Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

The hand holding the Flying Star Sword trembled uncontrollably, a long and narrow bloodstain was drawn at the end of the young man's eye by the blow of the gravel axe, and the blood dripped down the clearly defined mandible.

"Tick-tock-"

The blood beads passed through the blood mist and fell on the broken stones, like a flower blooming to the extreme.

When Wen Chuyi raised his eyes to look at Chi Zhan again, his eyes were red, and the whites of his eyes were covered with tiny bloodshot eyes, his expression was like an evil ghost climbing up from hell.

"Damn you."

As if he didn't know the pain, Wen Chuyi raised his sword again to meet him. He was full of anger and hatred, and only wanted to kill these demons. Under the strong emotion, the pain on his body seemed to disappear. .

Holding the sword, Wen Chuyi felt that the Flying Star Sword was getting lighter and lighter until it became a part of his body, pointing in any direction at will, and his body seemed to have inherited the hardness from the Flying Star Sword, the ax energy could only cut through him clothes.

Chi Zhan raised his giant ax to block Wen Chuyi's attack, his thick eyebrows furrowed, keenly aware of something wrong with him, and immediately stepped back with his left foot, the heavy force caused his foot to break a drag mark on the lawn.

The giant ax pushed against the long sword, and in the gap of dodging, Chi Zhan quietly gathered a ball of demonic energy in one hand. He didn't expect such trouble at first, but he didn't expect this charged sword repair boy to fight more and more vigorously, which is really annoying.

Wen Chu first realized that the thunder and lightning wandering in the dantian of the sea converged in the long sword in his hand, and the thunder and lightning aroused the sky thunder floating on the clouds, only to hear a rumbling sound, and the thick purple-gold lightning shot towards Chi Zhan like a galloping dragon Come.

The thick black demonic energy collided with the purple-gold sky thunder, and the black cloud broke open, and the golden sunlight passed through the cloud layer like a golden arrow. Unfortunately, the cloud layer was always too thick, and the gap was quickly filled. , the daylight is once again blocked.

After all, Chi Zhan was one step faster in his attack. Although Tianlei severely injured Chi Zhan, part of the demonic energy still attacked Wen Chuyi.

The eyes of Chi Zhan, who was lying on the ground bang bang, moved slightly. If the devil energy entered the body and was not dealt with in time, it would destroy the foundation of the monk. Wen Chuyi's talent had already made Chi Zhan feel threatened.

As soon as Wen Chu swung the Lei Jun sword, he was a little bit out of strength, and he couldn't avoid the oncoming devilish energy. At this moment, a white figure suddenly rushed from the side, and the young man stood in front of him and threw him hold on tight.

If it weren't for being familiar with Zhou Yuyue's taste, Wen Chu almost had a conditioned reflex to raise his sword and slash at someone. Seeing him hugging him, and behind him was the raging demonic energy, he said anxiously: "Junior brother, let go!"

But Zhou Yuyue hugged her very tightly, just as hard as when they met.

Wen Chuyi couldn't push him away, he could only watch the demonic energy crash into his body, the slender body in his arms trembled, his slightly cool side face pressed against Wen Chuyi's neck, his voice was suppressed Painful, "I'm fine. Brother, go do what you want."

Zhou Yuyue gently pushed him away, her beautiful phoenix eyes pretended to be him, and she staggered back a step, but there was a faint smile on her face, as if telling him that she was fine.

Wen Chuyi's chest suddenly hurt. He looked at the young man for a moment, and finally passed towards Qianlong Palace. He pierced Chi Zhan's heart with a sword, and when he turned his head, he left a sentence, "Don't be afraid, junior brother, I will come right away." .”

After Zhou Yuyue left after Wen Chuyi, Qinghe's face suddenly darkened, her beautiful phoenix eyes lifted slightly, and the pupils of her eyes looking at Chi Zhan were as dark as a mass of thick ink that could not be melted away.

Realizing that the visitor was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, Chi Zhan: ...Damn it!

……

"The one below is your son too." Seeing that Mother Wen still refused to hand over the things, the Mozu casually threw out Wen An, who was useless, "As long as you give it to me, I can spare your son's life." .”

Isn't the human race most concerned about inheriting the incense, one has died and only the last one is left, or she cares more about her own life?

Mother Wen's attack was blocked, she stared blankly at the fallen body of her youngest son, she couldn't shed a single tear due to the great sorrow, her eyes rolled astringently, stumps were everywhere in her field of vision, blood stained the Cangyu Gate .

Mother Wen is a middle-level cultivator of the Golden Core stage, and if she wants to kill the Nascent Soul stage demon in front of her, the only way in her mind is to explode herself.

When Wen arrived on the first day of the junior high school, it was already too late.

A violent golden light erupted from Mother Wen's body. She hugged the demon tightly, her thin back was sunken by the demon, and her arms were scratched to reveal the bones. She turned her face to look at Wen Chuyi, Her pale lips were stained red with blood, she opened her mouth:

"Run away..."

The scorching air waves and bursting spiritual energy forced Wen Chuyi to take a few steps back, and the screams of the demons came from the center. The sound spread throughout the island, attracting the attention of other demons, and they dropped their hands. The dead bodies were rushed to Qianlong Palace one after another.

The aftermath of the self-explosion rippled away from Qianlong Palace, and the figures of the two people in midair dissipated, leaving no bones left.

Wen Chuyi was suddenly a little confused. Wen An died, and Wen's mother died too. His eyelashes drooped, and countless demons below rushed towards Qianlong Palace like a black wave.

……

Wen Chuyi didn't know how long the killing lasted. The flying star sword, which was stained with blood without leaving a trace, was covered with thick blood scabs. Except for a little green lawn under his feet, all other places were covered by demon corpses. piled up.

In order to help him, the junior brother attracted some of the firepower of the demons to go to other places, and now he does not know whether he will live or die.

But despite this, the Qianlong Palace was breached, and more and more demons rushed out from the gap in the sea. They rushed into the Qianlong Palace, and removed all the gold, silver and jewels.

Father Wen's body was thrown in front of him. That resolute and handsome man was tortured to death by the demons.

The crimson robe on Wen Chuyi's body has become tattered, and the flesh and white bones can be seen from inside. The massive loss of blood made his face look as pale as paper, and a little red on the bridge of his nose The mole became the only color.

He slowly stepped onto the hill made of demon corpses, looked out, his eyes numbly passed the demons rushing towards him one after another, suddenly, his eyes stopped, staring at the white falling from the sky The figure is the younger brother!

The black wave of demons was dispersed by a crimson sound. For a moment, it was unclear whether it was the original color of the clothes or the blood from his body that stained the clothes red.

The flying star sword chopped off one head after another, but it was not enough. Wen Chuyi's eyes were red, and his hands were completely killing with machines. He wanted to hurry up, hurry up, he wanted to catch Zhou Yuyue.

But the demons couldn't kill them all, so Wen Chuyi could only watch Zhou Yuyue fall into the scarlet sea, his eyes tearing open.

The sword light flashed and spattered warm blood. Wen Chuyi retracted the sword, feeling powerless like being torn apart. In the end, he didn't protect anyone.

He raised his hand to cover his face, his slender eyelashes were stained with blood, trembled slightly, and the water drops from the end of his eyes meandered all the way down.

The roaring and noisy voices disappeared instantly, and the sea breeze soaked in the smell of blood also stopped. Time seemed to be paused at this moment.

As if the photo faded, the colorful world instantly became only black and white, and Wen Chuyi, who was dressed in red, became the only color. He noticed something strange, and slowly raised his head, and saw two doors standing quietly in midair , one black and one white.

"Are you still worrying about your lack of ability to protect the people you want to protect? Are you still suffering from pain and anxiety because of your powerlessness?" An old and powerful voice sounded from all directions, with a vivid and full tone, full of cadences, fully mobilized Audience motivation.

"If you are willing to protect the common people in the world and accept the advice of an expert, please choose the white gate; if the common people in the world care about my business, if I want to leave, please choose the black gate." The voice repeated the black words on the wooden board.

Wen Chuyi looked away from the two doors. He looked at the ferocious demons around him, and at the churning black sea. "All of this...is fake, right?"

"Not exactly. The scene you experienced just now was predicted by us through your choices. It may be the future of you and this place, or it may lead to another ending because of certain things."

"Then, will the seal of Jiang Moyuan be broken in the future?" Wen Chuyi asked urgently.

"Yes, although I can't predict exactly which year it will be, but it must be within ten years." The old voice patiently answered his question

As soon as Wen Chu lowered his eyes, his body was clean, without a trace of scars, only the pain that remained in his heart. After a long silence, he asked, "Why me."

After a long time, the voice said: "Because He chose you."

As if he didn't want Wen Chuyi to ask more questions, he immediately said, "Okay, let's choose. All the choices are in your hands, and we won't interfere any more."

The surrounding people and things all dissipated like a wisp of green smoke after he spoke, and soon, this place became a pure white space, and the soles of his feet felt soft to the touch, which was the endless strange cloud when he first landed.

Wen Chuyi unconsciously clenched the hand holding the Feixing Sword, his lips were pale, and he looked up at the white door, "I choose the white door."

If this is the future, then he is willing to give everything to change; if this is their ending, then he is willing to give everything to bear and protect.

The white door descended slowly, without Wen Chuyi opening it, it opened automatically, revealing the scene inside—the empty palace, with twelve huge black columns standing quietly in place, and the Wanming lamps on the walls were all lit up, The golden-red candle flame flickered, like a monster opening its golden-red eyes.

Unlike the empty palace before, there were four people standing inside at this time.

Wen Chuyi has seen these four people before: the bully fat old man who robs civilian women, the fat old man's thug and granddaughter, the same young mother-in-law in yellow, and the sickly and beautiful man in Tsing Yi.

Wen Chuyi's expression was indiscernible for a moment, but he quickly adjusted his mood and stepped into the white door.

"My son! It's really my son's smell, I can't make a mistake!" The woman in yellow was very excited when she saw Wen Chuyi's expression, her eyes were hot. If the woman in purple beside her didn't hold her back, she might have died Fell on him.

If it had been before, he might still have the leisure to talk to her, but he had just experienced such a heavy thing, and the suffocation in his heart hadn't eased, so he pretended not to hear.

The fat old man walked up to him with his hands behind his back, looked him up and down, then nodded, and said, "My name is Xuyi."

"My name is Ting Qing, cough cough...sorry." The beauty in Tsing Yi maintained her sick persona, covered her mouth and coughed twice after speaking.

"My name is Aozhu, and she is Yunliu." The woman in yellow introduced herself enthusiastically, and by the way, she also introduced herself to the cruel woman in purple.

Wen Chuyi wrote down one by one, and said, "Hello seniors, junior Wen Chuyi."

These people just want him to protect the world, so no matter what they say, they should be standing in the atmosphere, not to mention that they have expert advice, so...

Wen Chuyi waited on the spot for a while, but he still didn't see anyone, so he hesitated and said, "... Excuse me, is the expert still on the way?"

"No," Ting Qingrou smiled, pointing to herself and three other people, "cough, it's just the four of us."

The author has something to say:

Wen Chuyi:? ? ?My cultivation base is low, don't you guys lie to me? !