The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Wouldn't it be nice if all stories had an ending?

Impossible, there are too many sorrows and joys and joys in the world, and sorrows and joys are not connected, and the world is suffering for half a lifetime.

The people below are already red-eyed, now it is meaningless to care about who is the devil and who is the right way, because Bai Lin clearly saw that a righteous way disciple drew his sword and stabbed the same disciple, with jealousy and resentment twisted on his face.

The system said that the disciple who died was more loved by the headmaster, that's why he suffered this catastrophe.

Whether the Demon Cult is wrong or the righteous way is wrong, the debate has completely lost its meaning. Now everyone no longer cares whether the other party is their own or not. Everyone is fighting alone, trying to kill all those who do not follow their own wishes.

Anyone who disagrees with me is an enemy.

"Be careful!" The stabbing pain in the back was accompanied by the strong wind, and the person who came up from nowhere suddenly drew his sword and stabbed Bai Lin, but was blocked by Mo Junyue's backhand, but he was still stabbed.

Mo Junyue kicked the man off the city wall with a flying kick, the blood dripping on his back paralyzed his heart, Bai Lin stood there as if he lost his soul, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

There was no time for them to think at all, more and more people climbed up the city wall, one or two would be fine, no matter how many Mo Junyue had, it was a bit difficult and gradually gained the upper hand.

It's not that Bai Lin doesn't want to help, it's just that he is imprisoned in place by something at the moment, all the memories are crazily stuffed into his mind, the roar like an explosion, and the scene where the blood flowed all over the ground in his memory.

Then he clearly saw that there was a sword stabbing at him, and Mo Junyue couldn't catch up, so he could only block him with his body, and the long sword pierced his body directly.

Blood dripped down, Bai Lin seemed to hear a voice, why, why did everyone look frightened and frightened?He opened his mouth, but couldn't even say anything.

The buzzing sound pierced the sky. Some people fell to the ground bleeding from their seven orifices, some people couldn't bear the sound and raised their swords to kill themselves, and some people were foolish.

"Stop, Song Bai, I tell you to stop."

Um?What voice is calling me?Who is Song Bai?it's me?

A figure of a young man suddenly appeared in his memory. He was dressed in rags and was small and thin. He was led by a tall old man with gray hair but steady steps.

"Will you go back with me?"

He heard the boy answer in a childish voice, "I am willing."

"Since you have joined my sect, you will be my disciple from now on. Your words and deeds represent my sect. When you go out, remember not to have disputes with others, and to insult my sect."

"From now on, you will be called Song Bai. Bai hopes that when you grow up, you will still be as kind as you are now."

The young man called the old man to be his master and followed him to practice. Gradually, his figure grew taller, presumably because the young man had grown up.

The scene changed, and it was the scene of the boy saying goodbye to his master and going out to practice. On the way, he met an interesting boy.

"My name is Mo Junyue, what about you?"

"My name is Song Bai."

"I think they are nothing more than righteous people, occupying the good reputation of the righteous way, doing things that the sneaky people don't even care about, how about we organize a group of brothers, who specialize in robbing the rich and helping the poor, how about a way of life for the poor? "

Mo Junyue, Song Bai, this is the scene where the two teenagers met, and it was also the beginning of their hesitation in ambition.