After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Since the beginning of spring, the days have been cloudy and cloudy, and the drizzle is like the needle and thread in the hands of a boudoir, falling non-stop.

In the early morning, a dim sum shop opened the door, and saw a very thin child in ragged clothes lying under the dripping eaves.

The shopkeeper was also in the same mood as the weather. When the tide hit, he picked up the broom in the house, drove it away, and scolded: "Beg for food and go elsewhere, you beggar!"

The child was hit a few times and got up shiveringly from the ground. There were many frost-cracked scars on his muddy feet. He glanced at the shopkeeper. His face was blue from the cold, but his eyes followed The black agate inlaid in the socket is bright and clean, as if washed with water.

When the shopkeeper saw these eyes, he couldn't bear it. He turned around and found two hard pies inside, handed them to the child, and warned: "Little beggar, don't come here again, or I will interrupt your business." leg!"

The child glanced at the pancake in his hand, then looked up at the shopkeeper, after a long silence, he pursed his cracked lips, suddenly pushed the shopkeeper's hand away, and said with piercing eyes: "I'm not a beggar! "

"Hey!" Seeing that his good intentions were not rewarded, the shopkeeper was so angry that he raised his broom and gave the child another blow, "Screw! Don't disturb my business!"

The child rubbed his sore bottom and limped away.

The shopkeeper spat on the lunatic behind him, turned around and entered the shop.

The child was breathing white air, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, trying to make his body warmer, but on the day it had just rained, the blowing wind seemed to hide needlepoints, densely hitting the bones. poke.

He walked to a bridge hole and sat down, took the old and smelly thin mattress and covered his body.

The old beggar here passed away and was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave. There is no new beggar to take over the site yet, so the children can stay here for a while.

Sitting and sitting, his stomach growled, and the child touched his shriveled stomach. His dinner yesterday was half a steamed bun left over by someone else.

"Hey."

Suddenly, a deep and lazy voice came from above his head, dragging his tune, but it was very pleasant to hear.

The child raised his head, but no one was there. He turned his gaze away, and at some point in front of him, there was a thin man in a moon-white gown standing with his hands behind his back.

He didn't tie his hair up, his black hair like a waterfall was scattered over his shoulders, his eyebrows looked like distant mountains, and his eyes were like deep seas. He was already outstanding, but there was actually a cinnabar mole on his forehead that was the icing on the cake.

The child stared dumbfounded. He had never seen such a handsome man. He stared for a while and raised his head a little dullly, with a particularly funny expression on his face.

The man squatted down, frowned a little irritably, took out a folding fan from his arms, and unceremoniously slapped the child on the forehead.

"What about you!"

The child's face was wrinkled from the knock, and he hurriedly blocked the blushing forehead, and said aggrievedly, "What?"

The man rested his forehead and sighed, and repeated what he said just now, "I ask if you would like to come with me?"

The child was startled, and hurriedly raised his head, and when he met the man's glance, his dirty cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes wandered, "Where are you taking me?"

"A good place." The man shook his fan again and again, not feeling too cold, "It's fine if you don't go."

After speaking, he stood up without hesitation.

The child was in a hurry, and quickly grabbed the man's shirt, "I'll go!"

The man gave him a condescending look.

The child's heart tightened, and he just wanted to withdraw his hand.

But the man withdrew his gaze first, and said lightly: "Then let's go."

The child hesitated a bit, wanting to repent, and always felt that it was not a good thing to go, but the man did not allow him to repent, and directly grabbed the child's arm and carried him on his shoulders, and then the two of them blinked like a gust of wind. Then he disappeared.

Along the way, the child seemed to have seen a ghost, crying and screaming. The man was annoyed, so he picked an unripe wild fruit from the side of the road and stuffed it into his mouth.

The child was so sore that the root of his tongue was numb, and he couldn't cry out, lying on the man's shoulder with a face of despair.

Not long after, a cottage surrounded by mountains appeared in front of the two of them. It looked like no one lived there, but the child saw hundreds of tall men in the backyard. Their expressions were indifferent, like a sculpture. Standing motionless in the yard.

The child became more and more panicked, and said with a trembling voice, "This... is this the underworld?"

"... Am I already dead?"

"not dead."

The man threw the child to the ground, pulled out the saber from the waist of the tall man next to him, and threw it in front of the child without looking at it.

He stared deeply at the child's pale face, and after a long time, the man suddenly evoked a slightly sinister smile.

"But you'd be better off than dead."

Before the child understood what he meant, the man stood up, smiled and clapped his hands.

But in an instant, the group of expressionless men in black armor rushed towards the child unexpectedly.

"Ahhhh!"

"Help!!!"

"Who are you! Let me go!!!"

Similar calls for help have never stopped in the following years.

But as the child grows up and looks like a teenager, the yelling in his mouth also changed from asking for help at the beginning, to coming again later, and finally he didn't even bother to yell, leaving only a mocking smile on his face, and A provocation to the man in white.

"That's it?"

Hundreds of Xuanjia soldiers present, including the young man, had a wooden sign tied to their chests, and as long as the wooden sign was broken, it meant death.

At first it was a wheel battle, but the man thought it was a waste of time, so he let the soldiers go up together, and then gave the boy three more chances.

At this time, the wooden plaques on the chests of all the Xuanjia soldiers have been cracked, and the boy still has one chance left.

The man in white was lazily sitting on the rattan chair, holding a grape with his fingertips, and after slowly tearing off the purple skin wrapped around it, his long and narrow eyes glanced at the painted soldier in black armor, "Let's go together. "

The young man held a big knife taller than him, Zhang Yang said with a smile: "Master, how can anyone do it now?"

"Now that I've won, can you take me down the mountain to play for a day!"

The man glanced at him, and slowly put the peeled grapes into his mouth.

"I mean them."

The man yawned sleepily and pointed behind him.

The young man frowned, seeing that there were twice as many Xuanjia soldiers behind him, his face changed suddenly, and he said angrily: "You didn't say that there are still people here!"

The man in white stood up from the rattan chair and stretched his sore neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the boy staring at him viciously like a lion cub that had just grown its fangs.

"The remaining [-] people have been hiding on the roof before the game started, but you didn't find it." He laughed maliciously.

The man in white walked up to the boy, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and sarcastically said mercilessly, "I know a little bit of fur, what's there to be proud of."

The boy's eyes seemed to be burning with two clusters of small flames, and he asked with hope, "Then go down the mountain tomorrow?"

The smile on the man's face was even wider, and he raised his hand to touch the top of the boy's head.

The smile was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, but these words sounded impersonal.

"Cancel."

"..."

The young man was filled with righteous indignation: "Liar!"

The man in white withdrew his hand, and walked out of the yard, "This is called soldiers are not tired of deceit, you have to learn, little brat!"

Being drilled by those soldiers until late at night, the young man went back to the house with a sore back and a sore back. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of meat.

He sat up hastily, and saw that there was half a roast chicken on the table, and a medicine bottle beside it, with a note under it, four concise characters.

——Remember to apply medicine.

The boy's dark eyes gradually deepened, and there seemed to be some other inexplicable emotions inside. He reached out and held the medicine bottle tightly in his palm, and whispered, "...Master."

The sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, the passage of time is only a snap of the fingers, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The boy's brows and eyes are a little more mature and restrained, and the edges and corners are gradually clear and sharp. He suffers from those inhuman tortures every day, and his body is much stronger than ordinary people.

A few days ago, he walked down the mountain. In order to save a scholar, he sparred with three or four strong men with his bare hands. Not only did he not suffer any injuries, but he also made those strong men docile.

Later, the homeless scholar was taken back to the mountain. After the man learned of this, he immediately punished the boy for three days of confinement.

But as he grew up, the boy also began to become rough and thick. The punishments he feared when he was a child are now like tickling, and he is no longer afraid of them.

"Master! I'm back!"

The young man who had just sneaked back from the foot of the mountain ran straight into the courtyard of the man in white. He didn't even knock on the door, just broke in.

The man lay down on the bed to take a nap, looking a bit haggard, breathing lightly, as if he hadn't been woken up by the boy's movements.

The boy subconsciously stepped lightly and quietly closed the door.

He cautiously walked to the man's side, knelt down on one knee, held the breath at the tip of his nose, and his gaze became hot and greedy, moving inch by inch in front of the man.

"Master?" The young man called out like a mosquito.

Seeing that the man didn't respond, the boy said softly again: "Are you asleep?"

"..."

Not seeing the man open his eyes, the young man was relieved, his eyes became presumptuous and bold, as if confirming that the man was asleep, the young man stretched out his hand and caressed the man's white and smooth side face.

The touch of the palm is soft and delicate, like a piece of high-quality warm jade.

The young man felt a little dissatisfied when he touched it. Looking at the man's thick black eyelashes covering his eyelids, he seemed to be bewitched by the voice in his head, and he couldn't help but lower his head. A kiss was imprinted on the cinnabar mole on the man's forehead.

He raised his head nervously, and saw that the man hadn't woken up yet. The young man felt a little lost, and then became a little excited. His heart was beating like it was about to pop out of his chest, and an unknown flame was raging deep in his body. The burning scurry.

The young man tightly clenched his fists, and all the dirty thoughts that had been buried for a long time finally exploded. He lowered his head uncontrollably, and kissed the lightly pursed thin red lips with tension all over his body.

When there was a soft touch on his lips, the boy's brain exploded, and he wondered whether all this was real or a long-awaited dream.

He didn't dare to make unnecessary movements, but just stuck to it clumsily and carefully.

This was a kiss that he dreamed of and was about to turn into a demon.

The boy dared not tell anyone.

When he first fell in love, he had a strange dream.

The person who appeared in the dream was not a woman, but the master who faced him face to face all day long and tortured him.

To this day, he still remembers the dream that his master was lying down to bathe in the hot spring in the back mountain, and the young man walked slowly towards him step by step.

The mist filled the air, the ripples rippled, and there were many splashes from the edge of the hot spring pool. His master fell limp and boneless in his arms, with tears or sweat in the corners of his eyes.

Realizing that he was still on his master's lips, the boy woke up suddenly, and left in a hurry. Seeing his master's sleeping profile, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of guilt, and ran away. room.

And flustered, he didn't notice that the man sleeping soundly behind him had opened his deep eyes, looking thoughtfully at the back of the boy leaving.

The young man was worried about what he had done, and the man had noticed it, but after several days of anxiety, the man didn't see anything unusual on his face, and he gradually began to feel relieved.

The days were so tepid, and after outsiders came to the cottage, the young man finally saw the people locked up in the small courtyard in the back mountain.

It turned out that in the courtyard where so many Xuanjia soldiers were in charge, there lived a cute and innocent girl.

She seemed to like the scholar very much, at first she followed him secretly, but after being noticed by the scholar, she started to blatantly cling to him all day and all night.

The young man saw that the little girl had a love for the scholar, and he couldn't help feeling a little envious. If he was a woman, would he be able to follow the master so unscrupulously?

But all good times did not last long. Three months later, the little girl's mother learned about the relationship between the little girl and the scholar. Even if she wanted to drive the scholar down the mountain, the little girl cried heart-rendingly, but she could not shake her mother at all.

The night before the scholar went down the mountain, the boy was going to see him off. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a small crack in the closed door, and a dim light was shining inside. He felt strange and secretly glanced through the crack.

When he caught a glimpse of the situation on the bed, his pupils constricted in shock, and he froze in place in disbelief.

The master who was never too close to others on weekdays was sitting beside the scholar's bed at this moment, with a smile in his eyes, as gentle as a different person.

The scholar was immersed in his sleep, the man's fingertips gently outlined his outline, and then he slowly bent down under the shocked gaze of the young man.

This action is so familiar to the young man, he also did this to his master a few months ago.

He saw the master getting closer and closer, his heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of arrows, and he could no longer look at it.

The young man endured the pain, turned around and ran out of the cottage.

Later, the young man stopped practicing kung fu, and hung out in the towns below the mountain all day long, and would come back only after getting drunk.

The man didn't ask much about these abnormalities of the boy.

Half a month later, he knocked on the door of the boy's room late at night, without saying a word, telling the boy to roll down the mountain tomorrow and never to appear in Gu'er village again.

With a sneer all over his face, the young man agreed without hesitation.

He walked resolutely, and later, as he promised when he left, he never went up the mountain again.

After going down the mountain, the young man went to the barracks as a handyman, and spent a year there in a daze. On the way back to his hometown, he rescued a woman who looked exactly like his master.

At first he didn't have any other thoughts about the woman, but after getting along with him, he found that the woman's aura was very familiar, just like the master he was thinking of. shook his head.

Everything that happened afterwards was somewhat unreal.

Everyone in the barracks and the village knew that a young boy who was still a poor boy married a beautiful girl as his wife.

On the wedding night in the bridal chamber, he was half drunk and half awake, and he lifted his hijab in a daze.

That night, the boy had a dream, and the woman under him turned into his master who was superior and could not be desecrated.

The flaming red curtains fell in vain, the old bed creaked, his master seemed to be fished out of the water, slippery like a fish struggling to breathe on the shore.

The boy saw his master was sweating profusely, and his eyes were watery, like tears. He had never seen a master like this before, and immediately felt a little distressed. He leaned over and kissed the corner of the master's mouth, and comforted him softly. .

"Don't cry."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head with a chestnut, and his master cursed and spit out four incomprehensible characters in a familiar irritable tone.

"Cry you are paralyzed!"

The boy woke up from his dream. He looked around and found that there was no one beside the bed.

Just when he was wondering, the door was pushed open, and his wife walked into the room with clear water, and said softly: "Husband, I will help you change your clothes."

The young man nodded in disbelief, and after a long silence, he still couldn't help asking: "Yesterday...was you taking care of me last night?"

The woman didn't answer, just smiled and asked, "If it's not me, who else could it be?"

The boy's expression darkened, he smiled bitterly, and murmured to himself, "...Yeah."

"Who else could it be if you weren't?"

"does it worth?"

A woman in a black robe sat on a stool and looked at the figure with her back facing her with a complicated expression.

"It doesn't matter if you waste your soul and let that woman stay with him, he still has hatred for you."

As she spoke, the woman in black began to speak harshly, "Did I warn you that if you change the plot without authorization, what will happen!"

The figure on the bed sat up slowly, and the satin-like black hair had changed color at some point, against his bloodless skin, it was dazzlingly white.

"Hmm." The man responded lightly.

The woman in black asked, "Then why do you still do this?"

The man was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his calm black eyes, and said, "I thought you could understand."

The woman in black lowered her eyes, and the expression on her face was a little confusing, "Since the mission will fail in the end, why not just stay with him, at least you can live happily ever after."

The man's face was calm, and he said indifferently: "Happiness is only temporary. When he finds out that I can't grow old and he is the only one who dies, it will only be two people who will suffer."

"Madam Xi's existence can not only relieve the obsession in his heart, but also accompany him until old age." He smiled lightly, "This is the best result for him."

The woman in black looked sad and sighed, "Have you ever thought about yourself?"

Seeing the worried face of the woman in black, the man couldn't help teasing, "I won't stay here for so long like you."

"When the next tasker arrives, I will definitely find a way to make his mission fail."

The woman in black gave him a meaningful look, and said, "I hope you will."

The man nodded confidently.

"Of course."

The woman in black looked at the man's smiling face, as if she was worried about something, pouted the corner of her mouth, but couldn't say the words that came to her mouth.

At this time, she did not expect that her worries would be fulfilled little by little after many years.

When Fu Shiyu and Chu Yan rushed to the tomb and saw Zhuang Yue's body in the coffin, Fu Shiyu clenched his fists, feeling a little panicked with chest tightness.

He unfolded the letter entrusted to him by someone in his hand, there were only a few short lines, and he explained everything that happened.

The symbol on the coffin is an ancient magic circle about reincarnation. According to legend, only one person’s soul needs to be sacrificed to make the magic circle start to operate, and when the magic circle starts to operate, people in this world will enter the next one. reincarnation.

As long as this false world enters reincarnation, there will be chaos in the novel, resulting in unavoidable plot deviations, which means that there will be no next tasker, and the guardians in this world, as long as they wait until the original world After all the characters die, they can also enter a new reincarnation, waiting for the arrival of death.

This secret technique was discovered by the earliest generation of guards, and basically every subsequent generation knew this magic circle. However, because the person offering the sacrifice must come from the real world, all the guards were timid. After all, regardless of success or failure, they all Will die in a false world, never to go back.

So no one wants to try.

Chu Yan patted Fu Shiyu's shoulder, and everything he said at the moment seemed pale.

Fu Shiyu walked up the stone steps and said with a dazed expression, "From the beginning, he didn't plan to go back."

"..."

Just as Fu Shiyu was about to help him close the coffin, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the hand bones on Zhuang Yue's waist.

He frowned and asked Chu Yan, "Has General Yan's bones been moved?"

Fu Shiyu thought it was done by Zhuang Yue before his death.

Chu Yan walked up the stone steps, and when he saw the situation inside the coffin, he vaguely understood something in his heart, and murmured something unclear.

"...Maybe it's Yan Chu herself."

Hearing this, Fu Shiyu had mixed feelings, and looked at Zhuang Yue's calm face quietly, feeling so sad that he couldn't breathe, he turned his back and covered his face to cover his sore eyes.

Chu Yan slowly closed the coffin lid, stepped forward and hugged him tightly in his arms.

"I don't want to see it, you can cry."

Fu Shiyu didn't make a sound, nor did he cry loudly, but Chu Yan noticed that the skirt around his neck was already wet.