The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

From a long time ago, he believed that any love needs a reason.

The father and mother who gave birth to them will love their children, because this is the crystallization of their love, and it is the flesh and blood of themselves and each other, so they will love.

No one is born good and evil from the beginning, but it will gradually change with age.

Although there will be separation and reunion on the road of life, there will be many unsuitable situations, but close relatives will always be the most solid backing.

They will feel gratified when you do good deeds, feel sad when you do evil deeds, and will never leave and wait for you, because they love you.

However, this is also limited to many people.

Will there be some other people who are destined not to be loved from birth.

From being abandoned by his biological parents at the beginning, to living on the streets, living by stealing and robbing, and then living day and night where people are chasing and beating him, because of...

If you have not felt love, you will feel that there is no love in this world.

All be damned.

"Your child, your appearance seems to be a little abnormal, how old is this year?"

The thin and emaciated child curled up with a piece of dry and yellowish bread in his hand, nestled in the dark corner of the street and gnawed wolfily, and turned a blind eye to the huge black shadow suddenly cast from above.

After eating halfway, he suddenly reacted, quickly grabbed the rag around his neck and wrapped the lower half of his face in it, turned over with great effort, without speaking, closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep.

The tall man seemed to chuckle all over, squatted down, and said softly: "Do you want to be my apprentice?"

"What's the benefit of being your apprentice?"

"You can practice very powerful exercises, and you will be able to protect yourself from being bullied by others from now on. Well... Maybe you can find a solution to your fate."

The boy paused and said, "Okay."

protect yourself?

Not being bullied by others?

A way to change fate?

None of this matters.

The most important thing is to kill everyone here.

When the consciousness was hazy, a vague voice that hadn't had time to identify who it was gradually became clear.The voice was short of breath and seemed particularly anxious.

"Big Brother!"

Those who didn't know thought that someone was dead, and they needed to shout so nervously and loudly.

But also under that cry, Feng Chiling came back to his senses, and the tingling pain from his scalp also eased a lot now.

He lay flat on the cold ground and stared blankly at the sky, suddenly felt a slight tide on the soles of his feet, turned his head to look, and saw that the previous black pool dragon had turned into a pool of thin water, without any aggressiveness.

Before Feng Chiling could support half of her body, she was about to face Jing Wuyou's bear hug, which was neither light nor heavy.

His head hit his chest directly, and his arms clasped tightly around his waist like pliers. At this moment, Feng Chiling only said that he had truly experienced what it means to have a split liver and gallbladder.

Although the headache was not so obvious, Feng Chiling was still feeling uncomfortable and weak, and his body was wet and he had to be hugged tightly. This sticky feeling only made him bloody.

He pushed Jing Wuyou away with extreme disgust, and said, "What are you doing?"

For some reason, Jing Wuyou refused to let go, her voice became hoarse, and she nestled in Feng Chiling's lapel and said indistinctly: "When I fell, why did the elder brother use his body to block the blowing force? Momentum, I was really worried just now that you would not be able to wake up... I was really worried."

A damp heat spread from the chest area in an instant.

Feng Chiling: "..."

Is it tears or saliva?

Obviously he was the one who was injured, but now he is asked to go over and coax him, what is wrong with the world?

Feng Chiling was exhausted physically and mentally, and said: "Okay, okay, let go first, I'm almost out of breath from you."

Hearing this, Jing Wuyou really let go of his hand, and looked at Feng Chiling with tearful eyes and piercing eyes, with indescribable tenacity and a bit of anxiety in his expression.

Feng Chiling was amazed and asked, "What are you looking at me like that for?"

Jing Wuyou suddenly covered his hands again, causing his whole body to tremble in shock, and said sonorously and forcefully, "I can't repay you for saving my life twice, I only hope that one day I can do my best for you, brother, and die .”

Feng Chiling was dying in a daze: "——what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Senior brother!" Jing Wuyou was about to rush over, Feng Chiling put his palm on his forehead, and said sadly, "Don't touch me, the more you touch me, the more uncomfortable I will be, go away, go away."

When did this kid become so clingy?

Has he done anything earth-shattering before?

Feng Chiling was silent for a long time, and after thinking about it carefully, she felt that at the moment when the two of them fell down, they just hugged Jing Wuyou in her arms and landed on their backs. It's not a very touching thing, right?

With a cultivation base in the Nascent Soul stage, this small injury can only be called a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.

But obviously, Jing Wuyou thought too great of him.

Jing Wuyou said: "Senior brother, how is your arm?"

Feng Chiling glanced at the arm that had stopped bleeding, and said calmly, "It's okay, don't worry about it."

Jing Wuyou said again: "Senior brother, I will help you up."

"No, it's not that I can't get up by myself."

Feng Chiling really didn't have the heart to bear this kind of hospitality, she patted the dust on her clothes wantonly, ignored him, and stood up alone.

He raised his chin and looked around. The four walls were like steep cliffs, unattainable, and it would be difficult for someone who was not a master of lightness skills to escape.

It should be said that Feng Chiling is calm in the face of danger, or has a heart of Buddhism. He spread his palm, and the Suxue Sword hanging in the sky far away rushed down.

Within a certain distance of approaching the master, he suddenly slowed down, and finally lay down firmly in the palm of his hand, retracted the sword and walked calmly along the front with his hands behind his back.

Jing Wuyou hesitated slightly as he stared blankly at the graceful figure, then quickly followed and asked, "Brother, is it really okay for us to walk around like this without knowing what is in front of us?"

Feng Chiling twisted her neck, rubbed her wrists and said, "What are you afraid of, who will chop who."

Jing Wuyou lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then couldn't help sneaking a peek at him, after a thousand thoughts and hesitation, he asked: "Eldest senior brother, what was the reason why you didn't want me to use your sword temporarily?"

Feng Chiling said: "There is no reason, I just don't want others to use it."

Jing Wuyou lowered his eyes again, and muttered to himself: "Probably not."

"Okay, don't ask, hurry up..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

Feng Chiling: "..."

Jing Wuyou: "...Is that you, senior brother?"

Feng Chiling sneered and said, "How could it be me?"

As soon as the words fell, the dark fireflies lit up again, illuminating a few miles around.

The bottom of the pit is twists and turns, water and rocks are indistinguishable, and it is barren, not like a place where living things can survive.

But at this moment, a few breathless sobs and howling ghosts and wolves can be heard here.

Feng Chiling flicked her fingers casually, and the fireflies that were originally so quiet suddenly flickered violently, and the sparks jumped, instantly illuminating the surrounding dark stone walls magnificently.

A man in brocade clothes covered in mud was sobbing while holding a resplendent and golden sword in his hand.

He was covered in mud and extremely embarrassed, Jing Wuyou was not too surprised, and softly called beside Feng Chiling: "Second Senior Brother?"

Shangguan Yun first glanced at Jing Wuyou and Feng Chiling, sniffed his nose, then wiped it with his hands, stood up staggeringly, and then stumbled towards them.

Seeing him driving sloppily, Jing Wuyou immediately had a strange expression.

Shangguan Yun looked at Jing Wuyou with those dead fish eyes that were red from crying, then glanced at Feng Chiling, and said, "Why do you still want me to see you two when we arrive at the underworld?"

Jing Wuyou was stunned for a moment, Shangguan Yun continued to hold his head and said dejectedly: "Oh, even if I die, I don't even have a guide, and I can't see Huangquan Road, let alone see Lord Yan. The two people I saw, they will die in peace—"

"Snapped!"

"Ouch--"

Feng Chiling slapped him on the forehead, and said, "Are you sober?"

Shangguan Yun covered the back of his head and looked at Feng Chiling with a sad face, blinked his eyes a few times, thought for a moment, and said, "Is it really... Senior Brother? Third Junior Brother?"

Feng Chiling said in a bad tone: "Otherwise, you still think we are ghosts?"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Shangguan Yun's ears with his hands, and Shangguan Yun screamed immediately after being pulled by him, while Jing Wuyou chose to watch the play silently.

It was almost possible to hear how Feng Chiling gritted his teeth in panic from the tone of his voice. He paused every word: "Master asked you to bury the golden sword a long time ago, who allowed you to dig it out?"

"If you want to achieve something in your cultivation, you should start with the most basic things in a down-to-earth manner, instead of thinking about these things all day long. At least for now, you don't have the ability to use it at all."

Shangguan Yun complained in tears: "If it wasn't for you, senior brother, who made me unable to get off the stage in front of the master, I wouldn't use this brain."

When Feng Chiling heard this, she pulled even harder, and shouted: "You still have the nerve to say, if it weren't for you—"

During the speech, there was a rumbling sound from above, and a white-clothed female ghost named Bai Shan suddenly broke into everyone's sight from far and near, and with the sound of a broken skeleton, she fell heavily to the ground and coughed out a mouthful of black... Blood.

Seeing this, Feng Chiling walked slowly, gently helped her up, and said softly: "It's okay."

Although Bai Shan is a female ghost, she has an excellent appearance, and she is even more charming when she is injured.

As for her concern for Feng Chiling, she also said in a low voice with a smile on her face: "My lord, don't worry, Bai Shan's self-healing ability is quite good, and it won't take long for her to recover."

Vermillion's lips opened and closed, and the low panting sound was so sweet that it was hard not to be moved.

Feng Chiling sighed, and straightened her messy hair, her movements were extremely gentle and pampering, and Bai Shan also snuggled into his arms with a very reassuring expression.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Shangguan Yun at the side was stunned and dumbfounded when he saw such a strange woman of unknown origin. He stared blankly at Feng Chiling and Bai Shan in front of him, but his hands were shaking Jing Wuyou beside him, He murmured: "Hey, who is this? When did the elder brother know such a woman?"

Shangguan Yun didn't hear any response from the people around him. Shangguan Yun felt a little puzzled, turned his head to look, and was about to ask a question when a frosty face was imprinted in his pupils.

Shangguan Yun stared wide-eyed, swallowed his saliva, and tentatively asked: "...Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Jing Wuyou quickly adjusted his facial expression, closed his eyes, and said calmly, "It's nothing."

Your expression is not very friendly, hey, and why do you feel a little sour for no reason?

Shangguan Yun didn't dare to ask, followed his line of sight to glance over again, and saw Feng Chiling supporting Bai Shan against the wall beside her, with a light-footed demeanor.

He half squatted on the ground, with his back to Jing Wuyou and Shangguan Yun, without turning his head, he asked, "By the way, Wuyou, the glass shards I asked you to take before should still be on your body now."

Jing Wuyou stared straight at his back without saying a word, and the fists that were only slightly clenched became tighter and tighter.

... Is she so good-looking? Why doesn't she turn her head to look at me when she asks me something.