Sick beauty why is he like this [rebirth]

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"Boom."

A faint sound suddenly sounded in Heart Lake.

Xiao Chongyan looked at the frozen Heart Lake in front of him, with a thoughtful look on his face.

The heart-questioning sword of the sword master of the western region sent him into the lake of his broken heart.

There is nothing here.

The land of the soul, which was once endless, was covered with a thick layer of ice, and there was no life at all.

The two and a half towering Sword Bone Mountains no longer exist, and seem to have merged together during the collapse, and now there is only one isolated peak covered in ice and snow.

As for the Wangxin Lake on the top of the mountain, naturally there is no need to think too much, it must be completely dry.

No, Xiao Jiu, and the ghost larva are now in Gu Jing's heart lake, and they are still very happy to change places.

But now Xiao Chongyan is in this heart lake, but there is only decay and death.

The bleak, emotionless white covers everything as far as the eye can see, as if there is only one color left in the world.

Depressing and scary.

Ask your heart with a sword.

Such places only drive people to the point of madness.

How should I ask my heart?

Xiao Chongyan quietly observed the ice under his feet, and took two steps forward.

"Da da."

The boots hit the ice with a muffled sound.

The ice surface under his feet was as silent as ever, without any change.

Xiao Chongyan continued to walk forward.

His face gradually began to turn pale.

With his heart lake shattered, he no longer has any spiritual power. The huge heart lake world is almost endless, but he can only walk step by step.

Xiao Chongyan lost his cultivation.

But his health was worse than any previous attack.

The chill invaded through the clothes, and the chill full of deathly silence directly acted on the soul, making his fingertips tremble involuntarily.

It hurts and it's cold.

The boots were soaked, and his legs seemed to be frozen to the point of loss of consciousness. He could only move forward mechanically. Only the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow reminded Xiao Chongyan that he was still walking forward.

The avenue is so high, it is nine days away, and it is separated by thousands of miles.

The tiny ants can only crawl forward, risking everything to find a little bit of hope.

I don't know where I'm going, I've forgotten where I came from.

Only keep going.

Xiao Chongyan stumbled and walked, not knowing how many suns and moons had passed in the heart lake world, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have returned to the winter when it all started.

Weak, helpless, numb from pain, so cold that he lost all consciousness, but still retains the last bit of fiery heart.

He knew he was going to heaven.

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800 years ago, Donghuang Palace.

"Hahahaha, look at him!"

"Xiao Yi, you beg me, beg me to pull you up!"

"..."

"Hee hee, I lied to you."

"A monster like you deserves me to touch you?"

"Xiao Yi, you are not even worthy to kneel down and shine my shoes!"

"- beat him down!"

In the depths of the remote harem, there are almost no palace people coming and going.

However, the laughter of young people kept coming, revealing some kind of terrifying excitement and madness.

On a certain deserted cold pool, there are four or five teenagers wearing princely costumes riding a boat with spiritual power, calling for their companions loudly.

They waved the oars that were originally used for paddling water. Those oars were extremely heavy, but they were as light as nothing in the hands of this group of princes who had practiced since childhood.

"boom!"

"Wow!"

The teenagers who were boating in the cold pool were all glamorous and clean, but inside the cold pool, there was a thin figure who was soaked and struggling in the water.

It was a little boy in black.

The boy in black tried his best to dodge, but he couldn't avoid the oars falling from his head.

"boom!"

The heavy oars slapped the young man's back and slammed him into the water.

"Well--"

The painful □ just spilled out of the corners of his lips before being forcibly stopped. The pale young man showed no emotion in his eyes, just doing useless dodges quietly time and time again.

The ear-piercing laughter and wanton insults around him didn't shake his expression a bit.

Like a puppet that lost its soul.

And this gesture obviously quickly made those teenagers lose interest.

They pressed the back of the black-clothed boy's neck with paddles, pressed him into the cold pool, and threatened with a sneer.

"If you dare to complain to Xiao Luo, next time you will be hung up outside the main hall of the Hongyun Pavilion, so that everyone can come and see you, a monster!"

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After everyone had left and there was no one else in the cold pool, Xiao Yi slowly climbed up to the shore.

Bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it off casually.

He staggered into the woods by the pool, took out a neatly folded light gold robe from behind the bushes, and held it carefully in his arms.

Then he raised his head to identify the direction, and stumbled out.

Snow began to fall like goose feathers from the sky.

It is said that this heavy snow will last for three days.

The falling snow quickly covered the ground, covering Xiao Yi's footprints, and also erasing all the traces left by the unknown bullying just now.

But in fact, no one would care even if they were discovered.

The entire Donghuang Palace knew that the son of the deceased Empress Wen Yuan had been rejected by the emperor.

Xiao Yi was not even allowed to appear in front of the emperor.

His status is so noble, but people can bully him.

Xiao Yi's steps became heavier and heavier, his face was flushed, his breathing was heavy, obviously he had a high fever.

But even though his vision was blurred, his whole body was wet from the wind and snow, and his legs were so cold that he almost lost consciousness——

His expression was still calm.

Xiao Yi knew from a very young age that his body was different from ordinary people.

Because of being eroded by the magic breath, he is very weak and often falls ill, but he can withstand extremely high-intensity injuries.

After soaking in ice water for an entire hour like today, the back was repeatedly hit by heavy objects, and then walked back in the wind and snow.

If it were someone who was as weak as him, it would be almost impossible to survive.

Without the emperor's sister, he would not be treated by the imperial physician.

But for Xiao Yi, tonight is nothing more than falling ill with a fever.

Get over it, and it's over.

He's never been this way.

He is very clear where his limit is, and if he doesn't reach the limit, it doesn't matter.

He is used to this kind of pain.

Moreover, Xiao Yi always had a faint fear.

Everyone said he was a monster, a devil who should have been killed at birth.

But he has lived until now, without showing any demonic traits.

But Xiao Yi knew that there was indeed something deep in his blood.

It was something that kept him alive through his long illness and torment.

And he could vaguely feel that once that kind of thing got out of control, something very, very scary would happen.

This feeling is especially noticeable when he is emotional.

So Xiao Yi began to control his emotions from a very young age.

He didn't know why, but he only knew... He must never let his strangeness be discovered.

"Snapped."

It wasn't just that something was buried under the snow, Xiao Yi was suddenly tripped, staggered slightly, and fell to his knees.

"Uh--"

He subconsciously protected the robe in his arms, but suddenly turned his head and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

——Just fell on the robe in his arms.

A look of panic suddenly appeared on the boy's expressionless face.

He knelt in the snow in a panic, wiping the blood that fell on his robe with his hands.

Useless.

The bloodstains gradually faded under the snow water.

Rub more and more.

"Snapped."

Suddenly, hot water drops fell, and then more and more fell.

That was Xiao Yi crying.

In the boundless white snow, the young man in a mess hugged his robe and knelt on the ground, weeping silently.

His tears flowed more and more fiercely.

Xiao Yi, who didn't shed a single tear under such bullying and insult, cried out of breath because he soiled a piece of clothing in his arms.

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"Your Highness, why are you crying?"

In the silent snow field, someone suddenly asked softly.

An old man with gray hair came pacing with his hands behind his back, stopped in front of Xiao Yi, and knelt down to look at him.

"Everyone told me that Wen Yuan's children never cry."

The boy's figure froze slightly.

After a while, he raised his head. There were still wet tears on his face, but there were no longer sparkling tears in his eyes.

"Mr. Duan."

Xiao Yi spoke softly, his words were clear and calm, even though he was in a state of embarrassment and had just cried a while ago, his posture was as calm as if he was in a high hall.

"It's just because of yesterday's birthday, but I failed to keep the gift of the emperor, and I lost my temper for a while, which made Mr. Duan laugh." He said softly, with just the right amount of respect and alienation, "Please don't tell me about this matter. Queen."

The name of this old man who suddenly appeared was Duan Su, he was the head assistant of Donghuang Dynasty, and also the teacher of Xiao Yi's direct sister Xiao Luo.

But Xiao Yi seemed very strange to this old man.

Duan Su is no stranger to Xiao Yi.

He's heard a lot from his own students.

It's just that when I actually see it now, I still can't help but sigh in my heart.

The palace man was right.

Queen Wen Yuan's two children really can't cry.

They never cry in front of outsiders.

"Since that's the case, let me do a little favor to Your Highness."

Duan Su knows his student Xiao Luo very well, so he naturally knows how to deal with Xiao Yi.

Therefore, the old man no longer mentioned the question just now, but stretched out his hand to brush the light gold robe, and smiled slightly.

"Take it as a belated birthday gift to Your Highness."

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When Duan Su withdrew his hand, the robe was as clean as ever.

"Thank you, Mr. Duan."

There is no mistake in the etiquette of the young man's thanks, his expression is still calm, but the guard in his eyes has faded a little, and he is no longer as repulsive as before.

Duan Su sighed.

He thought for a while, and then asked, "Why do you thank me? I saw those highnesses bullying you, but I didn't stop them."

He thought the boy would hate himself.

But Xiao Yi shook his head and said softly, "I don't need your help."

"To Your Majesty, I am just a dispensable abandoned child, but if Your Majesty knows that you have intervened in the battle between the princes, it will definitely implicate you."

The 12-year-old boy said the word "abandoned son" frankly, as if he had no idea how shocking his words were.

"Mr. Duan, I know you are Sister Huang's teacher, but please don't tell Sister Huang."

When Xiao Yi spoke, his eyes were always calm and serene, but in Duan Su's eyes, they showed absolute reason and coldness.

"They treated me like this today, presumably because I lost to Miss Huang in the Taixue quiz a few days ago."

"I'm older than Sister Huang, and I've practiced longer, but I've never won. After losing, I'll just waste time and take revenge on me."

There was no emotion in the boy's voice, and when he spoke quietly, there was an inexplicable sense of aloofness for some reason.

"It's just a bunch of trash."

Duan Su looked at the young man in front of him, only felt terrified, subconsciously closed his heart, his spirit trembled slightly.

Obviously he was the weak one who was bullied and trampled, but the attitude of this young man was like a god who has always been in the sky, watching the ants under his feet wantonly provoking.

It seemed that he didn't resist, just because he didn't think it was necessary.

How could the gods care about every move of the ants?

Duan Su took a deep breath to free himself from that terrible emotion.

He no longer looked into the boy's eyes.

Those black eyes, which were so deep that they seemed to have no end, seemed to be able to see through everything.

Obviously powerless, but awesome for no reason.

Duan Su was silent for a while, and finally said as if he had made up his mind: "Your Highness, do you want to go to the mountain to practice?"

His mind gradually became clear in Xiao Yi's eyes that suddenly lit up.

With this child's temperament, even if he is at a disadvantage now, he will surely have great achievements in the future.

None of the princes who frolicked on the cold pool could be Xiao Yi's opponent.

If Xiao Yi is allowed to grow up in the palace, Dong Huang's future will never be peaceful again.

He couldn't just watch this young man embark on the path destined to be dark and bloody.

Compared with intrigue in the court, this young man is obviously more suitable for cultivating Taoism.

Break away from the status of the royal family, enter the monastery mountain gate, and step on the road outside the world of mortals.

"Three days later, the peak master of Liuyun Peak of Luohe Sword Sect will give a lecture at Hongyun Hall." Duan Su said gently, guiding the young man calmly, "If you are interested in cultivation, you might as well go and listen."

With this young man's heart, if he appeared in the Hongyun pavilion, the peak master would definitely not fail to see him.

He was born for the road.

In the snow, the boy in black knelt quietly on the ground, his eyes suddenly burst into an extremely bright light.

It's like going around for many years, always watching with cold eyes, unmoved.

But at a certain moment, he suddenly saw the light shining into his heart.

This is where it all started.

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The author has something to say:

The beautiful, tragic and strong male protagonist is late but arrives

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感谢在2021-05-1922:06:18~2021-05-2022:44:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 1 cube sugar cat;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!