I was abandoned by the gods

When Xing Yue returned to the inn, the eight Chaoyang Sword Sect disciples had already fallen asleep.

Looking at their faces, for some reason Xing Yue remembered what the ancestor Wanmo said to him before coming to Chaoyang Sword Sect.

He said that the righteous way is no different from the evil way, they are all a group of hypocrites, who pretend to be dignified every day, who knows how many rots are hidden under the layer of gold and jade on the surface?What we do is no different from what we do, but in the end we have to put a high hat on it and stand on the commanding heights of morality.Then he said frankly, all of this is because of you, this face is really disgusting to the extreme.

Xing Yue smiled, thinking about what these Chaoyang Sword Sect disciples did before, what he said was really good.

Xing Yue was in a daze, but for some reason he remembered Xie Qingqiu's face.

His eyes will always be the flame of hope that will never go out, and will always be so firm and unstained.

If that person knows the appearance of the person he wants to protect with his whole life, will the inextinguishable fire in his eyes be dimmed and covered with dust from now on.

Xing Yue thought about it, but suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest, as if he had been injured by a sharp weapon.

Xing Yue was so painful that he broke out into sweat in an instant, this feeling was so strange, just like seeing Xie Qingqiu's smiling face under the sun for the first time, it was as strange as it was.

The pain came and went quickly, Xing Yue let out a breath, and immediately put on that hypocritical mask again.

The scarlet bloody right eye became pitch black again, and the black spell on the right face gradually faded until it completely disappeared on the face.

After returning to the sect, Xing Yue distanced himself from Xie Qingqiu intentionally or unintentionally, as if he had suddenly changed his gender. As long as he had time, he would perform missions with the disciples of Chaoyang Sword Sect.

Perhaps it was because Xing Yue concealed the incident very well, so he gained the trust of the eight Chaoyang Sword Sect disciples.

They drew Xing Yue closer to a fixed small group, and there were people from Chaoyang Sword Sect Jiufeng in it.

After Xing Yue entered their circle, he still maintained a smiling face, looking at the familiar desire in the eyes of these disciples.

Xing Yue smiled, and began to count their numbers, there were seven to seven 49 people.

In the next few days when he attends the mission, Xing Yue will pay close attention to every move of these people.

While observing, the smile on Xing Yue's face became colder and colder. No matter who these people were, what they did really opened his eyes.

And these disciples didn't notice this cold gaze, and they didn't even care that Xing Yue never participated in these matters.

In their eyes, Xing Yue has the title of Chief Disciple of Jiufeng, since he stepped into this muddy water, he must cover them.

Xing Yue spit out snake letters like a snake, and hibernated among these disciples, waiting for the time to catch them all.

The target of Xing Yue's first shot was the disciple who smelled of alcohol at the beginning.

He still remembered that the disciple noticed Xing Yue's killing intent and asked with disbelief, how can you explain to the sect after you are not afraid of mutilating the disciples of the same sect.

Xing Yue still maintained that hypocritical mask at that time, but his right eye turned scarlet like blood in front of the disciple, and black mantras immediately floated on his face.

Seeing the disciple's gradually terrified face, Xing Yue smiled, stretched out a hand and slapped himself suddenly, bleeding profusely for a while.

Xing Yue spat out a mouthful of blood, he smiled, when you and I were performing missions outside, we accidentally encountered the elders of the Demon Sect, but the difference in strength was too great, I could only run away with serious injuries, but you... I didn't keep it.

Xing Yue smiled, blood continuously flowed from the corner of his mouth, corresponding to his scarlet bloody right eye, making Xing Yue's face a bit more sinister and cold.

The disciple opened his eyes wide in horror, and before he died, he uttered the two words that Xing Yue was most familiar with——

monster!

Xing Yue smiled and couldn't deny it.

It is common for one or two disciples to die during missions, so no one paid attention at first.

With the first time, there will be the second time, in order not to let the first eight... no, now the seven people notice the strangeness.

Xing Yue did not continue to attack, but randomly selected people from that small group.

Sometimes he would call on people from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect to do it, and sometimes he would do it himself after finding the target.

But each time only one or two people died, and the number of Chaoyang Sword Sect's disciples was huge, thousands of disciples would attend different missions every day.

As long as it is a task, everyone is ready to die outside at any time, so as long as the person who dies is not a powerful person like the chief disciple, or someone who has connections in the sect, the upper echelon of Chaoyang Sword Sect will not pursue it. too much.

In addition, in order to get rid of the suspicion, Xing Yue would bring injuries all over his body every time he came back. Even if Xie Qingqiu came, Xing Yue would think of all ways to escape, and after the injury healed, he would lead Chaoyang Sword Sect again. The disciples carry out the task.

Over and over again, the number of people in that small group became smaller and smaller, and they were a little vigilant in their hearts, and they also restrained themselves in doing things outside, and stopped doing evil.

Even so, Xing Yue didn't want to let them go, after all you——

Not worthy.

You don't deserve to be put on the tip of your heart by that person!

Xing Yue grinned grimly, and then the faces of the remaining members of the small group appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Even the smiling mask that I have been wearing since I was a child has disappeared at this moment.

The heart is like stagnant water.

One of the remaining members of that small group is the only son of the head of the sect. If he is killed, the head will definitely investigate to the end, and even he... will never stand idly by.

After thinking about it, Xing Yue laughed again, but the strange pain in his chest swept over again.

Xing Yue frowned, clutching his chest tightly, this time lasted longer than last time.

Tomorrow will be the last time, and next... Maybe there will never be a chance to meet again.

On that night, Xing Yue wrote two secret letters, one was sent to Wanmozong, and the other was sent to Xianmeng.

After doing all this, Xing Yue sighed, and could not bear to look at that person for the last time.

On the second day, Xing Yue took the last few members of the small group to attend the mission, and then cooperated with the people of Wan Mo Sect.

Except for him, all the disciples were wiped out, leaving no one alive.

The ancestor Wanmo looked at Xing Yue, but he didn't expect that after a few years, he would still feel horrified when he saw that eternal smile again.

After these disciples died, Xing Yue could have followed the Wanmo Sect to kill Chaoyang Sword Sect.

But Xing Yue didn't. He still slapped his chest and vomited blood as he had done countless times before, and returned to Chaoyang Sword Sect with his seriously injured body.

You said that you want to protect Chaoyang Sword Sect with your whole life for Chaoyang Sword Immortal.

But you also said that you want to eradicate those monsters, so that the common people in the world will not suffer the pain you once suffered.

But now, the sect you want to protect is cruel like those monsters, harming the common people in the world.

If you knew everything, would the never-ending fire in your eyes dim.

I don't want to gamble, let alone gamble.

If your long-cherished wish is to protect the sect and protect the common people in the world, then my long-cherished wish is to protect your long-cherished wish, even if it is only a hypocritical appearance.

If you want to hate, then hate me alone!

But even so——

I still want to see you,

last side.

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Su Luobai opened her eyes blankly, but for some reason, this time was different from the last time she saw Xie Qingqiu's story.

The white light that appeared out of thin air did not disappear, but gradually shrunk, becoming a small light cluster lurking in his mind.

But Xing Yue still laughed like a lunatic, making Su Luobai feel unreal for a moment.

Su Luobai sighed, relieved the negative emotions that memory brought to him, and said with a little hatred: "Are you looking down on Lao Xie too much, it's such a small matter that you have to make it into a mess." This is how it is now? Don’t talk about the bitterness and hatred, and it’s still thankless, now when people talk about you, they can’t wait to tear you to pieces, are you satisfied now?”

The crazy laughter stopped abruptly, and the murderous aura was stronger than before, tightly locked on Su Luobai's body.

Xing Yue suddenly turned his head to look at him, but the hood on his head fell off because of the violent movement.

His scarlet bloody right eye was exposed, as well as the dense black spells on the right face.

Xing Yue almost squeezed his teeth out, and said word by word: "You... peeped into my memory."

The author has something to say:

Xing Yue's story is finally finished! ! !

I let out a sigh of relief, although it was a plot that I had thought about long ago, it was very difficult to implement the details, but I finally wrote it down.

In fact, I have always wanted to write such a story, probably because I read a lot of abuse when I was a child?

As long as it is the person who touches my heart, even if he is good or evil, or someone else can't understand, but when I watch it, I will always stop and think about the story of that person, what it was like when I was a child, What caused him to become like this, and after a few hours, he often found out that he didn't know what the book was talking about before, hahahaha.

Then I wrote about Xing Yue. Although I was stuck, I wrote it very well. I finally did what I wanted to do, and I feel relieved.

The follow-up of Xing Yue's story, whether it is jumping out and admitting that he is a traitor, walking with the people of Wanmozong, or how to drive Wanmozong to extinction, how to become the king of ghosts, I don't think there is any need to talk about it, it depends on everyone's imagination ~

I originally wanted to write sand sculptures, but in the end I wrote bitterness and deep hatred, emmmmm, I am guilty, let’s start the next chapter with a lot of sand sculptures, and then make a small ending to start a new chapter.