Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

In the deep valley, the sun is covered by thick shade, and the place where the sun never reaches is full of poisonous weeds and demon flowers.

Lang Yanshu carefully followed the route in his memory, and walked step by step into the depths of the jungle. Occasionally, a small beast covered in poison would pass by before him, sensing the unkind aura on him, he would run away without a trace.

In the distance grows a black and distorted strange tree. The leaves of that tree are sharp and can stab people to bloody flesh. The sap of the tree is poisonous and penetrates deep into the bone marrow. .

A man hangs from a branch of a tree.

A comatose Shen Mojue.

Lang Yanshu was not worried, he just walked under the tree and looked up at Shen Mojue.The Tianji sword was hung on Shen Mojue's waist, and a faint light overflowed from his whole body, protecting Shen Mojue from harm.

But Shen Mojue was still poisoned. If this kind of poison had been left in his previous life, Lang Yanshu might be in a hurry, but now he is not in a hurry, the antidote formula is already in his hands.

He could save Shen Mojue from this catastrophe, and he planned to do so, but Shen Mojue's behavior really chilled him, the moment he crushed the jade slip, he suddenly remembered something.

When he was very young, he had rescued a spirit bird, which was a descendant of the ancient feather clan, a bird that loved freedom very much, with strong fighting power and high understanding.Many monks wanted to form a contract with this spirit bird, some were strong, some were coaxed, but in the end they didn't keep this bird.

He didn't believe it at first, and spent a lot of spiritual power to treat the spirit bird, feeding it every day, and even went to the East China Sea to find the seeds of the Dream Soul Flower in order to please it, just when he thought the bird was finally willing to get close to him, Woke up one day only to find the bird had flown away.

He foolishly waited month after month, but the spirit bird never came back.From that time on, he understood that if you love something, you must hold it in your hand in time, and don't wait for it to fly away and never regret it when it can't be found again.

But for Shen Mojue, after all, he was not willing to harden his heart. He thought that as long as he persisted, even the stubborn stone would be moved one day, but Shen Mojue still left, just like that spirit bird, without any attachment, just like that Abandon him in a lonely world.

No one knows how much anxiety and unease his world is filled with. The tragic death he experienced in his previous life is still vivid in his mind. At the moment of rebirth, he thought he could finally come back to life again, but someone told him that he was just living in one life. The supporting roles in this book are just supporting roles, living for the protagonist and all the established plots.

To live is to wait for death.Whether he is a genius or a mediocre person, death is his only destination. No one cares about his joys, sorrows, sorrows, and no one cares whether he has loved or hated.

Cultivating the Tao and becoming a fairy is an illusory dream, and even everyone living around him, he doesn't know whether they really existed, or whether they are just supporting roles in this book just like him.

Or, he himself has never really existed, and his long life is nothing more than a pile of words in yellowed pages.

He will also be afraid, hate, and unwilling, and even think about killing the protagonist, causing the world to collapse.Finally, he curbed this crazy idea.

He touched his heart, where it had been beating warmly, he had lived a real life as a person, kindness is human nature, even if he is a supporting role in a book, he also has his own parents and brothers, He loves them, but he has to alienate them because of his established destiny, but no one in this world can love them more than himself.

Until he met Shen Mojue, he had no way to destroy him as a character in the book.There are many people in this world, and everyone's fate is different. Wouldn't it be too ridiculous to determine the fate of everyone with just a few words? Besides, he will live a new life, and he will definitely not allow such a thing to happen again of.

He even began to have delusions, dreaming that he could hold hands with Shen Mojue for a lifetime, cultivate immortality and ask, and go to immortality together.

He knew that Shen Mojue had no intention of doing so, but he was hoping to impress him with his tenderness. Facts told him that delusion could only be delusion, just like that spiritual bird whose attachment to him was fake, just like in the previous life, he She thought she had brotherly love for Shen Mojue, and even sacrificed her own life for him, but in the end it was just an established plot.

All his affection is like a joke. When Shen Mojue squatted beside his bed and apologized to Yujian, that powerless feeling was like sunlight suddenly piercing through the cracks in the trees, and the ground was covered with mottled shadows. Can't deny the broken feeling.

Since it is going to be shattered, let it be shattered. Shen Mojue is just an illusory and distant dream. At that moment, he was thinking that even if this dream was to be shattered, it should be shattered in his arms.

Lang Yanshu stared fixedly at Shen Mojue on the tree, suddenly flicked his sleeves, brought out a ray of light, supported Shen Mojue firmly, brought him down, and floated in front of him.Lang Yanshu reached out to catch his body, looking down at his darkened lips.

tree poison.

He used spiritual power to protect Shen Mojue's heart veins so that the poisonous gas would not spread.The onset of this poison is very painful. If it was in the past, he would be reluctant to bear the pain of Shen Mojue, but now it is different. Shen Mojue is determined to abandon him. His tenderness and true feelings are nothing to Shen Mojue. Whoever softens his heart first Whoever loses first.

He has already lost once, and he will not lose again in this life. Immortals must become immortals, and Shen Mojue also wants to.No one can stop his footsteps, what small world in the book, one day, he will break all these ridiculous plots and create a new world, where is the real belonging and freedom Yes, there is no bondage, let alone destiny.

"Xiao Jue, let's see where you're going this time..." Lang Yanshu looked down at his sleeping face, and the corner of his mouth curled into an evil curve.The flying sword stopped in front of him, and he stepped onto the flying sword with Shen Mojue in his arms, and left the deep valley without looking back.

***

Shen Mojue felt that he was really unlucky. He had already decided to leave Fenglai Mountain, but he bumped into An Susu, was raped by Tianji Sword and became a sword thief, and was blasted off the cliff by Lang Yuncheng.

Fortunately, the Tianji Sword was reliable and protected him at the critical moment. Even so, he still fell and broke almost half of his bones. When he woke up, he felt as painful as if he had been run over by a big truck.

Shen Mojue lay upright on the bed and looked at the top of the tent. The cyan curtain was very old and looked old.The walls were made of blue bricks, and they were not painted or decorated with other things. Shen Mojue looked at the furnishings in the room in a blink of an eye. Except for the wardrobe, tables and chairs, there were almost nothing else in the room.

There is a potted flower on the window sill, it is blue, and the vines hang down long. Because of this potted flower, there is a faint fragrance in the room. It also disappeared a lot in an instant.

The outside of the house was restricted, and the powerful force blocked all possibilities of escape, not to mention Shen Mojue who was seriously injured now, even if he was intact, Shen Mojue would not be able to break such a restriction.

But I don't know who is under the ban.

Shen Mojue was thinking quickly in his mind, except for the Lang family, he didn't know many people in this world, most of them met by chance and never had close friendships, even if someone he once knew saved him, it didn't make sense Lock him up.But if you don't know him, why should you save him?

Shen Mojue was puzzled and couldn't figure out the other party's secret.The Tianji sword was placed beside his pillow, and Shen Mojue reached out and took the sword into his hand with difficulty. At this moment, the only wooden door in the room was pushed open.

A ray of skylight projected in, outlining the tall figure of the man, because his back was facing the light, he couldn't see the face of the man clearly, even so, Shen Mojue recognized him, and was shocked, his complexion changed several times .

In the end, Shen Mojue withdrew his expression, and stared at Lang Yanshu approaching him in a daze.

It was sunny outside, and the sun was shining brightly. Lang Yanshu walked from outside the house, and he seemed to have the smell of sunshine on his body.It was supposed to be warm, but Shen Mojue felt an overwhelming chill rushing towards him, maybe it was because Lang Yanshu's expression was too cold.

Such a langyanshu made Shen Mojue a little scared. He dared to conclude that the langyanshu must be so angry after hearing what Yujian said.

"Wake up." Lang Yanshu sat down beside him, holding a medicine bowl in his hand, and asked without any emotion.

Shen Mojue nodded awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, and called again: "Brother Lang."

At this moment, it's better to follow Lang Yanshu than against him.Shen Mojue is not a person with a particularly strong backbone, he will not take the initiative to beg for mercy, nor will he confront Lang Yanshu, he will always do things that are beneficial to himself in a more favorable situation.

So in the face of Lang Yanshu, his attitude will soften, and he will become obedient like a frightened rabbit.

Lang Yanshu took a pillow and put it behind him, helping him to sit up.

Shen Mojue was a little weak, and every time he moved, the pain pierced his bones. It didn't take long for his face to turn pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Lang Yanshu reached out to wipe off his sweat, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Mojue nodded weakly, looked up at his expression, saw that his face was still expressionless, and couldn't help but thump in his heart.

"Drink the medicine." Lang Yanshu stirred the bowl twice with a spoon, scooped up half a spoon, handed it to his lips, and said without emotion, "Open your mouth."

Shen Mojue obediently opened his mouth to swallow the medicinal juice, and suddenly felt overwhelming bitter taste rushing into his throat, so bitter that even his tongue was numb.Even so, he didn't dare to show it on his face.

"Bitter?" Lang Yanshu asked.

Shen Mojue didn't know whether to nod or not.

"Answer truthfully." Lang Yanshu's voice suddenly stern.

Shen Mojue was startled, his whole body shook, and he looked at him with a pale face, only to realize that Lang Yan's writing was as sinking as water, and his fierce eyes seemed to swallow him up.

Shen Mojue subconsciously called out: "Brother Lang..."

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye?" Lang Yanshu asked.

Shen Mojue was silent.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Gucheng Fuixue for throwing a landmine, hold an o(n_n)o~~