This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

If a person's rebirth is just to repeat all the tragedies and pains, what's the point of this rebirth?

Wen Zhe came back to his senses in a trance, just a short moment seemed to have gone through three months, there were many plain memories in his mind, and every minute and every inch of his body was frighteningly cold.

Back then, when the human world and the demon world fought against each other, people in the demon world had no taboos. After the war, molesting local human women became commonplace.Later, even though the human world was victorious and the barrier between the two worlds was sealed, the damage caused by the war was still devastated.

Shemale bastards are just one of them.

The vitality of the fetus in the demon world is too tenacious, and sometimes the abortion medicine does not work at all.Some violently dissected their own stomachs and forcibly removed the children; some could not bear the humiliation and wiped their necks directly... Naturally, some women gave birth to children, regardless of the past, to raise them on their own, or find a remote place to throw them away.

Wen Zhe is a discarded half-breed.

Together with the orphans around him, he was raised in Tingmei Pavilion and served as a servant until he was 17 years old.Although he has been bullied a lot because of his status since he was a child, but after all, he has supported a small life.

On his 17th birthday, the pavilion master invited fellow Taoists widely, and held a plum listening meeting according to the rules of previous years.Because of the shortage of manpower, he was assigned to the outer hall to pass on things.The affairs of these immortal cultivators have nothing to do with him. At most, any immortal suspects his mixed-blood status and asks people to pull him down so that he doesn't get in the way.

However, a little handyman like him would be favored by a high-ranking monk.

The Second Young Master of Guanghua Sect nodded to him and mentioned it to the pavilion master. He was taken down, washed, changed his clothes, and taught him some things about the house with beatings and beats. , sent to the second young master's bed.

Guanghua Sect is a first-class sect with a deep background, even Wen Zhe, who has little knowledge, has heard of the situation in the world of cultivating immortals with "one sect, two palaces and twelve monarchs".

From the beginning to the end, there was no room for him to intervene in this matter.No one regarded him as a human being. In the eyes of others, he was just a half-breed that the second young master fell in love with, and he was just a thing that would get tired of playing for a few days.

Is there any difference between Wen Zhe, the jade pendant played with by Er Shao's fingertips, and the jade lotus picked off from Xing's head?

The Second Young Master Guanghua didn't think so, the disciples under him didn't think so, and the stewards didn't think so, so Wen Zhe had no choice but to think so too.

If it's just that, it's nothing.It's just that the Second Young Master Guanghua has some tyrannical hobbies in sex, and the people in the room often go in vertically and come out horizontally.Thanks to his mixed-blood physique, Wen Zhe was still panting after a month of suffering.

Er Shao was raised pampered since childhood, and has always been moody.After the end of the month, he suddenly changed his taste, and felt Wen Zhe's half-dead attitude, so he simply rewarded him as a disciple.

Maybe it was Wen Zhe's unlucky nature, although this disciple had no bad habits, he couldn't overcome the critical juncture of his practice for a long time, and he just got a new copy of the Furnace Cauldron Cultivation Technique.The disciple fell in love with his demon blood, so he simply tried it with tenderness, and it turned out to be very effective.

Wen Zhe was tossed like this for a month and a half, and almost all the blood of the demon race that could keep him alive was drained.

The way of the cauldron is originally an evil way.Becoming a demon is easy to enter and difficult to retreat.That disciple tasted the sweetness of crooked ways, and secretly learned a few sorcerers, just in time to make the best use of what is warm.In the last half month of his life, even Wen Zhe's memory was in a trance, and the only thing he could think of was the seemingly endless pain.

The pain came to an abrupt end with his life, and this was probably the most comforting moment in his life?

However, when he opened his eyes again and came back to his senses, it was at such a fatal moment.

He was kneeling on the ground in front of the outer hall, Second Young Master Guanghua pointed at him, and smiled at the pavilion master in a half-coquettish tone: "Uncle Qiu, this man is my favorite, give it to me."

Wen Zhe felt that the blood all over his body was freezing.

After Guanghua Second Young Master said that sentence, this matter has nothing to do with Wen Zhe.He is just a thing to be given away, no one will care whether he is willing or not, he doesn't even have the freedom to speak.

Wen Zhe had just escaped from the severe pain before his death, and his whole mind was weakened, and his ability to think independently was not complete. Ken let him go.

Wen Zhe almost subconsciously grabbed the thing closest to him, and with a slippery, snow-like sleeve, he begged in a weak voice: "Please take me down, take me down..."

Immortal cultivators certainly have keen eyes and ears, and this plea fell into the ears of those present without any objection.And after Guanghua Second Young Master made a clear statement to flatter people just now, these words were like slapping him face to face.

Seeing this scene, someone next to him sneered and shook his head, laughing at his self-control, and his ignorance of current affairs—even if he really heard that Guanghua had some eccentricities, he managed to survive, at least he survived to a certain extent However, as soon as these words were spoken, it was not easy for Wen Zhe to seek death.

What's more... this young man is also unlucky, why did he ask for this?

The man whose sleeves were pulled by Wen Zhe was wearing a cloud-white robe, and the fingers in the wide and wide sleeves were slender and graceful, and the color was like jade.He wore a white gauze hat on his head, making it difficult to see his face and expression clearly.

He wasn't annoyed at being pulled by his sleeve by a half-breed.A blue light flashed in those slender fingers, so fast that it almost seemed to be an illusion.The piece of fabric caught by Wen Zhe has fallen off his sleeve with the blue light, and from the beginning to the end, his footsteps did not stop at all.

Tuliu Wenzhe grabbed the water-like fabric by himself, his teeth were chattering and he raised his head, desperately feeling that he was colder than before, his whole body was about to freeze.

From Wen Zhe's point of view, he could see Guanghua Second Young Master's slightly sinister sneer, hearing Pavilion Master Mei's displeased expression, and the half chin of the man who rejected him just now.

The jaw seemed to turn in his direction, and it didn't seem to.The next moment, Wen Zhe only felt a chill on his face, and then the skin around his eyes became cold.He shivered subconsciously before realizing that the cool touch was the man's sleeves, and the icy temperature was the man's hands.

The man's hands are covering his eyes.

For a moment, Wen Zhe thought he was going to goug his own eyes.

However, the next moment, he heard a deep male voice, which seemed slightly hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time: "Master, Second Young Master, I like this child very much, why don't you send him to me."

Guanghua's second young master's expression froze: "Mr. Hua, although you are a senior, there is always a first-come-first-come-first-served basis in everything. I fell in love with this half-blood first. Jun likes it, I still have a few clean and well-behaved children, and I will send them to Hua Jun in a while..."

Hearing this polite refusal, the man's voice was still lukewarm, as if there was no fluctuation: "Mr. Guanghua is a lover, and there is probably no shortage of children who are suitable for eyes. It's rare for me to only see this one pleasing to the eye. I don't know, Mr. Are you willing to let it go?"

After all, the Second Young Master Guanghua was raised pampered, even if it comes to this point, he is still a little unwilling, and wants to struggle a few words: "But..."

The man suddenly gave a low laugh: "Young master, if you insist, it's fine for me to let you go. It's just that I have only had this one time in the past 20 years. I never thought that I would not come."

Having said that, even though Guanghua Second Young Master has a sect as his backing, he dare not continue to be self-willed.

Although he is ineffective, he has heard various rumors about this man.From childhood to adulthood, no matter where he went, there were always people pampering him and pampering him. However, in front of this famous Huajun, the Second Young Master Guanghua really didn't dare to continue to argue: "Since Huajun really likes him, how can I take someone away?" Love."

This result did not surprise the man at all.He nodded at Guanghua Second Young Master, and said indifferently: "I'm sorry to cut you off."

Hearing Pavilion Master Mei hurriedly come forward to smooth things over with a smile, the atmosphere returned to harmony.The man finally put down his hands covering Wen Zhe's eyes, and signaled Wen Zhe to get up and follow.

Wen Zhe only felt that he had passed through the gate of hell, and he didn't want to turn around. He was able to break free from that terrible fate. He was very grateful to this white-clothed monk, and quickly got up to follow.

When he was about to enter the hall, the "Flower Lord" suddenly reached out and took Wen Zhe's hand.Unlike the coldness when he covered Wen Zhe's eyes just now, this "Flower Lord"'s hands are warm and dry.However, Wen Zhe's fear hadn't passed yet, his fingers were cold and sweaty, and when his hands touched, Wen Zhe's heart skipped a beat.

He just grabbed the monk's sleeve just now, and the monk cut off the sleeve directly, which shows that he is a lonely and difficult person to get along with.Now he is only afraid that his palms will be sweaty and he will be rejected by the monks - if he is rejected by others at this time, he really has no way to survive.

However, the monk just held his hand, as if he didn't realize it.This made Wen Zhe breathe a sigh of relief.

Just now Wen Zhe just casually grabbed the sleeve of the monk who was closest to him, without thinking about the identity of this person.However, after entering the main hall and assigning seats, he realized that his status is not low, and he can sit on an equal footing with the Guanghua sect of the first-class sect.Just now I heard Mr. Guanghua call him "Hua Jun", Wen Zhe guessed that this is one of the twelve Hua Jun who are also first-class forces.

The monk sat down, and Wen Zhe followed the waiter's action and knelt down to serve him. He didn't want to be pulled up gently by the man, and half embraced him like those concubines.

It's not that he didn't drink with Guanghua Second Young Master before, and he's used to this kind of thing for a long time.It's just that Guanghua Second Young Master's "accompanying wine" is of course not that simple. The painful memory is so deep that he still has lingering fears. His body stiffens involuntarily, but he reacts quickly and slowly relaxes.

On such an occasion, the monk looked upright and solemn, and would never commit adultery in public.What's more, even if everything goes in a bad direction, so what, he has already experienced the worst and worst results.

The monk hugged Wen Zhe and did nothing else, but poured a glass of wine for Wen Zhe after the banquet.The wine was old strong wine, Wen Zhe drank a little and his tongue became numb, he pretended nothing happened, and he didn't know how the monk saw it, so he immediately stopped feeding the wine.

"Have you ever had a drink?"

Wen Zhe lowered his brow and followed suit, and couldn't help but recall the last life, when spirits were poured on the bruised wound on his back, every drop was torture, compared to that, now it's just drinking, as long as it doesn't spoil this person's interest, don't It's nothing.

There was a crackling sound in the head, and the body that was clinging to it also moved, as if Huajun smiled lightly and shook his head.He handed the wine glass to Wen Zhe: "Take it yourself, drink a little, it's good for you."

Wen Zhe took the wine glass and began to sip slowly.The spirits had the effect of reassuring and stabilizing his body, his body gradually warmed up, and his fingers were no longer as cold as before.

It's just... Letting myself drink can't be the reason.Holding the small wine glass, Wen Zhe stared at the corner of the monk's clothes, thinking silently.