Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

Taking back his distraction, Qi Hanzhi sneered.

Xie Xingchen raised his head as he walked and asked, "Master, why are you laughing?"

"It's stupid and ridiculous to laugh at someone. When the enemy is alive, he has no power to tie the chicken, and a great revenge cannot be avenged. But when he has the power, the enemy is dead."

"Now, I will only transfer my hatred to myself so that I can vent my suppressed resentment for many years."

"Impossible."

Qi Han is cold-blooded and will never show mercy to anyone except Xie Xingchen. He will only laugh at the pain of others. He is a typical vicious villain.

Xie Xingchen wanted to know which unlucky person was laughed at by his master, and asked: "Who is...?"

"Yu Guyi."

Qi Hanzhi said lightly.

Xie Xingchen's mind suddenly shut down, turned around, and then recovered. Looking back at what Qi Hanzhi had just said, he guessed Yu Guyi's experience.

He said with emotion, "Elder Yu is also pitiful."

"Is he pitiful? Isn't my teacher more pitiable than him?" Qi Hanzhi asked back.

"The Manchu people were wiped out when I was a teacher, and he was just a Manchu, but now I have to hide in Tibet as a teacher. Why does he have the right to be pitiful?"

Xie Xingchen: "Master, you can't say that. Everyone in this world has something to be pitiful about."

He thought for a while, aren't everyone in this world the playthings of Heaven? For example, he himself, if God asked him to come, he had to come.

Qi Hanzhi was paranoid: "You pity him, why don't you pity me as a teacher?"

Please, why don’t I pity you?

Xie Xingchen felt extremely wronged.

When he heard the news that Qi Hanzhi had been arrested, the only one who was really worried about him was Xie Xingchen. Everyone was applauding and urging him to separate from Qi Hanzhi.

Xie Xingchen sighed and said considerately: "The most pitiful person in this life is my master."

When Qi Hanzhi heard the answer he wanted to hear, a smile filled his eyes and he said softly, "My teacher will also pity you."

Xie Xingchen vaguely felt that this was wrong, but didn't think much about it and walked towards the mansion where the original owner's parents lived.

The sky was gray, and a hazy mist enveloped the entire street.

The streets were wet, and moss grew quietly from the gaps between the stone bricks, hiding in the damp places.

Xie Xingchen and Qi Hanzhi walked into Xie's house according to the memory of the original owner.

The inside of Xie's house is the same as the outside. There is an aura of a lonely aristocratic family. The spider webs on the beams and the squeaking of mice are all visible.

Qi Hanzhi put away his umbrella and couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene. He really couldn't stand it anymore. He pinched the Qingchen Jue, but Xie Xingchen pressed it down.

Qi Hanzhi raised his eyes and saw that he was in a bad mood, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Xie Xingchen trembled, biting his lower lip, leaving marks on his lip due to the pressure of his teeth, pretending to be fine.

"It's okay, Master. It's just that my head is a little swollen."

Xie Xingchen suppressed his voice, but could not suppress the pain in it. His voice was as light as rain.

Entering Xie's house, there was always a voice tearing at his brain. It was most likely the original owner. The voices were various, some were sad, some were painful, some were desperate... the sadness was terrifying.

But Xie Xingchen couldn't hear clearly and felt uncomfortable.

Qi Hanzhi saw that he was not okay, he was a little angry, but more worried and scared, "He said he was okay."

He put his finger between Xie Xingchen's brows, and a steady stream of spiritual power poured in from it, but was squeezed out and never reached his mind.

Qi Hanzhi frowned, took back his hand blankly, and stared at his fingers blankly.

Useless?

How can it be useless?

Before he had time to doubt, his fingertips condensed into a blade, and he pointed it at his chest and stabbed it. The blood from his heart seeped into his white clothes, turning into a thick black color.

Qi Hanzhi poured his heart's blood into Xie Xingchen's drink.

He loathed the blood of his heart, loathed it to the extreme.

The blood in Dragon Clan's heart was black and dirty, as if he was always reminding himself that he was also a dirty, smelly bug in the gutter.

If he didn't have to do it, he wouldn't let Xie Xingchen see it, it was too ugly.