It was a cold, indifferent look.
"Mother... son."
Fan Xiu opened his lips slightly, confused and shocked.
Bright red blood stained the collar of his clothes and dripped down the sharp blade... The original owner took it all in, but slowly, cruelly, and almost gracefully pulled back the sword.
There were lightning and thunder outside the window, and blood was dripping from the three-foot-long sword.
The original owner's eyes were indifferent: "My name is 'Qingle', a cultivator from Shangyuan Sect. If you have the ability, you can claim my life in the next life."
My name is Qingle,
Monk of Shangyuan Sect, if you have the ability, you can claim my life in the next life.
Fan Xiu covered his chest and gasped for breath. Even his name was fake... He raised his hand, which was sticky and red.
The original owner's eyes passed over him lightly, he picked up the sword, walked out from beside him silently, passed by the shivering little tree demon, and swung the sword to kill it with an expressionless face.
Fan Xiu: “…”
His eyes were bloodshot.
"No!"
“Clatter…”
The heavy rain was still falling and thunder was rumbling in the sky.
In the small courtyard, the treetops were split by lightning, the carefully planted flowers and plants had already withered, and the green mountains in the distance were all dark... With a sword whistling, the original owner jumped onto the flying sword and rushed into the night without looking back.
The raindrops washed the smooth gravel road at the door.
The next day, the sky cleared up after the rain. The old servant Zhongshu staggered to knock on the door, only to find a miserable room.
The tall and handsome man fell to the ground silently, holding tightly in his hand the dry vine that had been split in two, and red and green liquids flowed all over the ground... Uncle Zhong fell straight back.
The original owner returned to the sect and successfully advanced to the Nascent Soul stage.
Under the leadership of the head master, he succeeded to the position of sect leader and became the new sect leader of Shangyuan Sect.
But Master forgot that the way of being ruthless means to cut off all emotions and love.
Killing her husband and son was only one of her faults. She also went on to reach Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Refining Void, Fusion, and Mahayana stages - the original owner committed treason and killed her teacher, attacked her parents, and during the battle between the immortals and demons, she disregarded the lives of her disciples and was determined to advance her cultivation and enjoy eternal immortality.
Xihe: “…”
This cultivator is a demon, right? He's already been possessed by a demon, right?
She had seen many ruthless monks, but this was the first time she had seen a monk who killed everyone around him.
The so-called supreme forgetfulness of emotions, 'forgetfulness of emotions' means being silent and emotionless, as if forgetting everything.
Be impartial and unmoved by emotions, and do not be disturbed by feelings.
Heaven is the most private, but its use is the most public.
Forgetting love does not mean being heartless, but being affectionate. Being affectionate does not mean being trapped or bound by love, and handling love with an open-minded and free-spirited attitude.
The original owner directly unlocked the literal meaning, cutting off love, messing up the relationship, making it worse... and using simple and crude methods to cut off the root of all troubles, which is unworthy of being a human being!
The most unbearable thing is that she actually became an immortal!
Xihe: "...Are you fucking crazy? What should I do now?"
Gouzi felt guilty and didn't dare to look at her. He grumbled, "I, I don't know either. I thought she was dead. Who knows..."
Generally speaking, the original owners of the bodies they entered were burdened with karma, and had to become animals and grass in the next life, so they had to come to the door. But this time, they became immortals!
What's the point of becoming an immortal? Even if I have to bear the consequences, will I be afraid?
I'm not afraid at all.
There is no need to trade with them in the hope of gaining a new life in the afterlife.
And according to Xihe, such people are worse than animals and should go to the eighteen levels of hell and never be reborn. But now... Xihe's mentality is a little broken. What should he do in this situation?
The dog hid in the corner and shivered. Emmmm, it didn't know either.
"My dear, there has been no movement. How about... you take the baby to bed and rest first?" Fan Xiu suggested.
Xihe nodded, turned around and lay down on the bed.
Her mind was a little confused now. To put it bluntly, what she and Gou Zi did was to go back in time, but immortals have their own magic methods. It was possible that the original owner, who was now in the Cloud Palace, was using a sky-viewing mirror to observe the outsider living in her body.
Xihe: ...It’s just fucked up.
It is understood that the master is a cold-hearted and merciless guy who kills without blinking an eye.
Now she was using her body to change everything she had done before. She didn't know if that guy would be able to sit still. Would he just run down and fight her?
At that time, the real thing and the fake will collide face to face.
Xihe: ...hiss, interesting.
Quickly preparing herself mentally, Xihe patted the bed happily, "Husband, go to bed and rest. There has been no movement for so long. Perhaps the thief got scared and ran away?"
Fan Xiu held the sword tightly, staring at the doors and windows. "No need, my lady, just rest in peace. I will be watching over you."
The rain was pouring down, the shadows of the trees in the yard were swaying, and lightning illuminated the entire room. The three-foot-long green sword was shining with a cold light, and the sword energy was so compelling that Fan Xiu could hardly hold it and could only barely hold on with difficulty.
The person who comes with such a weapon must not be underestimated.
Fan Xiu dared not be careless anymore.
Xihe blinked her eyes, feeling a little guilty. Okay, it was her fault.
She turned over, took the drooling little tree demon into her arms, and closed her eyes to sleep. The little tree demon could feel her breath and couldn't help but smack his lips, and arched into her arms, with a clinging posture.
When Fan Xiu looked back, his heart softened and he became even more determined to stay with his wife and children.
The rain was heavy and lasted for a whole night in Qinglan Town until the next day.
The sky is clear and the air is fresh, the mountains are green, and the town is shrouded in a thin mist. Every household opens its courtyard door to clean up the broken branches and leaves, vendors and shops are open for business, and the quaint and quiet town is gradually becoming lively.
In a small courtyard at the east end of the town, Fan Xiu suddenly woke up: "Wife! Xiaobao!"
Xihe pushed the door open and went in: "Husband, are you awake?"
The windows were wide open, and a three-headed little fellow was sitting on a chair in the yard, biting his fingers. Uncle Zhong was watching with a smile. A section of the camphor tree branches and leaves was split open, revealing the flesh inside. The withered flowers and plants had been replanted... The sunlight was shining brightly, and the scene was beautiful.
Fan Xiu was stunned: "Madam, last night..."
Xihe went to the closet to take out the green clothes and put them behind the screen without raising his head. "What happened last night? It rained heavily and I slept soundly. Did something happen?"
She tied up her long black hair, wore a plain hairpin and a cloth skirt, had delicate features and a faint smile on her lips.
Since you don't remember, just deny it directly.
Fan Xiu: “…”
He stared and looked at the ground subconsciously, but the sword was gone.
Xihe walked over with a smile and leaned over: "The baby is up, husband, aren't you going to get up yet?" The tip of her nose was less than a centimeter away from him, and there was a smile in her clear eyes.
Fan Xiu's breathing paused, and his pupils reflected Xihe's face.
Since he and his wife got married, they have never been in such close contact... His mind was blank and he forgot what he wanted to say.
Xihe's eyes gradually opened up to a smile. Although he looked serious, his temperament was very dull. He took two steps back and stood up: "Then you should get up quickly. The baby and I will wait for you in the yard."
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