Don't deceive yourself." Wang Shui's words were like a basin of cold water, pouring down Lian Yu's head, "Even if he is really a demon cultivator, he really killed the disciples of Wangyou Valley, and your sister has become monster."

Lian Yu was shocked all over, and the blood on her face faded.

Wang Shui continued with a sneer: "You are also the one who refined my sister's spine into the Flying Sword of Life."

"Ah!" Lian Yu covered her ears again and screamed piercingly, "Stop it, stop it!"

"I'm really annoying you idiots." Seeing this, Wang Shui sighed softly, "If only I had the ability to kill Senior Brother Yan with a sword. But I don't have it."

"...Since there is no such thing, why stand on the moral high ground and condemn Senior Brother Yan?"

"...Do you know how disgusting it is for me to look at you every year on the Fushan Mountain?"

"...But I can't do anything even if I'm sick, and I have to pretend to be an example. It's really annoying!"

"Stop it, please stop it..." Lian Yu's voice gradually sank, and her eyes became hollow.

Before Wang Shui said "shut up", the door was kicked open from the outside.

The Xiaoyao Sword appeared in his palm accompanied by lavender lightning.

"It's you?" The turbulent sword intent lifted Wang Shui's clothes, his tense expression did not relax at all, "Why are you here?"

Luo Yu smiled without saying a word, first carefully looked at Lian Yu who was curled up in the corner from beginning to end, and then shook her head: "I live next door, and I heard a sound outside the door, so I accidentally took a look and saw you When I saw my face, I thought it was vertigo!"

"...Wang Shui, the favorite disciple of the elders of our Fushan Sect, how could he be so rude to hold a female cultivator by the collar?"

Wang Shui frowned slightly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Then secretly guarded.

He guessed that what happened to Lianwu back then was tricky, so Luo Yu, who said that Yan Rongyi hooked up with Moxiu in front of the elders, took a very strange position.

"It's nothing." Luo Yu stroked the blade of Furong Sword lightly, and said with a smile, "I just thought of a good way to borrow one of your things."

"What do you want?" The Xiaoyao Sword in Wangshui's hand let out a low howl.

"Excuse me..." Luo Yu flew towards me, "Excuse me for your life!"

Wang Shui greeted him calmly, thinking of the matter of Lian Yu, he raised the corners of his lips clearly: "Do you want to blame Senior Brother Yan again?"

Luo Yu looked at the beautiful sword repairer in front of her, and admitted openly: "Of course...you guessed the truth about Lianwu back then, right?"

Wang Shui blocked the Furong sword lying in front of him, his gaze sank.

The second apprentice of Venerable Chengying, his swordsmanship is second only to the elder brother of Fushan School, Yan Rongyi.

"No wonder you are holding Lian Yu's collar..." Luo Yu took half a step back, shaking her wrist, and suddenly realized, "Did she also discover that the bone sword in her hand was forged from her own sister's bones?"

After hearing Luo Yu's words, Lian Yu let out another howl of collapse.

"You really know." Wangshui asked sharply as lightning crackled from his palm, "Luo Yu, what exactly do you want to do when you join my Fushan sect?"

"Of course it is to be the apprentice of Venerable Cheng Ying." Luo Yu easily blocked Wang Shui's hard blow, and when she passed him, she whispered in his ear with a smile, "And... for the sake of Yan Rongyi's life!"

Wang Shui's pupils shrank suddenly, and the horizontal sword was in front of him, but he was still knocked back dozens of steps by the piercing sword energy.

"Hmm..." Lian Yu, who was curled up on the bed, suddenly gasped in pain.

Wang Shui followed the prestige, and saw the scariest sight he had ever seen in his life—a black mist that looked like running water, pouring into Lian Yu's body along the eye sockets.

Her hands were like two dry tree branches, slanted towards the sky, swinging wildly in the strong wind, and at first she could make a sound, but after the black mist got into her mouth, she fell down on the bed in pain, her fingers were weak. Scary marks were drawn on the quilt one after another.

Soon, Lian Yu stopped moving.

The black mist penetrated into her body thoroughly, and the air was filled with the sound of chewing like a beast gnawing its prey.

Something was swimming in Lian Yu's body, constantly pushing up her flesh, and wherever she went, there was nothing left of her skin, but in just a few breaths, Lian Yu became a piece of skin that couldn't even hold her bones. There was no human skin left, and the black mist that had penetrated into her body flowed out from the hollow eye sockets like running water.

"You didn't save her?" Luo Yu held the sword, obviously used to what Hei Wu did, and asked naturally, "Wang Shui, I remember that you are the most popular in Fushan School except Yan Rongyi." Welcome brother."

"It's just an idiot." Wang Shui showed no expression on his pale face, "Why should I save him?"

After saying that, he raised his eyes to look at Luo Yu, and clenched the sword in his hand.

This is the real Wangshui, who hates benevolence, righteousness and morality, and the fake skin of a "good brother" that he has worn for many years, and is so cold that he doesn't even care about human life.

"Tsk tsk." Luo Yu shook her head and said to herself, "Your personality really suits my taste, if it's not...forget it, you'd better give me your life honestly."

"...You also know that you can't beat me, don't you?"

"How will you know if you don't try?" Wang Shui raised his sword and turned it into a streamer, and rushed towards Luo Yu again.

"Exceeding one's strength." Luo Yu impatiently blocked the sword's momentum, no longer had the patience to converse with him, the whole body was full of sword intent, the white robe was automatic without wind, and without giving Wang Shui any chance to react, it appeared behind him out of thin air ,"Bye now."

Thick horror welled up on Wang Shui's bloodless face, and the moment Luo Yu's sword flashed into the back of his heart, he turned his upper body abruptly in a twisted posture that ordinary people could not do.

"Want me to die?" Wang Shui's eyes were bloodshot, and he showed a strange smile, "You, too, will go to hell with me!"

Luo Yu's scalp went numb, thinking of something, before she could get away, a violent wave of air came crashing in front of her!

--boom!

"Damn it!" At the very moment, the black mist suddenly expanded and covered the bedroom.

Everything is still, except Luo Yu.

He fell to the ground, covered in blood, and crawled to the side of the bed in embarrassment: "Ahem...ahem, unexpectedly...exploded..."

"It's a good thing I ate the lotus rain, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to save you at all!" Hei Wu flew to his side angrily, "Why aren't you careful?"

"Who knew he would blow himself up?" Luo Yu turned around with a gloomy face, seeing severed fingers scattered on the ground, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

And cut off fingers.

If you have a severed finger, you can blame Yan Rongyi.

Luo Yu took out a corner of the dark red Taoist robe from the storage bag, and threw it on the ground: "Yan Rongyi, can you bear the crime of killing Wang Shui?"

The wind howled past, blowing away the Wangshui and lotus rain that turned into dust.

A few days later, in front of the gate of Venerable Chengying's cave in the Fushan School, the ostrich ostrich on Ling Jiushen's shoulders suddenly raised its wings because of the severed finger in the red cloth, and let out a sharp cry of mourning.