After wearing a book, he had sex with Meiqiang, the miserable male second

Jiang Yan didn't tell anyone that he was able to make low-grade spirit talismans. His cultivation speed has increased very fast now. If he added the talent for making talismans, it would inevitably make people suspicious.

Early the next morning, he looked at Lian Qingyue who was meditating and practicing. The other party was still dressed in Tsing Yi, his closed eyes and the straight corners of his mouth revealed determination, and he exuded a sense of righteousness. The original owner's ferocious male No. [-] was put together.

Jiang Yan has not forgotten his promise to the original owner, to ensure that Master Jiang will be safe forever.And the plot in the book is that because of the heroine, Lian Qingyue brutally abolished his spiritual roots and hands, and became a pitiful cripple.

Although the book doesn't describe the aftermath of cannon fodder like the original owner, let alone Mr. Jiang's reaction after the original owner was deposed; but judging from the importance that Mr. Jiang attaches to "Jiang Yan", Mr. Jiang, whose precious son was deposed, will definitely not let it go.

But in the end, Lian Qingyue should not have suffered any injuries, because he was regarded as the key male supporting role in the early stage, and he had been safely escorting the heroine to the sect, which meant that Master Jiang's revenge failed.

And Master Jiang's current cultivation base is already in the foundation-building stage, which means that Lian Qingyue will break through in the near future, from the tenth level of Qi Refining to the direct foundation-building stage.

'Do you want to spoil the situation?If he didn't build a foundation, then Master Jiang would have a better chance of winning; of course, the best way is that the other party will not cripple himself. Jiang Yan was thinking, his eyes unconsciously staring at Lian Qingyue's handsome and resolute face.

The latter seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked back, as if saying that he could ask him to answer any questions, Jiang Yan immediately looked away unnaturally.

From the current point of view, Lian Qingyue is not such a cruel person. Although he is a bit old-fashioned, after getting along with him these few days, he can feel that his nature is not cruel. Maybe he was forced to abolish the original owner because of the way of heaven. maybe.

In addition, there is another way to save the plot is to kill the heroine, or stay away from the heroine.It is unrealistic to stay away from the heroine, how can the male supporting role have no intersection with the heroine at all.

But if the heroine is killed, the heroine Lin Muxue hasn't appeared yet, Jiang Yan doesn't know her character, and he can't do it if he sentenced someone to death for something that didn't happen.Besides, the heroine is protected by luck, so it is not so easy to kill.

"Oh, it's so annoying." Jiang Yan pulled his hair, thinking that the most urgent thing is to improve his strength first, without strength, all ideas are empty talk.

Lin Muxue woke up with a splitting headache and found herself lying on a dilapidated wooden bed, wearing a patched coarse linen shirt. The room was dark and damp, but there was not even a charcoal basin, only two thin damp quilts.

"Where is this?" She called out, but found that her voice was shriveled like an old woman's, hoarse and unpleasant.She struggled to get up, but when she saw her own hand on the side of the bed, she suddenly froze.

These are a pair of skinny hands, with a layer of hard calluses covering the fingertips, not at all similar to the slender hands she used to nourish with the best spiritual spring. The most important thing is that these hands are very small, no more than ten years old!

"How come?!" Lin Muxue tried to transfer the spiritual power of her body, but found that her body was clogged, the meridians were not opened, and there was no spiritual power at all!

Just as she was collapsing, she heard the melodious sound of the qin, and found that the natal artifact in her dantian—the Jiuxiaohuan Peiqin was still there, and she couldn't help suppressing the panic in her heart a little.

"Ahem, Xiaoxue, what's the matter with you?" Another woman's voice came from the bed. The voice was hoarse and weak, and seemed to be sickly, which startled Lin Muxue.

She turned her head abruptly, lifted the quilt on the bed that exuded a decaying smell, and a thin woman appeared in front of her.The woman seemed to be skinny and skinny due to years of sickness, with dry and messy hair hanging on the head of the bed, sunken eye sockets, shriveled and dull skin, and pale face, but her former beauty could be vaguely discerned from her eyebrows.

She kept coughing, as if coughing out her lungs, and the high and low coughing made Lin Muxue very annoyed.

She looked at the woman carefully, and when she saw the silhouette similar to her, her eyes froze, and an unbelievable answer filled her mind, is this woman who is about to die of illness her own mother?

This fact made it hard for her to accept, and the distant and humiliating memories hidden in her mind came flooding back.

At the beginning, she, Lin Muxue, wasn't the Huanyue Fairy of some sect, the number one beauty of Liuyun Sect, with rare aptitude for a full spirit body, but a humble concubine from a small family, a trash with five spiritual roots.

Her mother was a mortal singer who seduced Lin Feng, the young master of the Lin family, by virtue of her beauty, and married him as a concubine.

It's a pity that the color fades and the love fades, and the life expectancy of monks and mortals is very different. When Lin Feng was still very young, her mother had already had gray hair, so she fell out of favor very quickly, and was forced by the mistress to live in a firewood house. Same little yard.

She still remembers the contemptuous eyes of those humble servants. In order to please the mistress, she deliberately spilled the food on the ground and asked her to kneel on the ground to pick it up like a dog.

In the coldest winter season, the mother and daughter didn't even have a thick quilt, so they could only hug each other to keep warm.She still remembers that the bedding on the bed was always damp, and the musty smell accompanied her throughout her childhood.Like now!

Now, is it back to the past?

"Xiaoxue, cough cough, pour me some water." The woman lying on the bed interrupted her memory with a hoarse voice.

"Oh." A trace of boredom flashed in Lin Muxue's eyes, she got out of bed slowly, looked at the dirty and worn cloth shoes on the ground with distaste, and put them on irritably.Picking up the kettle with the missing handle on the wooden table, poured it into the teacup with the gap, touched it with his hand, it was cold.

"Here." She pulled the woman's arm to make her sit up, ignoring her painful face, put the teacup by her mouth and downed it.

"Ahem..." The corners of the woman's mouth were dry and chapped, she couldn't open her mouth wide, she was choked all of a sudden, but she didn't say anything. After drinking the water, she struggled to lie down.

Lin Muxue looked at the woman indifferently, without reaching out to help her.Hundreds of years of cultivating immortality have left her with no impression of her mother, let alone the friendship between mother and daughter. All she remembers is humiliation and the resentment of being trampled underfoot.

She didn't understand, why did Heaven make her reborn?Is it to let her experience the sad and humiliating past again?

At this time, a thunderous voice exploded in her mind, extremely solemn: "Lin Muxue, I am the heavenly way of this world, and I have noticed that the order of the world has been disturbed by the souls of other worlds. To reverse the order and bring the way of heaven back to the right path—"

"The soul of another world, who is it?"

"I don't know—you need to find out—"

"What's in it for me?"

"I will give you three ways of luck, and you can control everything at the critical moment. After killing the strange soul, I will give you a supreme identity and coexist with the world."

"Yes." After Lin Muxue agreed, the voice in her head disappeared, and then her right wrist was burning. She opened the sleeve, and saw three bright red marks on the wrist, exuding mysterious meaning. , then disappeared into the wrist.

"The alien soul..." Although Lin Muxue didn't know who the alien soul was, the most urgent thing was to get out first, and she needed a chance to make her mark.And at this opportunity, she looked at the frowning woman on the bed, and smiled slightly.

The next day, when Lin Muxue was decocting the medicine for the woman, she carefully put the gray vine she picked up in the yard into her medicine bowl, and then stirred it gently to mix it with the soup.

Relying on the knowledge accumulated in her previous life, she managed to find this common but undetectable poison. Once she ate it, the blood would be clogged and unable to flow, and it could kill a person within fifteen minutes.

She watched coldly as the woman looked pained after drinking the medicine, convulsed continuously, and finally returned to calm.She walked over calmly, took a breath, and it turned out that she was dead.

Lin Muxue took a deep breath, with a frightened and distressed expression on her face, she rushed out of the room and shouted, "Wuuuu, Auntie is out of breath, come quickly, come quickly and save Aunt—"

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two women rushed over, and when they found the woman dead, their faces were ashen.

No matter if it was a lowly concubine, she belonged to the head of the family and gave birth to a child of blood. If she was investigated, they would inevitably be punished.The most urgent thing is to report it quickly, so as not to be punished for another crime of deceit and failure to report, so he hastily called the maid and reported it to the owner of the main house.

"Which one is Wanniang's child?" An hour later, a man in charge came over.

"This is it, this is it. Manager Zhou, sit down first and have a sip of tea." A woman pushed Lin Muxue forward and replied flatteringly.

"No need, I will take this child to the inner courtyard to teach. I will trouble you to deal with Wanniang's funeral."

"Don't bother, don't bother, this is our duty. Manager Zhou, please go slowly."

Lin Muxue took one last look at the woman, then took Steward Zhou's hand, and left the nightmarish courtyard.

There was an expression of grief on her face, mixed with a trace of fear and confusion in her sadness, no one could have imagined that this child just cruelly killed her mother.

Lin Muxue knew that she had a chance. In order to make up for her, the Lin family will have a place for her in this piano music competition. She must find the best springboard in the competition so that she can get rid of this disgusting place of the Lin family as soon as possible. .

"Also, Brother Xie, wait for me—" Lin Muxue raised her lips slightly as she thought of the magnificent man who had sacrificed herself for her many times, "Since you loved me so much in the previous life, then this life may be an opportunity. I will try to love you, you will be very happy, right?"