On how to turn a kind protagonist into a black lotus

"Still with you? Hahahaha!" Bai Yixu stared at him intently, "In this altar are the ashes of my mother-killing enemy, and you are the son of my mother-killing enemy. What do you think I will do?"

"Give it back to me, give it back to me!" Bai Zhaojun wanted to grab it, but was stopped by two other people.

The raindrops did not know when they had fallen, and they became more and more large, and they fell on the ground one by one, causing a chill to rise.

"That's right! After so many years, I finally resisted a little." Bai Yixu smiled, "This urn is so important to you, you must not be willing to hurt it, and you will definitely be sad... But, the more sad you are , the happier I am!"

As he spoke, he opened the lid of the porcelain altar.

"Give it back to me!" Bai Zhaojun wanted to break free, but he was pressed to the ground, and the muddy water stained his rags and stuck to his cheek.

Afterwards, he watched as the bursts of powder floated down before his eyes, and finally fell into the mud.

"Are you feeling bad now? Your heart hurts, right?" Bai Yixu threw down the porcelain altar, squatted down, and looked at him, "My mother was in so much pain when she died, more than you. As I said, you I will find everything that my mother owes from you."

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and amidst the increasing rain, Bai Yixu led the people away.

Chu Qingming saw that the progress value had already risen to one thousand! He hurriedly opened the Little House and found the upgrade pill, but just when he was about to press the purchase button, he suddenly stopped.

He couldn't help looking at Bai Zhaojun.

The moment Bai Zhaojun was let go, he sat up quickly, picked up the porcelain altar that had dropped a gap, and carefully wiped off the mud stains on it.

The ashes had already been washed away in the rain, Bai Zhaojun stretched out his hand, brought the muddy water to the ground, and carried them into the porcelain altar with great care.

There was liquid falling from the corner of his eyes, whether it was rain or tears.

Chu Qingming looked at his appearance, then looked at the progress value of exactly one thousand in the corner, as if he had made up his mind, he clicked on the interface.

Bai Zhaojun sat on the ground with the porcelain altar in his arms, blankly wondering what he was thinking.It's just that he suddenly felt that the rain on his body was gone. He thought it was sunny, but he didn't expect to look up and see a person standing in front of him with an umbrella.

"Who are you?" A trace of doubt flashed in Bai Zhaojun's eyes, and he stared blankly at him.

"I'm your patron saint!" Chu Qingming knelt down and put his palm on the ashes urn. Not long after, he saw that the muddy water inside had disappeared, and only a few ashes remained.

"It was washed away by the water, and the rest must be guarded." Chu Qingming wiped the water stains on his face with his sleeve robe, "I will guard you and make you a part of this world. The most powerful person. At that time, you can protect anyone you want."

"Really?" Bai Zhaojun looked at him and asked.

"Yes, so don't cry anymore, because you are Bai Zhaojun, the person everyone in this world should look up to."

Chu Qingming handed the oiled paper umbrella to him, smiled, "My time is up, I have to leave first."

"Then will you come again?" Bai Zhaojun quickly held his fingertips and asked him.

"Yes, I will always be with you." After Chu Qingming finished speaking, his figure gradually disappeared into the air.

Bai Zhaojun looked at his empty palm, and finally picked up the urn and got up and entered the room.