The Rebirth of Xue Yang, the Patriarch of Demon Dao—Original Author: Moxiang Tongxiu

Seeing Xue Dahai fainted, Xue Xiulin collapsed from exhaustion, with the dagger in front of his chest reaching to the handle, blood staining his front, Xue Yang felt as if his heart was about to burst, and rushed over to cover his mother's left chest tightly. The hilt of the knife, neither dared to pull it out, nor dared not to pull it out, panicked: "What should I do, mother, what should I do?"

Xue's mother was dying and said: "Yang'er, my poor son, mother is useless. From now on, you are alone, you have to take good care of... take care of you... take care of you... "

The moment a tear fell from the corner of Xue's mother's eyes, she swallowed her last breath. Her unclosed eyes were still full of sadness and worry about his child's future.

Xue Yang hugged his mother for a long time without crying, because he knew that crying could not save anyone, it would only make him weak and vulnerable. What he needed was strength, a kind of strength that could support him to live, this kind of strength It can be hatred, it can be hatred, it can be something that makes him change beyond recognition.

He wants to be buried with all the people in the world, that's right, no one will stay, since the world has abandoned him, then he will do something earth-shattering, so that the world will always remember him, dare not underestimate him, dare not to Bullying him, he doesn't want to endure a little bit of bullying from others. He secretly swears that he will pay back a hundred times and a thousand times the pain others inflicted on him. He was scared to death.

He picked up his mother's favorite silk white silk, gently covered her head, pulled out the bloody knife from her chest, and limped towards Xue Xue Going to the sea, he wants to cut the person who gave him flesh and blood into pieces, just like he did many years ago. Of course, he does not remember those memories in his dream, but some bloody images flashed in his mind , and Xue Dahai's miserable cry before his death made him feel as if he was copying the story that had already been staged. The moment he raised the knife and dropped it, Xue Yang felt himself being pulled by something.

Suddenly Xue Yang took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his eyes. He was lying on the black jade nightmare bed. Xiao Xingchen beside him was trying to wake him up. Just as he was about to get up and ask what happened, the black nightmare bed Suddenly, many white arms were stretched out to wrap around him, and he was dragged into the black quagmire of the nightmare bed.

He fell into a dream again, but this time he was not alone, because at the moment of sinking, Xiao Xingchen also flew to grab his wrist, and hugged him tightly in his arms, He kept comforting: "It's okay, everything is over, it's okay, it will get better."

When they opened their eyes again, they both returned to the scene where Xue's mother died.

At this time, Xiao Xingchen was leaning over and hugging Xue Yang tightly, and Xue Yang was still in his childhood form, but the difference was that they, who were in light sleep, clearly knew that all of this was nothing more than It's all an illusion.

Xue Dahai in the dream had already woken up. Looking at Xue Yang, he still wanted to yell at him, point fingers, and drag Xue Yang to teach him a lesson, but he didn't want Xue Yang to just flick his fingers, so Xue Dahai would Being knocked down to the ground and unable to get up, Xue Yang hooked his fingers again, and the dagger returned to him. After so many years, he still couldn't help but imagine cutting his father into pieces like he did back then. The irrepressible impulse makes it impossible to survive without madness.

Xiao Xingchen stopped immediately: "Xue Yang, you can't kill him, you promised me to be a good boy."

Xue Yang said angrily: "Good boy? Hahaha... You're so easy to say, you haven't suffered from others, don't persuade others to be kind, do you know what kind of life I have lived, what qualifications do you have to teach me how to do things?"

Xiao Xingchen: "If you really kill him, you will fall into a trap."

"trap?"

Xiao Xingchen then told Xue Yang the method of grabbing the Nisheng Fushi Pill: "If you want to be resurrected, you need to go back to a certain moment in the past through this door of life and death, and change your past choices or behaviors. If you kill your father like many years ago, history will inevitably repeat itself, and this is the result that Miao Chang'e wants to see with all her heart."

Xue Yang smiled charmingly: "History repeats itself? What are you hoping for? You want to rewrite history, and you want to bring back the people of Yicheng, right? Hahaha... our Daoist Xiao Xingchen is really I always care about the common people, you really make me feel a little disgusted..."

Seeing that Xiao Xingchen was silent, he continued: "Speaking of which, if I don't commit heinous crimes and kill people like hemp, then am I, Xue Yang, still Xue Yang?" He raised the knife again, "That wouldn't be me, wouldn't it? "

Xiao Xingchen said pleadingly: "No, Xue Yang, don't say that, I beg you, I know the bitterness in your heart, the reason you love sweets so much is because your heart is too bitter, you You don’t have to believe me, but I want you to know that I really want that poor boy Xue Yang to come back to life and live happily ever after.”

Xiao Xingchen knew that preventing Xue Yang from killing his father this time was tantamount to saving Xue Yang's life in disguise, because as long as Xue Yang didn't repeat the sin of killing his father in the past, Xue Yang's future fate would be rewritten. He would not be killed by Lan Zhan, and his resurrection would be hopeful. However, as a result of doing so, Xiao Xingchen himself voluntarily gave up the right of resurrection.

Xue Yang's face was serious, slightly moved: "Really? But..." He paused for a while, and then said again: "But, I really don't need it anymore. I used to walk all the way, struggle, I have been alone from the beginning to the end. I am used to the days when no one cares about my life and death. I also enjoy this feeling of being a devil. Do you think you can save me? You can’t even save yourself, idiot ..."

After finishing speaking, he swung the knife at Xue Dahai echoingly. Xiao Xingchen wanted to step forward to stop him, but he wanted to knock down the knife with a flick of his sleeve, but he didn't expect the knife to fly behind him, and the point of the knife was on the forehead of Xue's mother's corpse. Freeze at the first three inches, and then fall down.

Xue Xiulin's body moved slowly, the white silk covering her face slowly merged with her skin, and instantly revealed a faceless white face, no, there was still a big gash on that face , like a mouth but not like a mouth, all of a sudden overlapped with the blurred face in Xue Yang's dream.

Xue Yang said to the long-haired thing with shawls, bleeding hair, and blurred and pale face: "Miao Chang'e, you have deliberately acted out this scene, just because you don't want the Resurrection Pill to be handed over to others, and I'm actually not very I want that thing, but you shouldn't, you shouldn't be like my mother and tease me."

Miao Chang'e let out a scream, and said a little madly: "Why? What did I do wrong? What didn't I do well?"

Xue Yang said: "After we fell into a dream, when we met for the first time, you took the initiative to put candy in my mouth. The candy must be something you added to prevent me from awakening. Dreams are something ordinary people can break through. You have calculated thousands of times, but you don’t know that my biological mother will not give me candy again because she is afraid that I will have tooth decay. You will do the opposite when you see me and scold me once. How can you not What about wearing clothes?"

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