I traveled through the book and became a junior sister of a sect. The plot is decided by me.

In the misty rain, Meng Jia moved his fingers gently, and the long-sealed place in his heart was suddenly opened without any warning.

"You..." He only uttered one word, and suddenly felt like there was something stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter even another word.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he wanted to smile as usual, but in the end he failed.

After a long while, the voice smiled slightly and called softly, "Brother, long time no see."

After saying this, Meng Jia shuddered all over and closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear it.

"Why...why did you save me?"

"Save you?" His voice suddenly became sharp, and he laughed sharply. The sound of his laughter reached Meng Jia's ears. He was talking to himself like a monster. "It's really funny. Why should I save you? You want to die and I want to live. It's that simple."

After that, his voice was filled with deep resentment and sarcasm, "Does my brother think I'd be that stupid?"

With just one sentence, Meng Jia was brought back to that bloody night.

It was a small village close to the demon territory.

Flowers bloom in spring, butterflies fly in summer, the sun is warm in autumn, and the snow is full in winter.

It's a very... peaceful and tranquil place.

At that time, Meng Jia was not called Meng Jia. The people in the village were not well educated, so they still called him and his twin brother Meng Da and Meng Xiao.

"Brother, brother, I want that gourd, can you pick it for me?"

A childish voice sounded in his ears. Meng Da climbed up the gourd vine rack, raised his hands high above his head, and carefully picked the emerald green gourd.

"Brother is so awesome!" Meng Xiao was jumping around his feet, his big round eyes full of admiration. Meng Da was so happy that he lost his balance and fell headfirst from the gourd vine rack.

"Oh, brother!" Seeing that Meng Da was about to fall to the ground, he subconsciously hugged the gourd tightly and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew on his face, but the expected pain did not come. When Meng Da opened his eyes again, a man in a black robe in front of him hugged him with one hand.

"Kid, why are you climbing so high?" The pale-faced scholar smiled gently. Meng Da jumped off his arm nervously in an instant, grabbed Meng Xiao's arm, and looked at him vigilantly.

"You... who are you and what are you going to do?" Still holding the gourd in his arms, Meng Da was clearly born only a few minutes earlier than Meng Xiao, but he was taught to protect his younger brother and give in to him at all times.

So, the moment he met a stranger, he showed instinctive hostility and vigilance.

But Meng Xiao is different. He grew up in a fairy tale woven by his father, mother and brother. Suddenly he saw a person he had never seen before. He poked his head out from behind Meng Da, looking at him confused but curiously.

"You are so amazing, are you a god?"

The pale-faced scholar burst out laughing, squatted down and looked at Meng Xiaomeng at eye level, "You are also very cute, but I am not a deity."

Meng Xiao blinked his eyes, tilted his head and smiled, "But you are really good, so can you teach me?"

"Meng Xiao!" Meng Da shouted, "Don't talk to strangers."

"But brother, you also talked to strangers."

Meng Da pursed his lips and said no more.

"Little boy." At this time, the pale-faced scholar spoke again, "I really like you, but only one of you and your brother can survive."

The voice was gentle, but the words uttered made the two young boys' eyes suddenly widen.

"You...what do you mean?" Meng Da swallowed hard and looked around subconsciously, but he didn't see a single villager.

Then, faintly, there seemed to be a strong smell of blood floating in the air.

"Literally." The pale-faced scholar still looked calm and composed. "You would have died if you fell down just now. I saved you, so you owe me a life."

"Then I'll return it to you, but you don't hurt my brother!"

Meng Da stepped forward subconsciously.

"I just need a kid to play with me. You're too boring." The pale-faced scholar shook his head and looked at Meng Xiao with interest. "What about you? Are you willing?"

Meng Xiao only felt scared at this moment, and subconsciously grabbed Meng Da's sleeve, "I... I don't want to, what are you going to do?"

"Then..." The pale-faced scholar paused, "It's just a matter of life for life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pale hand reached out from his sleeve and grabbed Meng Da's neck with one claw.

In just a moment, the feeling of suffocation came over him, and Meng Da's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, "Help...Help!"

"Ahhh, you are a bad guy, let my brother go!" Meng Xiao pounced on him, like an ant trying to shake a tree, and his tiny fists rained down on the pale-faced scholar, but he watched with his childish eyes as Meng Da's expression became more and more embarrassed.

While Meng Da was still conscious, he heard a small voice with a crying tone.

"Okay, let my brother go."

When he woke up again, the turquoise gourd in Meng Da's arms had disappeared. He jumped up and found Meng Xiao no longer beside him.

"Brother!" Meng Da roared subconsciously, but found that he couldn't say a word. At this time, he belatedly touched his neck.

On the right side of the neck, the bleeding had stopped, but a deep bloody hole was clearly visible there.

When he lowered his eyes again, he saw blood all over his body, dyeing all his clothes red.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Meng Da ran in panic towards the village.

The usually peaceful and harmonious village was silent. Everyone lay on the ground with their backs facing the sky, staring with wide eyes at the sky that would never get brighter again.

"Daddy!"

"Mother!"

"younger brother!"

Meng Da fell to the ground, and the cold raindrops fell on his body. At this moment he suddenly realized that he did not seem to have a normal body temperature.

Such raindrops falling on his body did not bring him any coolness at all.

"What... happened?" Meng Da looked at the sky with lifeless eyes, and mechanically used his hands and feet to crawl out of the village.

Outside the village, there are immortal cultivation sects. They must know what is going on...

But he climbed and climbed, the rain stopped and started again, and he found that he could not climb out of the village.

Before he finally passed out, a girl in red squatted in front of him with a sweet smile and poked his face with her hand.

Next to her, there was a little boy standing with a turquoise gourd in his arms...he seemed to be her younger brother.

"younger brother…"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, the twinning technique has been accomplished."