Save the world with a plot

The little monster in front of him is like a piece of fruit cake exuding an attractive fragrance, and is warmly inviting others (key object→Xuan Xing) to 'taste' it.

In just a few days, Xuan Xing, who had already deeply realized his bad luck, really wanted to bite this cute face and steal the opponent's luck.

But... just thinking about it this way, if he is really asked to 'eat' a monster that is favored by the heavens and the earth, he is really afraid of what will happen" Ga Beng gritted his teeth and then the blood flowed profusely, excessive blood loss, young years An early death' such a crap accident.

Don't think that he is overcompensating. Comparing the luck value between him and the little monster, this is definitely possible.

Luck is a kind of mysterious and mysterious thing. In short, it is the luck of ordinary people. It is like buying a lottery ticket. People with high luck value buy one and win 500 million, and people with low luck value buy it. A box is full of 'thank you for your patronage', how sad.

The specific mechanism of luck value remains to be studied. Meta-analysis of relevant literature shows that luck is equivalent to the favor and protection degree of heaven for a certain living body or a group of living beings.Most of the people have the same luck value, and the fluctuation is only in a very small range.However, a small number of people have very different luck. Those with great luck usually shoulder a certain special mission, or their actions cater to the will of heaven, and the merits of heaven. Those who act against the will of heaven.

——Project leader: Xuan Xing

In other words, those with great luck are younger brothers who work for the Dao of Heaven, commonly known as "protagonists", and those with unlucky luck are "sharpening stones" for younger brothers to practice, commonly known as "villains".

Although I don't know why the way of heaven in "Three Realms Supreme" is so strange, and it wants to protect a person who is determined to destroy the world, but this does not hinder Xuan Xing's extremely low luck value.

He didn't understand why there was so much difference in facial appearance when he obviously had the same face in his previous life and after time travel.

Previous life: Liuhe magic number, luck with the world.

This life: free from the five elements, with the appearance of falling into the sky.

That's right, Xuan Xing took a careful look at his current face in front of the water mirror, and the result almost blinded his eyes.

So at this moment, looking at the face of the little monster at first glance, it can be said that the long drought meets the rain. He turned his attitude 180 degrees in an instant, put the opponent on his hand carefully, attached his hand to the opponent's abdomen with the force of a spring breeze, and slowly released it. Spiritual power repairs and nourishes wounds.

The little monster was screaming and struggling at first, but then it groaned comfortably in Xuan Xing's palm.

Xuan Xing twitched the corners of his mouth, he didn't understand why this little fool was a monster, so he had such good luck, it was really unreasonable.

It's not Xuan Xing's racism, but monsters. It's like mortals are to monks, and small animals are to monsters. They have no talent for cultivation and have a short lifespan. Saying that they carry great luck is like someone telling you' Hey, hey, this little fragrant pig you raised will one day step on colorful auspicious clouds and become the savior (pig)' as nonsense.

After much deliberation, I can only attribute the problem to 'the way of heaven in this world is too strange'... not at all.

→If you cannot understand, it is not because it is wrong, but because you are too shallow. ——by Xuanmen Patriarch Grandpa with such an idea and full of exploratory spirit Xuan Xueba Xing walked to the edge of the ancient wood with the little monster in his arms, ready to study it carefully and make a master-slave contract at the speed of light, and take the little monster The monster completely tied himself to this thief ship.

Master's death, follower's death, the way of heaven should not let the little monster die so easily.At that time, my luck value must be doubled, and I will have a little bit of confidence in a hard fight with the protagonist in the future.

I don't know if he sensed Xuan Xing's sinister intentions, when he came to the foot of the tree, the little monster suddenly struggled like a big yellow girl about to be raped.

Xuan Xing folded his five fingers together to block the little monster from escaping, and was suddenly bitten on his index finger.

"Hiss—" Xuan Xing shook his hands subconsciously, and immediately wrapped up the little monster with more force after reacting, but the other party took the opportunity to escape first.

I saw the little monster draw a parabola in mid-air due to inertia, and knocked down on the thick and strong trunk of the ancient tree.

boom--

There was a heavy sound, and Xuan Xing's heart trembled suddenly, but don't just throw his lucky s to death like this. Hey, those with great luck won't die so easily.

Almost teleported to the ancient tree, just in time to catch the little monster that slid down the tree trunk and bumped into it, before Xuan Xing could breathe a sigh of relief, a burst of dazzling white light suddenly appeared.

White light shot out from the center of the ancient wood, and the stars merged into a sharp and sharp picture.

On the screen is a handsome young man in white, holding a long sword, swinging the sword from one end of the scroll to the other.

At the end, he suddenly looked back and smiled, his vigor faded away, and he was unparalleled in elegance, "My name is Shen Xiaolang, I have learned the Nine Heavens and Ten Swords Art by myself, and I can cultivate it to a perfect body.

Here it comes, Xuan Xing secretly said.As described in the original book, the person in the painting started entrusting tasks like the npc in the game.

By the way, this senior Shen Xiaolang is a great power at the fusion stage, how could he fall here so easily? It turned out that when he was about to break through during the retreat period, he found his beloved wife died suddenly, and he went crazy in an instant. In order not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, he endured it Backlash is far away here.Not wanting to become an evil cultivator like a walking corpse and also lose his love forever, he finally gave up his cultivation base here.The last obsession was not being able to die with his beloved wife in the same coffin, so he left this sword formula as a reward in the hope that someone would bring his beloved wife's body to be buried together.

It is embarrassing to read a book, and it is even more embarrassing to face it directly.

such a pity.

Xuan Xingzheng nodded emphatically, "Senior, don't worry, I swear by my demons, I will live up to my trust."

After speaking, the person in the painting smiled gratifiedly, and the smile that finally got his wish turned into stars and light spots, dissipating in the world.

The sword move and the map of the location of the other party's beloved wife's body were reflected in Xuan Xing's mind like a white light. The towering ancient tree had disappeared, replaced by a frost sword standing in front of Xuan Xing's eyes, and the cold air hit his face come.

Haojun sword, a magic weapon that is not inferior to the protagonist's Saber Jun Xiaojian, was given to a harem by the protagonist in the original book. In fact, the most suitable for Haojun is of course the ice spirit root.

The master of Haojun, who else is he?

Xuan Xing jumped up, grabbed the sword in the air, Hao Jun vibrated, and a chilly breath invaded his whole body along the hilt of the sword, Xuan Xing was frozen into an ice sculpture by the pouring cold air in an instant.

Xuan Xing: "..."

Obviously the protagonist didn't do anything, Hao Jun surrendered, why is it different when he comes to him, his cultivation base is much higher than the protagonist's Golden Core stage at that time, okay?

No amount of injustice can be appealed to, he must overcome Haojun's repulsive force.

The majestic spiritual energy poured out, and the powerful will pressed against Haojun like a mountain: surrender or die.

Xuan Xing's cultivation may not be able to control Haojun, but his strongest is never his cultivation, but his domineering will: If you don't accept it, okay, then we will burn everything together, I will die, and you will break your sword.

Hao Jun who received Xuan Xing's idea got stuck for a moment.

It was just this brief pause, Xuan Xing immediately turned from defense to offense, regardless of the frozen meridians in his body, he increased the invasion of spiritual consciousness, smashed directly at Huanglong in an instant, defeated all of Haojun's will, and forever branded his own mark.

At this point, Haojun buzzed and hummed, calmed down the frost and cold, and offered all the pride and loyalty of the famous sword of the previous generation.

"Woooooooo..."

Suddenly there was a whimpering sound in the quiet night. It turned out that the little monster was frozen by Hao Jun because Xuan Xing held it in his hands.

Xuan Xing came back to his senses suddenly, circulated spiritual energy, and dissipated the frost and cold.

Holding the sword in one hand, he let out a breath. If he was slower, his meridians might be damaged.

Shaking the little monster in his hand, Xuan Xing couldn't help but smile, "It's really lucky, thank you very much."

Thinking of this, like a domino reaction, he quickly thought of a series of previous situations.

The person in the painting mentioned just now that his Cannian fell into a deep sleep due to lack of spiritual power for a long time. Exhausted, he fell on the tree, and now it is speculated that his head hit the tree's heart.

Therefore, even if Xuan Xing lay at the foot of the tree for two months day and night, if he couldn't open the heart of the tree, it would be of no use.

In an instant, Xuan Xing looked at the little monster with subtle eyes, this kind of eyes is commonly known as 'envy, jealousy and hatred'.

This sour feeling of "I face the wall for two months, you open it for a moment"~

It's so discriminating.

This is bad luck, which makes people dissatisfied.

It's a pity that it's useless to be jealous, can he fight hard with Tiandao, suppressing the "sourness" in his heart, Xuan Xing tapped the tip of the little monster's nose, releasing spiritual power to warm the frostbitten little body of the other party.

After a while, the limp little monster turned over in Xuan Xing's palm, shook its hair, lowered its head and stretched out its wet tongue to lick the white index finger in front of it, the source of its warmth.

There was a burst of wet numbness, Xuan Xing was jittery, his scalp was numb, and he almost remembered that it was his luck that he didn't throw the other party out.

He quickly put down the little monster in his hand, and when he wanted to say something, he found that the monster couldn't understand what he was talking about with its intelligence.

Pursing his lips, he finally arranged a few protective circles outside and began to refine the Haojun Sword.

After putting the little monster at his feet, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Without a source of warmth, the little monster paved the ground a little irritablely, only to find that the person in front of him had his eyes closed indifferently.

It barked its teeth for a while, turned around and ran out, then stopped suddenly, and looked around vigilantly.

If Xuan Xing saw this scene, he would be shocked by the humanity and sensitivity of the little monster, because one step further, it would be the protective formation he had set up.

Seemingly aware of the threat, the little monster ran back and bit Xuan Xing's cuff as if venting his anger.

It's a pity that as the suzerain of Shang Xuanzong, Xuan Xing's expenses are naturally excellent, so how can he wear ordinary clothes?

Bite for half an hour in a daze, but there was no crack. The little monster's hair was blown all over, and finally...exhausted, it climbed into Xuan Xing's palm, found a comfortable position, and curled up. Little Tail started to sleep.

Time passed quietly, and three months passed in a blink of an eye. The little monster woke up several times in the middle, looked at Xuan Xing, wrinkled his nose, turned over and continued to sleep.

This night, August [-]th, is a very cloudy moon.

The little monster woke up quickly when the moonlight hit it, turned over, stood up, and jumped to the ground.

It gracefully walked around Xuanying several times on its short legs, its expression was indifferent and domineering, as if the king was inspecting his possessions.

Until its black cat-like body stretched a little under the moonlight, turning into a slender figure.

At the top of the figure, a pair of twinkling peach eyes on the jade-like face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, condescendingly looking down at the handsome and flawless man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

He bent down slightly, stretched out an index finger and gently tapped the tip of the man's warm nose, but the bottom of his eyes was cold, like ice that hadn't melted for a thousand years, it was shockingly cold.

Why are you still awake?

How can you still not wake up?

Since you are not awake all the time, since you cannot provide me with a heat source, what is your value?

Then... go to hell.