Fans of thousands of people respect him for cultivating the ruthless way

In the chaos of consciousness, I suddenly had a dream.

dreamed of his past life.

He grew up held in the palm of his parents since he was a child, and once felt that he was very happy, but this happiness was shattered after the birth of his younger brother, because he was not smart, his academic performance was poor, and his parents increasingly ignored him, while his younger brother was just the opposite. The younger brother is smart and beautiful, has top academic performance, is independent and excellent, and never lets his parents worry about him.

The year Feng Mosheng failed the college entrance examination and decided to repeat his studies, his parents were impatient. His mother felt that enrolling him in so many cram schools and hiring so many tutors would be a waste of money. After a good temper, he kicked him out, scolded him for not being the material for studying, and told him to find a factory to work quickly so as not to drag the family down.

It rained heavily that night, and he remembered crying, standing helplessly at the gate of the community, when a truck driven by drunk rushed over, he didn't know anything.

Then I saw the scene after my own death....

Later, the soul floated to the stars.

His current wish is to save enough data packets so that he can choose a pair of parents who truly love him in his next life.

Swish.

——It was the sound of rainwater hitting the bamboo leaves, and the cool wind poured in through the wide open windows.

The first thing Feng Mosheng felt when he opened his eyes was pain.

All the joints in the whole body seemed to be knocked off, and there were a bunch of people standing beside the bed.

Feng Lange was feeling his pulse, and when he woke up, he said, "I have used my spiritual power to remove the fire poison in your body, but because the poison has invaded your body for too long, your meridians have been damaged, and in the future, every time it rains on cloudy days, you will The joints are going to be painful, but some painkillers can help, so you don't have to worry too much about it."

As he spoke, a trace of tiredness appeared on that cold face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Xie Jiuqing said with concern, "Master, your old wounds are not healed, you should go back and rest first, and leave this place to the disciples."

After persuading others to follow suit, Feng Lange explained a few more words before leaving.

Feng Mosheng roughly guessed that the male protagonist woke up and explained the truth to intercede for him. As for Feng Lange, it might be because of his kind and cold personality or because he had promised Feng's mother that he came to help him heal his injuries.

But doesn't the other party know that he is going to die for him?

Before he could figure it out, Xie Jiuqing knelt down beside his bed with a "boom", "Master's suffering is all because of this apprentice, and this apprentice is willing to be punished by Master!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed three times, bleeding from his forehead.

The bright red blood meandered to the neck along the young man's flamboyant and delicate outline. The light-colored pupils were already indifferent and alienated, and the moment the phoenix eyes looked over with the redness hanging on his face, it seemed that a very sharp poisonous arrow had been thrown at him.

Feng Mosheng shuddered deeply.

For a certain memory fragment in his mind, the male lead knelt in front of him like this, with a sinister and ruthless expression, and bloodthirsty and madness in his eyes.

At this time, a thunderbolt happened to pass across the sky, his body and mind were shaken, and his thoughts came back, "You..."

He wanted to say that you should stop knocking and let me, a vicious cannon fodder, go.

But the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't speak. Just as he uttered a word, the blood in his chest surged, and he spit out a mouthful of turbid blood. He hurriedly covered it with his hands, but found that the amount of bleeding was beyond imagination, and the bright red blood flowed down his fingers. When it came out, it was dyed all over the skirt.

"You go out to the deity, the deity doesn't want to see you."

The severe pain in his chest caused by coughing made the corners of his eyes wet and red with tears. He gasped slightly while talking, and closed his eyes.

Oh, I almost forgot, the vicious cannon fodder should not accept any apology from the hero.

Xie Jiuqing hesitated for a while, "I have explained clearly to the elders that Master has already taken the analgesic pill when he was unconscious, and I will come here to serve Master to wash at night."

After a pause, he added, "I would like to go up the Dao Mountain and down the volcano to compensate Master in the future."

After speaking this long speech, the talent left.

Faced with the hero's gratitude to Feng Mosheng, Feng Mosheng only felt hairy in his heart.

Anything abnormal must have a demon.

This Xie Jiuqing has been OOC from the beginning of the plot, and he has not studied the reason until now. The OOC of a protagonist can extend a variety of plots with unknown directions.

is a big * trouble.

This rain is very strange.

In previous years, the rainy season only started in July, and this has been the case for thousands of years in Yunchuan. In fact, this kind of rain can be produced with formations, but no one will care about it.

There is a natural waterfall spring in the depths of the bamboo forest in Zhuxin Pavilion.

Because the bottom is connected to the spiritual mine, the spiritual energy is very abundant. The water mist transpires throughout the summer, against the emerald green, ethereal like a fairyland.

Standing on the big bluestone in front of the waterfall is a young man dressed in white as a disciple of Guiyizong. The wind rustled his robe, and the dense rainwater from the sky fell through the bamboo leaves and sank into his black hair. Disappear.

——It was Xie Jiuqing.

There was no trace of restraint and obedience on his face in the past, and he asked lazily, "Does that bastard know about the matter?"

Ying Nu lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly, "Reporting to the young master, Master Mozun praises you for a good job."

Xie Jiuqing sneered, "He's willing to move his mouth."

The shadow slave hesitated to speak, "No matter what others think of the young master, I will follow you to the death!"

He bowed his head and bowed deeply.

It looked like the rain would last for a while, and the sky was full of gray clouds, which seemed oppressive.

Xie Jiuqing didn't continue this topic, "How long will it rain?"

"Reporting to the young master, half a month."

"enough."

Enough to deepen his weight in Feng Mosheng's heart.

Wei Biji, a generation of devil lord, the leader of the devil way.

Speaking of a person, although he is poor in talent, he has high comprehension. He created the frightening "Essence Devouring Heart Method", and improved his own cultivation by absorbing other people's cultivation.

But in just over a hundred years, he has cultivated to the point of refining emptiness.

In the entire Yunchuan Continent, the only ones who can confront him are the hidden ancestors of the orthodox sects.

Before Wei Biji appeared, the Devil's Cult was a state of disunity and was always suppressed by the Righteous Way. After he appeared, he gathered all the members of the Devil's Way, practiced the magic soldiers and expanded the Demon's land.

He is vicious, indulges in lust, loves to imprison and kidnap beautiful women, and his first choice is the righteous way, which makes people unable to grasp it.

Because of his unhealthy style, he has many children, and Xie Jiuqing is the youngest and the one who is not favored.