people can be bullied

Mostly it was thinking day by day and dreaming at night, and that night I had a dream, or it was the concretization of the contents of the book.

In the dream, everyone shouted and beat me, running around like a bereaved dog.

After being enchanted, my eyes turned crimson, and my nails turned pure black, so that people could tell that I was a demon cultivator at a glance, and I dared not show my appearance that was different from ordinary people.Every time I enter or exit a town, I must wrap myself tightly to ensure that no one can see my face clearly.What's more, as long as there are people, there are my deadly enemies, unilateral deadly enemies, and I have never even met those people.

Either to offer sky-high rewards, or to do justice for the sky, they talked about me, filled with righteous indignation, and their morale was like a rainbow, wishing to catch me and get rid of me immediately.

If I want not to be discovered, I should avoid the crowd, as far away as possible, but I brought a small oil bottle——

A cub still suckling.

I don't want to eat or drink, but the boy is still so young, I have worked so hard to get him, so I am willing to starve him.I tried everything I could to fill the cub's belly, extract juice from spirit fruits, catch spirit beasts and bleed them, and even steal the milk of farm ewes and rich wet nurses' human milk, except for the milk of sheep, little cub He vomited whatever he ate, and even got sick.

The little cub has suffered all the way with me, starving all day long, but what can I do, I can't do anything.If possible, I wish I could breastfeed myself, but I am a man and have no milk, so I can only bleed him to feed him, which is also strange, the cub will get sick after drinking the blood of spirit beasts, but he accepts my blood very well.

I was so thin that I almost lost my shape, and finally arrived at my destination.

That man is upright and upright, an upright gentleman that I can't match, for both public and private purposes, choosing him as my candidate for Tuogu is the most appropriate choice.

I sent the little boy to his father.

Although there is no recognition of father and son, it can be regarded as a family reunion.

I know that he is the most cold-hearted and kind-hearted. Even if the boy's origin is unknown and his identity is suspicious, he will not ignore him, let alone treat him coldly on purpose. On the contrary, the boy will receive proper care, which is better than what I can give. Much more.

I put the little boy away, intentionally touched the restraint of that person, and hid my figure to see the person push the door out. His clear eyes swept over the place where I was hiding. I almost thought he had found me. For a moment, I His heart was beating like a drum, his eyes only stopped for a moment, he retracted his eyes, and looked at the little boy on the ground.

The little cub waved his little hand, talking in a 'babbling' manner.

He bent down to pick up the little boy, his face was cold and hard, but his movements were very gentle. He patted the little boy's back strangely, and I almost cried when I saw him.

I want to see the little boy grow up with my own eyes.

The little boy is very good, he is hungry and hurts, he just holds my fingers and hums softly, he doesn't cry or make trouble, he never makes trouble for me, but that day he cried hoarsely, my heart was like a knife, but still He made up his mind and left without looking back.

It's better for the boy to follow his father than follow me to seek his own death.

Getting rid of the small oil bottle didn't make me feel any easier.

The righteous way chased me more closely, and I hid in Tibet, panicking all day long, and finally I was on the verge of death, with no way out.

The moon was bright and the wind was clear that day. I was standing under the tree and staring at the monkey above. When I turned around, I found a circle of people.

I ran, ran in a daze, and finally exhausted, I was stuck in a dead end

Everyone came together, acquaintances were there, Bai Lian, Wen Heng, Qin Zheng, He Chong...a lot of them.

There are also some other people who are also well-known young talents and righteous men.

They called me, "the devil." They regarded me as a scourge, even though I was only a bone, and I was covered in tattered robes and a blunt sword.

Wen Heng's face showed pain, Bai Lian's face showed mourning, Qin Zheng's face was condensed, and He Chong's face was expressionless.

I laughed out loud.

then……

Self-detonation of spiritual power, death without a whole body.

I would rather die than be captured.

This is my last bit of self-esteem.

……

I opened my eyes, and the pain in the dream made my heart palpitate. My underwear was soaked in cold sweat, and my body was cold, and it took a long time for me to warm up slowly.

Pooh!What a broken book, talking nonsense all day long, causing me to have nightmares.

I will live a good life so that I will not be possessed by demons.