Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Holding the dagger, Bai Zihao struggled inwardly.

He left Jinfeng Mountain Villa and lived with normal people for ten years. When he recalled what he had done, he was ashamed. He couldn't understand why he had lost his ability to distinguish and believed in those absurd things. Under Jin Feizhi's request, he served him wholeheartedly, obeyed the rules of Jinfeng Villa, satisfied all his bad tastes, learned to indulge his desires, took the initiative to court, and did many despicable things to please him. Pay for the relationship between the two.

Bai Zihao was about to be made to cry by his past self.

He didn't want to see Jin Feizhi anymore, and he didn't want to live a life full of humiliation.However, Jin Feizhi would rather him die than release the seal of Linghua Taoist couple and set him free.

Jin Feichen's superficial skills are excellent. Most people in the world of cultivating immortals can't see the humiliation and torture he suffers in private. He squandered the spirit stones casually, bought whatever he wanted, and killed all those who framed and bullied him, and even blocked the attack of the flame wolf for him. The gift of the French boat, countless rare treasures, envied the eyes of people all over the world, everyone said he was lucky...

No one knows how much he paid for such "luck".

It would be fine if Jin Feizhi died, but he was still alive, imprisoned, and his fate was tragic.

Bai Zihao can imagine his reputation after abandoning his Taoist companion, ungrateful, hardhearted... and he also knows that although Jin Feichi has a distorted personality and the way of expressing his feelings cannot be agreed with, he is really moved. On the verge of death, Jin Feizhi stayed with him like a madman...

He was a little bit ruthless about killing people.

Bai Zihao was stunned for a moment, he found himself unconsciously thinking about the third choice.He was vaguely looking forward to Jin Feizhi's death, but he was afraid of gossip, ruthlessness, and being a murderer...

He tried his best to restrain his thoughts with morality, and wanted to consider the second option, but one after another, secret and terrible reasons popped up in his heart, like a devil, tempting him:

"I'm not a bad person, I'm just forced to do it, it's not really a murder..."

"He won't live long, I'm helping him out of pain..."

"If he's dead, I can hide my identity and start a happy new life..."

"I still have a lot of paintings that I want to paint but haven't finished..."

"..."

The dagger in his hand became tighter and tighter.

Bai Zihao raised his head hesitantly, looked at Shenjun, and asked for help: "I have never killed anyone, I, I don't understand..."

Shenjun asked Blood King Vine to take out the account book that had been prepared, handed it to him, and said with a soft smile, "You will understand."

Bai Zihao took the account book inexplicably, and found that it was something that was missing.

Back then, when he knew that Xie Que had attracted bandits to kill his dependent mother, he was furious and wanted revenge.

Seeing that he didn't think about food and drink, Jin Feizhi was depressed, so he comforted him for a long time, and even sent someone to fetch Xie Que's head to make him happy. Although he found that Xie Que had been killed by Yao Wang Xianzun, he was still moved by his heart...

Jin Feizhi always said that this is proof of love for him.

Every time he heard this, he would give up the bottom line and obey everything.

But why is the missing account book in the hands of the gods?

Bai Zihao looked at the blood king vine swimming beside him, and then at the phoenix eyes of the god, his brain exploded with a bang.

Shenjun suddenly appeared, and everyone speculated about his origin. Although Yue Wuhuan and Shenjun both had the same Blood King Vine, their powers were far apart, and their identities were very different. It was impossible to connect the two of them. A certain ancient god came out...

Now, Yao Wang Xianzun killed Xie Que and got the account book, and then the account book fell into the hands of the god, Bai Zihao had to think about the relationship between the two...

Yue Wuhuan has deep-rooted hatred for Jinfeng Mountain Villa, and those sects that Shenjun destroyed in the first batch, regardless of good or evil, more or less people came to Jinfeng Mountain Villa as guests, received warm hospitality, and probably participated in the war against Yue. Unhappy...

Bai Zihao thought of the pardon given to Matthew by the gods again... Matthew is not a good person, but he did something that everyone made a joke of. They went too far, they were shameless beasts, for spoiling the guest's interest, they were whipped.

Everyone, everything, Yue Wuhuan remembers.

Repay kindness for kindness, revenge for revenge, there is no wronged soul in the Immortal Summit.

that is really good……

Bai Zihao was extremely happy. He had had many beautiful dreams. In the dream, he was a white bird trying to open the cage door, fluttering its wings, bravely rushing into the wind and rain, clumsily chasing the proud red shadow.

When the news of Yue Wuhuan's death and tragedy came, he was very sad. He felt that what he most yearned for was broken, and he even fell into confusion for a while. He felt that any resistance was meaningless, and it was better to accept his fate.

However, Yue Wuhuan did not die, he came back.

The beautiful red bird flew higher and freer...

Bai Zihao once again found the support in his heart.

He can be strong, don't despair!

Bai Zihao wiped away his fragile tears, opened the account book, and carefully read it line by line.

Xie Que wrote the account book in detail, including each child's name, physical characteristics, selling price,

There are also some special orders, slaves customized by big customers, with various harsh requirements written on them, including appearance, character, spiritual root, cultivation base, etc...

Among them was a special order from Jinfeng Mountain Villa. The customer specified that he wanted a boy with a single spiritual root of the water system. He was required to have a beautiful appearance, a clean body, no blemishes, and a kind and gentle personality, well-behaved and weak.It is best to have no father, no mother, and no worries, because the customer wants to domesticate a perfect slave who belongs to himself physically and mentally.

Bai Zihao opened his eyes wide in disbelief and looked at the name in the cargo column. He finally understood what he didn't understand before—why Xie Que didn't just kidnap him and sell him, but instead took his name in a roundabout way. His mother was killed, and then appeared in front of him as a savior.

This ledger has the answer.

Bai Zihao looked at it for a long time, and laughed crazily, he couldn't breathe. He was laughing at the stupidest man in the world, at his kindness and cowardice, at his innocence and tenderness, at his love and loyalty... These things are in the devil's eyes. What's the use in front of you?All worthless garbage!

He understood all the meaning of the gods.

Bai Zihao slowly stood up from the ground, straightened his hair, restrained the darkness in his eyes, and showed the most gentle smile again. He saluted the god gratefully, hid the dagger in his sleeve, and then without hesitation Follow the demon cultivator who leads the way, and go to the dungeon of the Immortal Summit.

……

In the dark dungeon, two lamps of consonance oil were lit.

The heavy chain passed through the lute bone and leg bones, and firmly nailed Jin Feichen to the wall. The originally handsome appearance was tortured to become ugly, and the strong figure became scrawny, with gray hair, and horror all over his body. Scars, rot appeared in many places, but there was a precious fairy medicine hanging on his life, and he couldn't die even if he wanted to.

Although the monk's will is stronger than that of ordinary people, but this kind of torture has already exceeded the limit of endurance, Jin Feiren has become numb to the feeling of pain, and he is groggy every day, looking forward to the arrival of death.

Gentle fingertips slid across his cheeks, combing his messy hair, someone carefully dipped some water on a veil, moistened his lips, and awakened his mind a little.

Jin Feishi tried his best to open his eyes, and found the person he was thinking about standing in front of him, he couldn't help laughing: "Am I dreaming again?"

"No," Bai Zihao's voice was very soft, with a hint of sympathy, and he fed him some water, "I missed you, so I asked for the grace of the gods to come in and visit you..."

"How did you ask for it? Forget it, don't talk about it..." Jin Feizhi didn't want to think about this question anymore. He knew that Bai Zihao was weak and kind, and he had no future. After practicing for so long, he was still building a foundation. Those bastard demon cultivators are only satisfied with their bodies.

Although he was a little uncomfortable, he had played with so many slaves, and he didn't care much about the cuckold.Now he has nothing, not even a man, and Bai Zihao still tries to come in and take care of him. Obviously, he has been caring for him for many years, and this affection makes him very moved.

Bai Zihao looked at him, hesitant to speak.

Jin Feizhi softened his expression and asked, "Do you want to ask me anything?"

Bai Zihao smiled and asked, "Did you miss me all these years?"

Jin Feizhi said: "I think about it every day."

Bai Zihao asked cautiously: "Really? I always feel that I am in your heart...not important."

"Important," Jin Feizhi greedily looked at his body, looked at his beauty, and wanted to touch him, but he was restrained by the chains and couldn't move. Now he has been reduced to a prisoner, and he has long lost the spirit of the past. He knows I didn't live long, fearing that I would never have the chance to meet again, so I expressed many feelings buried in my heart, wanting to leave a final imprint on Bai Zihao's heart, "At first, I only thought of you as a beautiful slave, but , you are so beautiful...the more we get along, the more I like it. Later, you used your weak body to block the sword for me, almost dying, and I realized how important you are to me. So, I married you desperately .”

Bai Zihao touched the seal of Linghua Taoist couple on his collarbone, and said aggrievedly: "You always bully me, I thought you didn't like it..."

Jin Feizhi hurriedly defended: "If you don't like it, how can I block Yanlang for you?"

"That's true." Bai Zihao thought for a while and laughed, "I finally understand that you are a big villain. You know that I am good and attractive, so you deliberately bully me and speak ill of me, so that I dare not Leaving you, staying by my side obediently, falling in love with you, belongs to you alone, right?"

Jin Feizhi felt that his tone was coquettish, and said with a smile, "I was discovered by you."

Bai Zihao gently grabbed his head, placed it around his neck, blocking all his sight, and reconfirmed earnestly, "Fei Che...do you still love me now?"

Jin Feizhi replied sincerely: "Love, the only person I have ever loved in this world is you."

"Fei Chi," Bai Zihao's eyes gradually dimmed, his body trembling slightly due to excitement, "I'm really happy."

The sharp dagger finally pierced out of his sleeve and pierced hard into Jin Feizhi's lower abdomen. Jin Feizhi opened his eyes wide and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. The beautiful young man who obeyed every word and obeyed everything, that little fool who was so kind that he dared not even kill a rabbit, would actually kill himself with his own hands.

Bai Zihao drew out his dagger, and pushed Jin Feichen away in disgust. Blood still gushed out and splashed all over his body, but his heart was calm.

Killing is not difficult at all.

Although he has never killed anyone before, and he doesn't know how to kill, this does not prevent him from stabbing and slashing randomly with his intuition, just as Jin Feizhi knows what to say can hurt his heart, he also Know what to say to make the other person's heart hurt the most:

"I've never liked you scum, I met someone I really like."

"I like him so much, ten thousand times more than I like you. I want to cling to him and marry him every day."

"What kind of man are you? A trash who doesn't even have that thing, ugly!"

"He's prettier than you, funnier than you, cuter than you, smarter than you!"

"He taught me what true happiness is."

"It's ridiculous that you still dare to miss me and love me."

"You don't even have the qualifications to die, just stay in the soul lamp and watch me and other people's happy life."

"I play with him every day, do you want to know how we play?"

"..."

The physical torture did not make Jin Feizhi completely succumb.However, Bai Zihao's words broke all the defenses in his heart, the precious bird he held in his palm flew away, his devoted heart was trampled on the ground, and his Taoist companion was happy in someone else's arms...

He is an extremely arrogant man, so he cannot bear such shame more than others.

The breath of life is gradually disappearing, and the magic circle arranged in the dark emits a faint brilliance, imprisoning the soul.

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he saw Bai Zihao take the long burning lamp on the wall, and use the candlelight to burn it fiercely on the water chestnut imprint on his shoulder blade. Then he left the dungeon without looking back.

He will stay in the soul lamp and taste the shame forever.

……

Bai Zihao walked out of the dungeon covered in blood, and squinted his eyes. He felt that the sky was very blue, and the bright sunlight was a bit dazzling.

The figure of Shenjun was not far away, watching him quietly.

Bai Zihao knelt down again to thank him, and he asked the question that had been buried in his heart for many years: "How can I become as brave as you? No longer afraid of anything."

Shenjun turned and left: "Stand up with your own feet."

Bai Zihao was stunned for a moment, stood up, and quickly followed his steps.

He no longer needs emotional charity, nor does he depend on others for salvation. He will use all his strength to tear the cage in his heart by himself, strengthen his wings, and then follow closely behind the red shadow.

Birds will always be free.