The reborn master does not die

Shen Zerong didn't sleep peacefully. Maybe it was because he was thinking day by day and dreaming at night. He recalled too much of the past. When the roaring thunder came to his ears and merged with the dream, the scene of that day reappeared. Now, he was surrounded by people, forcing him to hand over the jade pendant on his body. Among those people was his most trusted friend, but now this friend is fighting him with swords. It's ridiculous to think about it!

In the dream, he has long forgotten that these things are all in the past, that he has been reborn, and everything can start from the beginning. He only has hatred in his heart, a monstrous hatred, and hates that he is not strong enough to kill these despicable people. A villain; I hate God for being unfair to him, and let him fall into such a situation where he was seriously injured and betrayed.

But he will not choose to compromise, let alone surrender to the enemy. He would rather perish with them, and would rather blow himself out of his wits and drag everyone to his back.If everything can start over again, no matter what kind of family, friendship and love, he will no longer believe in anyone, and no one will get close to anyone again. He can only use the sword in his hand to kill a bloody road for the journey of immortality. Kill the fairy!

The sky thunder rushed down like a thunderbolt, continuously falling from the huge vortex in the sky, almost turning the entire night sky into daytime, like a punishment from heaven, releasing powerful power that shook the heavens and the earth.But Lin Yifeng looked at all this in a calm manner, recalling the situation when this body suffered double lightning disasters, he was not very surprised by the scene in front of him.

Lin Yifeng wanted to continue watching, but he vaguely heard another subtle sound from the roaring thunder, which came from under his feet. He listened carefully and frowned. It's Xiaorong, what's wrong with him, did he have a nightmare?Lin Yifeng glanced at the thunder and lightning that kept flashing in the sky, maybe he was frightened by the thunder?

Thinking of this, his whole body had already floated down to the ground, and through the closed door, the roar of thunder weakened a lot, and the child's raving sound became more obvious.

"I'm going to kill... kill you..."

"Die, die to me... die!"

"Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong..."

Lin Yifeng called him softly, and opened the curtain beside the bed to look in, and saw the little guy closed his eyes tightly as if he was still in a dream, but his childish brows were tightly frowned, as if he was uncomfortable, and his teeth were clenched. It was biting and creaking, as if it was very painful and angry.

what happened to him?Had a nightmare?What kind of nightmare could make him suffer so much?

Lin Yifeng took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the little guy's forehead, and grabbed his little hand outstretched, the palm was also wet and sweaty, Lin Yifeng dried his little hand and planned to put it under the quilt, But he was grabbed by the other party instead, and a strong force came out of his weak little hand to hold his fingers tightly, which made Lin Yifeng feel a little pain, and only heard the little guy yelling vaguely.

"Cold, so cold..."

Shen Zerong felt very cold. He seemed to have returned to the day of the Lantern Festival when he was ten years old. He heard the sound of firecrackers, and the billowing smoke and flames engulfed his only shelter—home. Although his mother had died of illness, His father disappeared, and now he is the only one left.He stumbled and walked in the snow, his burnt cheeks were burning with pain, and the pain pierced his heart, but he couldn't cry anymore, because even the warm tears turned into a little bit of ice crystals.

The cold wind swept towards him from all directions and penetrated into his thin clothes, almost tearing him to pieces, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky piled up on his thin body, almost burying him.Soon the thin and small body lost the last bit of strength, and fell heavily into the snow, surrounded by snow, white ice and snow that could not be melted, dazzlingly white, without a trace of life, except for the snowflakes flying all over the sky, I could no longer see anything Color and living things.

He huddled tightly together, shivering from the cold, like a lonely and injured little animal, and let out a low painful whimper from his throat.

"Mother...Mother..."

It turned out that he missed his mother, and Lin Yifeng heard the low and vague call from the little guy's mouth, with deep nostalgia and sadness, feeling guilty, if he hadn't written his childhood With such a miserable life, he would not have encountered many changes at a young age and tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships.In the past, he was always influenced by the inertial thinking that his life experience was not tragic enough to be a male protagonist, so the life experience of the protagonist is always set to be more miserable, which is convenient to contrast with his powerful rise in the future.

So he should understand that the little guy alienates him and refuses to get close to him precisely because he has experienced those accidents, which left deep wounds in his heart, becoming easily startled, suspicious, fearful, restless... and the healing of the wound would take a long time.

Lin Yifeng hugged the little guy who was shivering as if he was cold, even though his forehead was sweating profusely and seemed a little hot, he pulled up the quilt on the bed and covered him carefully, hugged him with one hand, and patted him gently with the other. His back injected a gentle spiritual force into his body, soothing the restlessness in his heart and the restlessness and pain in his dream.

He said softly: "Xiao Rong, don't be afraid, Master will love you, love you, and take care of you like your mother in the future, and you will never be alone again." This is like a promise to the child in his arms, It's like a promise he made to himself.

Shen Zerong felt that he had fallen into a warm place and dispelled the cold around him. As if he wanted to absorb more warmth, he kept shrinking towards the place where the heat source came from. In reality, the little guy kept walking towards the forest. Yifeng's arms arched, as if he wanted to draw the whole person into his arms.

"Don't...leave me, leave me..." The vague ravings lingered in Lin Yifeng's ears intermittently.

Lin Yifeng gently stroked his back, and responded softly: "Master will not leave you, nor will he abandon you."

The little one in his arms finally calmed down, and his breathing became stable again. Knowing that he was free from the nightmare, Lin Yifeng couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, fearing that he would catch a cold, he wrapped the quilt around him tighter. The guy only had a small head sticking to his chest, and a pair of small hands under the quilt were still holding on to the hem of his shirt.

In the dream, Shen Zerong seemed to smell that familiar fragrance again. He didn't know where it came from, nor could he tell what kind of fragrance it was. The miraculous effect of being able to calm the mind calmed down the coldness and pain in his heart, and gradually his consciousness became erratic, and finally sank into a quiet and soft darkness.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems to be only a short moment. When Shen Zerong woke up from a deep sleep and slowly opened his eyes, his confused little head still couldn't remember the nightmare he had at night, but felt that he was curled up in the A warm place, not as soft as a quilt, subconsciously reached out to touch it, it was hard, but I smelled the same familiar fragrance as in the dream, elegant and warm, making people feel at ease.

He blinked his sleepy eyes, yawned, and seemed to want to sleep for a while, "Are you awake?" Suddenly a soft voice came to his ears, which shocked him suddenly. This voice was... He seemed like Thinking of something, the confusion in his eyes dissipated immediately, and turned into clarity in an instant, and he looked up suddenly.

"Ouch!"

Unexpectedly, the moment he raised his head, his forehead hit hard against a hard object, which made him groan in pain, his small face wrinkled into a bun for a moment, it turned out that Shen Zerong hit Lin Yifeng's chin.Originally, last night, Lin Yifeng was sitting on the bed and hugging the little guy. Later, when he saw that he was asleep, he was afraid that he would be uncomfortable sleeping in his arms, so he planned to put him on the bed. He didn't let go of his clothes, he was afraid of waking him up, so he hugged him and lay down on the bed together.

The little guy seemed to be very afraid of the cold, and got into his arms as soon as he lay on the bed, and refused to come out again. Lin Yifeng thought about it and gave up the idea of ​​practicing tonight, and pulled the quilt to cover him and the little guy. body, close your eyes and rest up.A cultivation base like him no longer needs to sleep, but seeing the little guy sleeping so soundly and hearing his slight snoring, maybe drowsiness can also be contagious, and he fell asleep without knowing it.

When he woke up, the room was still silent, Shen Zerong was still asleep in his arms, his face was even serene, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his little hands were still holding his lapel, Lin Yifeng saw his subconscious Li relied on him so much, he couldn't help smiling, feeling a sense of satisfaction as a teacher, reached out and touched his head, hoping the little guy could have a sweet dream.

Even though he was already awake, even though he knew it was the morning of the next day, he still didn't want to wake him up, and wanted him to sleep for a while, but the little guy woke up after a while, it seems that even if it made a noise at night, the biological clock Still on time.

"Let me see, does it hurt?"

Being hit by Shen Zerong's forehead, Lin Yifeng didn't feel any pain. Instead, he stood up from the bed, held up the little guy's face and looked at it carefully, there was a red and swollen spot on the smooth forehead, and his slender fingers gently brushed it , as soon as the spiritual power flowed, the redness and swelling disappeared quickly.

Xu Shi hadn't woken up yet. Xu Shi was very surprised to see his master appearing on his bed. He stared blankly at the person above his head, and let the other party hold his cheeks. Wisps of light fragrance came out of the sleeves, and the soft black hair hung down and slid down his cheeks, causing a hint of itchiness, which made him want to catch this mischievous strand of hair, as if even There was a hint of familiar fragrance in his hair, which made his brain slow down, staring at the beautiful face so close, as if he was obsessed.