[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

A hundred years, to a monk, is just a command room.

Although Huai'an is also a monk, no one is happy to be locked in the Palace of Heartlessness for a hundred years.

If it wasn't for the occasional little goblin who would come over to chat with him and relieve his boredom, otherwise Huai'an would have fallen into confusion and didn't know what to do.

Thinking of this, Huai'an rubbed his forehead wearily, thinking of what Bai Luochen said to himself before: "Stay at home well, don't run around, I will be back in two days."

Yesterday, Bai Luochen received a message from the head of the sect, saying that a certain spiritual vein in Baiyun Palace was broken, and he needed to come forward to rectify it.

Having said that, there was no precedent for Bai Luochen to come forward in the past.

At that time, Bai Luochen wanted to refuse, but after knowing what the headmaster said, Bai Luochen agreed instead, and seriously warned Huai'an not to walk out of the Palace of Heartlessness.

Huai'an didn't take this seriously. After all, he had been imprisoned in this place for a whole hundred years. No matter how much passion he had worn away, he was surrounded by endless despair. Sometimes, he even had the idea of ​​accepting his fate.

The young man rubbed his forehead wearily. The goblins outside the house were chattering. Hearing their noisy and cute voices with a milky sound, his heart was slightly relieved.

"An'an doesn't seem happy~ How about we go and play with An'an?"

"But His Majesty said that we are not allowed to find An An...QAQ"

"It's okay, we'll look for it secretly, anyway, His Majesty is not at home, hehe~"

"Spicy, I want to play with An An too!"

"An'an! An'an! Here we come~"

There was a knock on the door outside the house. Hearing the extraordinarily energetic voice outside the house, the gloom on his face dissipated a lot. He opened the door with a smile, and stretched out his hands to hug A Bao who had already turned into a human form.

Ah Bao was round and cute, about three or four years old, wearing a red apron and green underpants, and the two braids on his head looked very silly.

He pulled the boy's sleeve, raised his head and pouted, and kissed him heavily on the face.

"An'an, An'an, shall we go play?"

Huaian, who grew up with A Bao and the others, naturally knew what they were talking about.

It's just that as he gets older, the boy who has passed the age of [-] no longer wants to play the games played by these children, so he declined without hesitation.

"I don't want to play recently, A Bao is obedient, go find other brothers and sisters to play with, okay?"

"Can……"

A Bao blinked, he just came to Huai'an to relieve his boredom!

Huai'an also knew what they were thinking.

But he really doesn't want to play, maybe he would play with him before, but now...

Thinking of the freedom he lost, the light in the boy's eyes suddenly dimmed.

It was the gloom of the brilliant galaxy covered by a layer of black gauze, which gradually dissipated the starlight in his eyes.

Seeing that Huai An's energy that he had finally cheered up disappeared, A Bao tugged at his collar anxiously: "No! I want to play with An An."

The child twisted his body and almost rolled off Huai'an.

Huai An managed to stabilize him, lowered his face, and was about to scold him, but unexpectedly, there was a sound of the barrier breaking from outside the sky.

He looked up sharply.

I saw above the sky, the head of the sect's white clothes slowly falling down, the breeze blew the corners of his clothes, and the sleeves fluttered like a fairy.

He carried it on his back in one hand, and held the long sword in the other, his indifferent pupils moved slightly, locking Huai'an with murderous intent like frost.

The opponent's head and face were cut off with a sword!

The boy shrank his pupils, subconsciously threw A Bao to a safe place, and then hurriedly avoided.

But even so, the sword energy still sliced ​​through the clothes on the young man's shoulders, and the dripping blood submerged most of his body like a tide.

A Bao was terrified, looked up and saw that the sect master didn't speak, but slashed towards Huai'an with a sword, and subconsciously stood in front of Huai'an: "Master sect master, what are you doing!?"

The sword energy split Ah Bao's body without any hindrance.

Before A Bao even had time to create the defensive barrier, his body was cut off by the sword energy, and he fell into Huai'an's arms blankly, with doubts and questions in his clear eyes.

Huai An was slightly taken aback,

A Bao who was still acting like a baby with her just a second ago.

The next second, his body broke, and green sap-like blood splattered from his limbs, mixed with the blood falling from his shoulders, staining the white clothes on his body colorfully.

He looked up blankly at the master.

The head of the sect didn't seem to have expected it, he paused for a moment, couldn't help frowning, and fell to the ground without saying a word, as if he was thinking about what to do.

Huaian suddenly felt very painful.

Not heartache.

It's the insensitive pain of losing a loved one.

As if returning to the memory before the age of five, the silhouettes of the biological parents fell in front of the window, and were set ablaze again, howling, suffering, and also... at a loss.

He remembered.

I stood outside the house, listening to the voices of the villagers yelling for water, the voices of the people inside the house calling for help, and the sound of hunger in my stomach.

Just like at that time, he coaxed and lied to him to go home early for dinner a second ago.

But in the next second, the house turned upside down, the water ran out, his life was lost, and his parents were never seen again.

His hands began to tremble.

Huai'an hugged Ah Bao, whose life was gradually fading, and hugged his upper body tightly almost in panic and helplessness, and raised his eyes blankly.

He asked, "Why?"

The head replied: "Is there a reason to kill you?"

"Because you hate me?" Huai'an looked at him and smiled lowly: "A hundred years ago, you forced me to go down the mountain and live in the place where the servants lived, and made me suffer four years of humiliation."

"And now, you want to kill me again?"

A Bao in his arms turned into a broken wild flower, the withered petals were wilted, green blood gurgled out of the broken leaves, life faded, and death came too fast, so fast that A Bao couldn't even speak his last words. It was too late to say, only with doubts and bewilderment, he died inexplicably.

Huai An wanted to ask him: "Why?"

The head frowned, as if he had received some message, he raised the sword in his hand again, and took a step forward expressionlessly.

In the next second, countless little monsters rushed forward, pushing and yelling to fix the leader in place: "You scoundrel! Scoundrel!"

"Ah, don't hurt An'an!"

"Damn it! You killed Bao! I hate you! Huh..."

"Give us back Bao! Give us back!"

"Don't hurt An'an!"

The headmaster looked down indifferently, raised his foot indifferently, and kicked away the little demons around him.

"roll!"

"No! You are not allowed to hurt An An!"

The little demons who had been kicked far away rushed forward again.

Huai An regained his senses, and before he even had time to stop him, he saw a ray of light flashed by the tip of the master's sword, as if a god or Buddha descended, it suddenly plunged into the flower heart of one of the little demons.

An invisible wave of air blew up, and these little monsters surrounding the sect leader turned into broken branches and fallen leaves in an instant, and one by one withered and turned into ordinary plants and flowers, their spirits and wits were wiped out, and their souls were scattered.

Huaian felt cold all over.

He twitched his lips, and looked up blankly at the head of the sect: "Why?"

The headmaster paused, and raised his sword firmly again.

"You must die," he said.

"Because you are a demon."

The water stains passed over the corners of his lips and slipped into the young man's lips inadvertently, Huai'an was surprised that he had shed tears.

Tears were bitter, with a slight salty taste, he trembled his lips, and his voice trembled: "Just... because of this?"

Because... he is a demon?

But he...had never thought of becoming a demon.

why?

Huai An raised his eyes to look at the head of the sect, and suddenly smiled, with despair in his smile: "You are because of Master, right?"

The leader paused.

"Because Bai Luochen, you wanted to kill me, so you called me a demon." He murmured, "I am a demon..."

"Why did I never know that I am a demon?"

He looked at the master, trying to see a guilty expression on his face.

But he didn't.

He was confident and confident, with an indomitable aura, raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed down again.

This sword used three points of his strength.

The strength is not high, but it is deadly enough.

Huai'an closed his eyes and waited for a few seconds, but he didn't wait for the fatal injury. Instead, he waited for a faint fragrance, accompanied by a familiar muffled hum.

He trembled slightly with his fingertips, panic and uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart, he subconsciously opened his eyes to look, but saw the thin back of the man in Tsing Yi in front of him.

Uncle Qiongshu who has never bent down before.

He half knelt on the ground, spitting out blood, and bent his back.

Qiong Shu asked in a low voice: "What is the meaning of the head?"

The head said: "Clean the door."

"Nonsense! Huaian has never done anything to endanger Baiyun Palace, why do you want to kill him!?"

"Because he is a demon."

"Nonsense! He's not! Huai'an was brought up by me. I know best whether he is a demon, Master! Don't believe in nonsense!"

The head of the sect looked at him indifferently: "If you also stop, then even you will be killed."

Qiong Shu looked at the other party in shock: "Master!?"

The headmaster raised his sword again and swiped lightly.

The sword light split the sky and the earth, tore apart the space, carrying the opponent's strength, and slammed into the barrier set up by Qiongshu.

Qiong Shu knew that he couldn't beat the master, so he took out a teleportation card and handed it to the young man without hesitation, saying, "Run!"

Huai'an's pupils shrank: "Uncle Qiongshu!?"

What did he see?

He saw Qiong Shu's eternally pure and elegant face, like a torn face, revealing the roughness and brown of the trunk, occupying half of his face——

Qiong Shu sighed, stretched out his hand and patted the boy's head: "Hey, Huai'an, run away."

"Can……"

"I'll be fine." He said so, but a steady stream of green blood spit out from his mouth, turning into emerald green mist drop by drop.

No matter how slow Huai An was, he knew it was the other party's blood!

If the goblin's blood essence is gone, he will die!

Huai'an wanted to find the wound on his body in fear, and touched the man's shoulder tremblingly.

The next second, he tore off Qiong Shu's clothes in shock, and was astonished to find that the formerly strong and tall young man was now only skin and bones——

He panicked: "Uncle Qiong, Uncle Qiongshu, what's wrong with you... Tell me..."

He cried and asked, but Qiong Shu replied with a smile: "I'm fine."

"You run away."

"The farther you can escape, the better, and never come back, okay?"

The token in his hand emitted a faint light, and the power of space turned into a layer of enchantment to wrap the boy's body.

At the same time, the head seemed to have discovered that Huai'an was going to escape, and his face changed immediately, and he increased his strength.

The barrier clicked, making a crisp sound like a shattered mirror, accompanied by Qiong Shu's relieved face slowly disappearing before his eyes.

It was dark all around.

Huai'an staggered up from the wet ground, looked up at the bright red blood moon in the sky, his eyes were empty.

He saw it.

See Qiong Shu's broken face.

I also felt that there was still warm blood on his face when he splashed it.

He also saw the anxiety and irritability stained under the head's cold face.

Huai'an laughed in a low voice, and let out a heart-piercing laugh.

"I am a demon."

"I'm a demon...hahahaha..."

One sound, one sound hoarse.

The author has something to say

Qiong Shu: Fell to the street.

A Bao: Fell to the street.

Little goblins: rush to the street.

Don't ask, it's really crazy.