I became my brother's cloud baby

It was winter when Junhua first discovered Wuzhi.

It was a border town, and the only inn in the town was crowded with many people. They gathered together, chatted and warmed up, and gave the visitors some warmth in this cold winter.

In front of the inn, Jun Hua was dressed in a white mink fur light gown. He was gentle and elegant, with the air of an aristocrat, and even the movement of opening the umbrella was a little refined.

He looked at the heavy snow all over the sky, and was about to go outside when the noise of several children came over.

Not too far from the inn, several young masters were surrounding a young man, pulling his tattered clothes, and even pulling his hair, cursing.

The boy who was beaten blocked the attack with his arm, and sometimes he directly grabbed the foot of one of the sons with his hands, staring at him fiercely with red eyes, biting his lips tightly, like a little boy preparing to attack. Wolf.

There was a valuable jade pendant hanging on the young man's chest, and the young masters clamored to grab it. In order to protect the jade pendant, the young man was beaten and rolled around in the snow several times.

The snow on the ground was pushed away because the boy fell, and then the boy's hand scratched the skin, and the bright red blood flowed down the thin hand and dripped into the snow.

But he quickly stood up again, clenched his fists and prepared to launch a second attack, but the moment he wiped the corner of his mouth, the wound on his hand healed at an astonishing speed.

Seeing this scene, Junhua's hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He had never seen such a person.

Seeing this, the young masters showed fearful expressions on their faces. They took a few steps back and ran outside: "Monster! Run!"

"Run, I want to go back and tell my dad!"

Only the young man was left alone to sort out his tattered clothes, and what was even more strange about this boy was that he, who was a little fierce just now, had regained his composure, and he didn't feel that he was being bullied at all.

Instead, he snorted as if he felt he had won: "A group of guys who are beyond their capabilities."

Even if he was dressed in rags, even if his body was covered with dust, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, even if he was besieged by so many people.

It didn't affect him at all.

This kid can still stand up and sneer at the person who bullied him just now with the attitude of a winner.

"Little brother." Junhua called to stop the boy, holding an umbrella to cover some snow for the boy.

The young man paused.

Jun Hua sized up the young man, and his eyes finally fell on the rare jade pendant on the young man's chest. His expression changed as he looked at the jade pendant, and he finally said, "Are you called...Wu Zhi?"

Hearing the words, he looked at Junhua, and after watching for a while, he turned and walked out, with a very disdainful tone: "How do you know?"

But before the steps could be taken, Wuzhi's stomach let out an untimely growl, Junhua chuckled lightly, turned around and bought a few buns and handed them to Wuzhi: "Take it."

The one who took the bun hesitated for a while, and finally took the bun: "How do you know my name?"

"Did your mother leave this jade pendant to you?" Jun Hua looked at Wu Zhi and asked in a low voice.

Wu Zhi's hand holding the bun paused for a moment. The jade pendant was given to him by his mother before she died. Mother told him that he had a third uncle who was quite famous in the fairy world and had a jade pendant similar to his. If there is no difficulty, you can take this jade pendant to find this third uncle.

Seeing that Wu Zhi did not speak, Jun Hua took out a jade pendant similar to Wu Zhi from his pocket, and he smiled: "Is your mother called Chu Wei?"

Wuzhi finally raised his eyes to look at Junhua carefully, and asked for a while, "You... are Junhua?"

"Exactly." Jun Hua smiled, Wu Zhi's mother, Chu Wei, was Jun Hua's favorite sister, a famous saint in the Three Realms, and enjoyed a high reputation.

But later the saint fell in love with a wolf, and the two gave birth to a son in dispute.

Just a few years ago, Wolf suffered backlash because of his cultivation. It was rumored that he personally killed his wife and children, and then fell off the cliff alone.

But now their son is still alive, and even has a special physique.

Jun Hua thought about it, and finally he looked at Wu Zhi with concern, and said softly, "Go back with Third Uncle?"

After a while, there was a ripple in Wu Zhi's dark brown eyes.

When Junhua took him back, he would teach him what to do and what not to do. He also used fairy techniques to cover up his evil spirit, concealed his identity, and recognized Junhua as his righteous father.

It's been a long time since I practiced, and all the elders with the highest cultivation level want to meet Junhua, the adopted son.

In the cloud-shrouded fairy palace, several elders with a sense of immortality sat in a pile and discussed: "The Immortal Junhua really has a kind heart. Before he got married, he adopted a mortal as his adopted son."

"It's a great act of kindness."

Jun Hua sat in the middle, took a few sips of tea slowly: "Elders, thank you."

Wuzhi is sitting next to Junhua, the former boy is now more and more handsome, his red phoenix eyes are sharp and slightly upturned, and there are a few traces of wildness buried deep in his facial features, which are two extremes with Junhua's gentle facial features.

Hearing these compliments, he yawned sleepily, and seeing Junhua frowned slightly: "Xiaozhi, how is your swordsmanship learning these days?"

As soon as the sword technique was mentioned, Wuzhi became excited, without any sleepiness: "You have learned it well."

"Oh? So confident?" An elder looked at Wu Zhi lovingly, "Do you mind giving us two hands?"

Jun Hua smiled, as a default, Wu Zhi casually pulled out the sword next to him, and danced under the watchful eyes of the elders.

The posture of the sword dance was extremely standard, the hem of his clothes was fluttering, and the sunlight coming in from the window behind him reflected on him, and the elders present were a little surprised by his extraordinary demeanor.

But after dancing for a while, the complexion of the elders present gradually became ugly, even that Junhua's complexion was not very good-looking, he put down the teacup in his hand, and interrupted: "Okay, Xiao Zhi, that's enough."

Wuzhi was a little confused, but obediently put down the sword in his hand: "What's wrong?"

Jun Hua suppressed the emotions in his heart and smiled: "It's already fine, you go down first, I have something to talk to the elders."

Wuzhi looked at Junhua for a while, bowed to the elders, and then retreated.

Suddenly the hall was extremely quiet, Jun Hua's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

He was wrong.

Judging from the various trends just now, his adopted son's aptitude is not even considered ordinary.

Even speaking, extremely bad.

In order to ease the embarrassment, an elder said: "Junhua, you should do a good deed. This child was originally brought by the mortal world, so I don't expect him to be very good."

"Yeah yeah."

In the chorus of everyone, Junhua squeezed the cup tighter and tighter, what do you know?

He has been secretly cultivating the strongest spiritual pet in the world in the pool of the abyss, and now he is only missing a carrier with a strong healing ability.

He brought Wuzhi back, and concealed Wuzhi's identity from the Three Realms. He felt that he had exhausted his benevolence and righteousness, so what's wrong with letting Wuzhi, a flesh and blood body, be used as refining materials?

He originally wanted Wu Zhi to practice his skills to improve his own cultivation for future use, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even practice swordsmanship well.

But Junhua thought about it, this is not a bad thing, he can use another way to cultivate Wu Zhi, and then throw it into the pool of the abyss.

Thinking of this, he loosened his hands, and smiled lightly at the elders present: "Yes."

Outside the hall, Wu Zhi was sitting leisurely under the tree. Although he didn't notice the strangeness inside, after practicing the sword for so long, he still knew it in his heart. He observed the disciples of the same school on weekdays, and he still knew that there was a gap between himself and them.

The disciples practicing swords at the side suddenly crowded together, chattering and looking out the door, and asked endlessly, "What's wrong?"

"You don't know, that's the young master of the Mo family, our senior brother, hey! I saw senior brother Mo today, and it's very difficult to see him on weekdays!"

"Young master of the Mohist family, such a big battle?" Wu Zhi replied indifferently.

"The Mo family? You don't know? But the head of the fairy sect, that background is quite strong! And I heard that this brother Mo has excellent aptitude, but he is the proud son of heaven!"

During the discussion, a young man in white came to the door. He wore a neat waist-length ponytail, and his brows were full of heroism. Most of them are adults, but they are respectful to him.

A junior sister next to him stared at the white-clothed boy with bewilderment, and said happily, "It's Senior Brother Mo. I've heard about him for a long time. It's really worth seeing once."

Since seeing Mo Shang that day, Wuzhi has more opportunities to see Mo Shang, but Jun Hua always intentionally or unintentionally keeps him away from this senior brother.

Not only that, but Junhua didn't care too much about Wu Zhi.

It was winter, Wu Zhi was lazily warming up in front of the stove, when suddenly the door was pushed open, and Jun Hua stood at the door in fox fur: "Xiao Zhi, I'll take you to a place."

Wu Zhi, who had been neglected for a long time, was of course happy in his heart, he couldn't care about anything else except being happy, so he went with Jun Hua with a warm lamp.

That place was dark and cold, with cold iron chains hanging on the wall, the damp air exuded a rotten smell, and the moonlight came in with a chill, piercing endless brain pains.

The sound of closing the door suddenly echoed in the dungeon, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.

There was a rustling sound outside the window, the footsteps stopped, and Jun Hua was standing behind him.

The dagger in Junhua's hand was set against the cold moon, a bit unhuman.

His cold blade touched Wu Zhi's skin, Wu Zhi was tied all over, unable to move, he could only watch the flesh on his body being cut off by the knife, and the warm lamp fell to the ground, staining the black ground.

After cutting off endless pieces of meat, Junhua actually called several spirit dogs. The spirit dogs smelled the smell and became extremely excited. They leaped to the pieces of meat and eagerly swallowed the meat.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wuzhi felt a tumbling in his stomach, a nausea in his heart, he kept panting, and couldn't speak.

I saw Junhua's eyes glowed even brighter, his face gradually became greedy, and he said with a smile: "It's so wonderful."

Under Junhua's watchful eyes, the uneven potholes where the flesh was cut off are slowly growing some small flesh. Seeing this scene, Junhua's laughter became even more arrogant. He stopped laughing and said in a deep voice : "It really wasn't wrong for me to adopt you."

Then there was only desolate screams.

Almost every day is like this.

His flesh would always grow out the next day, and then be cut off the next day and swallowed by spirit dogs.

The cellar was gradually no longer clean, filled with the smell of blood, dried blood mixed with fresh blood, mixed into a strange and disgusting smell, Wu Zhi was paralyzed by pain, he no longer knew what it was called pain.

Finally one day, Junhua stopped cutting his flesh, dragged him to another place, this place was completely different from the cellar, black mist enveloped the surroundings, even the flowers and plants were black, and there was a bottomless hole right in the middle. The black pool in the lake exudes a faint black light.

Then Jun Hua threw him into the black pool without any emotion.

Like a willow supported by the wind, he fell lightly into the black pool, and was gradually swallowed by the black pool.

What awaited him in the black pool was his habitual numbness, and the last thing he saw clearly... Junhua's greedy smile.

In the deep black pool, he gradually understood that everything in this world has to be paid for. There is no clothes to open mouth and food to stretch out hands, and there is no white pie.

This feeling caused him pain, but there was an inexplicable warmth in the pain, and a pair of hands pulled him out of the pool of the abyss.

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