When the cannon fodder meets the villain boss

When the cannon fodder meets the villain boss

"I'm cannon fodder?" Someone raised his eyebrows and laughed like a peach blossom.

"Villain?" A certain boss also raised his eyebrows.

"So what about time-traveling?" A certain person watched the "protagonist" jumping and jumping, and smiled meaningfully, "I also time-traveled."

"Protagonist? Time travel?" A certain boss smiled. "I am born again."

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Content tags: Cultivation of true love, special liking, rebirth, harmony made in heaven

Search keywords: Protagonist: Nangong Weiran, Situ Cang┃Supporting role: Dongfang Aotian┃Others: crossing, rebirth, mutual attack, gold finger, villain turned over, cannon fodder turned over

Nangong Weiran (Catching Bugs)

What would you do if you suddenly found that your world was a book and you were just a cannon fodder in the book?

The second young master of Xingyun Villa, Nangong Weiran, heard that his father, the owner of Xingyun Villa, Nangong Lingfeng, had arranged for him a fiancée who had just reached the full moon. Only then did I realize where I was wearing it.

"Swordsman in the Realm of Cultivation", a stallion novel that was submerged in Zongduo's fine works of cultivating immortals, was not well-known, and the author lost half of it.Nangong Weiran had read this novel before time travel, but it was too long and he didn't remember it.

The protagonist of the novel is Dongfang Aotian, who was originally the bastard son of the head of the Dongfang family. His mother died early and he was bullied by others. He is a standard poor little boy.Then at the age of 12, he soared into the sky and became an incomparable and peerless genius. Because he was transmigrated, an otaku in the 21st century took the game data he played in his previous life and became a genius with a fiery single spiritual root. He is proficient in everything, and then there are constant love affairs and adventures, the consistent stallion style.

Nangong Weiran's young fiancée who can't walk at this moment is also a member of the protagonist's harem, and his fiancé is described in the novel as an incompetent playboy, because the fiancée and the protagonist get close and send someone to trouble the protagonist. In the end, the protagonist's arrogance was revealed, and in the end his fiancée fell into the protagonist's arms, and he died in the duel with the protagonist in the future Ascension Conference, becoming a small cannon fodder on the protagonist's road to immortality.

The future little cannon fodder, Nangong Weiran, who is only three years old, touched his still baby-fat cheeks, and his heart was full of sighs. If the name of this cannon fodder was not so unique, he would not remember this person. After all, the cannon fodder became immortal in the protagonist There are too many people on the road.After so many years, he can recall this book is considered to have a good memory, but he can't remember the specific plot.But the protagonist seems to be as old as him, so there are still nine years before the protagonist appears.

It's impossible for him, right? The protagonist strangled to death before transmigrating. After all, Dongfang Aotian is innocent now. Even if he is cruel, he can't do it.

Fortunately, he still has time to prepare.It's just that looking at his little arms and legs, Nangong Weiran has a black line all over his head. Changing his fate is really too difficult for a person who has just enlightened and hasn't even tested his spiritual roots.

It is also impossible for him to seek help from his family, who would believe it?Maybe he is still regarded as an old ghost who seized the house!

Lying discouraged on the grass, Nangong Weiran stared at the blue sky and white clouds in a daze.

This is the back mountain of Xingyun Manor, it is very safe, there are not many people here on weekdays, and the scenery is not bad, so Nangong Weiran often comes here to hide himself.

In his previous life, Nangong Weiran only lived to the end of his life, but he spent one-half of the eight years in the hospital. His illness also prevented him from strenuous activities, so he naturally developed a quiet temperament. Even in this life, even in this life, even in this life, the body has not changed.Therefore, Nangong Weiran really gets along well with the real children in Xingyun Manor.

There will be no danger in the villa. My father is busy with cultivation and important affairs, so he doesn't have the heart to pay attention to this child who is not the eldest son.The mother was busy taking care of her younger brother who was just three months old, and she didn't care about this son who would not cause trouble and she was relieved.My elder brother is the heir of Xingyun Manor, and he is very busy being trained by his father and elders, so he doesn't care about his younger brother who is five years younger than him.The servants are not qualified to take care of the second young master, so this allowed Nangong Weiran to spend a lot of time on the back mountain in a daze.

It's just a tragic fate that I suddenly learned, no matter how indifferent Nangong Weiran's temperament is, he can't help being depressed for a while.

"It's really troublesome." Nangong Weiran muttered to himself, sniffing the fragrance of the surrounding grass, his little head turned quickly.He is not a person who sits and waits to be killed, waiting to be cannon fodder is not his style.I can't remember the specific plot, but he still knows the conflict between the protagonist and Nangong Weiran. The protagonist is 14 years old. On the way to participate in the Ascension Fair, the cause is of course the fiancee who is as beautiful as a fairy. How beautiful can a little girl be.It seems that "Nangong Weiran" was not very strong at that time, at least not as good as the protagonist.

Nangong Weiran thought deeply, and felt that he had to do two things before meeting the protagonist.First, dissolve the engagement.The second is to improve strength.

Don't say that he is afraid of the cowardice of the protagonist. Looking at the stallion, the protagonist's rival in love is destined to be cannon fodder, and a fiancée who has a marriage contract can throw herself into someone else's arms. To be honest, Nangong feels disgusting even thinking about it.With his current status as a family, there is no need to hold on to such a woman.As for the second point.Nangong Weiran frowned, although he didn't understand how Nangong Weiran became a playboy in the text, but judging from the indulgence of his parents, they didn't want him to become an elder brother, Nangong Weixin's threat, the eldest son's heir carefully cultivated and strict requirements, It is not uncommon for other children to guide them in poetry and songs for the long-term stability of Xingyun Village. Nangong thought of his second uncle who was obsessed with miscellaneous learning.

"Trouble." Nangong Weiran sighed again. Suddenly Nangong Weiran sat up and stared straight at the sky. A small black spot in the sky slowly flew towards him. He didn't see it clearly until it got close. It is a paper crane.

Flying paper cranes? !

The means of cultivators!

Nangong Weiran, who had read many cultivation novels, immediately got up from the grass and chased after him. The paper crane flew very slowly, not like the legendary paper crane, which was slow. A child like Nangong Weiran could catch it. arrive.Holding it in his hand, Nangong Weiran looked at the paper crane in his hand, hesitant.This origami crane is the size of a palm and is white. It looks similar to the origami crane he folded in the ward in his previous life.However, this is the means of cultivators.In the past, Nangong Weiran thought that Xingyun Zhuang was a martial arts force in the ancient times, but now, this is a world of cultivating immortals, and he couldn't help feeling jealous in his heart.

Will it be dangerous to disassemble it?

Thinking of those immortal cultivators described in the novels who killed people with flying swords thousands of miles away, Nangong Weiran couldn't help but feel a little timid. He finally got a healthy body, and he didn't want to die inexplicably like this.It's just that curiosity is like a cat's paw scratching at him.

Paper crane

"Since it's flying so slowly, you probably expected to be caught?" Nangong Weiran couldn't suppress his curiosity, so he took it apart. On the white paper was a very strong and beautiful word: "Ni" Heaven cultivates immortals, and has no regrets until death. Huang Liang has a dream, and he knows God's will to trick people.God's will is like a knife.Conversely?Woo hoo, sad, confused!

Nangong Weiran couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, immortal cultivators are not talents, why are they talking about Zou Zou?Isn't it just that a cultivator had a dream, and then felt that his life was controlled by the sky, so he felt confused?Why are you speaking so politely?

For some reason, Nangong Weiran immediately thought of his own fate as cannon fodder, and somehow felt a sense of sympathy for each other.Putting the paper into his bosom, Nangong Weiran left the back mountain, got into the small study specially arranged for his enlightenment, climbed up the chair and spread the paper on the table, grabbed the brush, and concentrated on contemplating.Seeing him entering the study, the servant who followed quickly rubbed ink for him.A moment later, Nangong Weiran showed a seriousness that did not belong to a child on his face. He dipped his pen in ink and wrote a few childish and crooked words: I am the master of my fate.

Looking at the words on that piece of paper, Nangong Weiran nodded in satisfaction. Although it was a little ugly, it was definitely better than that person's disease-free dick.Putting down the pen, refolding the paper into a paper crane, a moment later, Nangong Weiran slapped his forehead and burst out laughing.

He won't let this paper crane fly back, so what's the use of writing it?

Suddenly losing interest in paper cranes, Nangong Weiran threw the paper cranes on the table, touched his flat stomach, and said, "I'm hungry."

The servant immediately said with a smile on his face, "Second Young Master, the dinner has already been prepared in the kitchen, so I will take you to Madam's place now, little one?"

"Yeah." Nangong Weiran nodded, letting the boy hug him and leave the study.

Nangong Weiran didn't know that after he left the paper crane that was still on the desk, a light flashed and the paper crane disappeared.

Huayang Realm, Void Spirit Sect, Ling Tianfeng

It is located at the intersection of several spiritual veins, in an elegant and quiet courtyard planted with a large number of spiritual flowers and jade trees.A blue-shirted man who didn't fit in with the surrounding environment stood proudly. Although he didn't have a sword, his whole body was shrouded in bloody aura and soaring sword aura, like a sword that would be unsheathed and stained with blood at any time.From time to time, a red light flashed in those dark eyes, which was a sign of being possessed.

Yu Xuzi, one of the four elders of the Xulingzong, looked at his disciple with some headaches.Yuxuzi's cultivation is at the stage of integration, and he is only one step away from surviving the catastrophe, so he has a detached status within the sect.He also doesn't love power, and thinks that it will affect Dao Xin, so he only has one personal disciple, that is the man in blue shirt in front of him, Situ Cang.

Situ Cang's talent is also first-class. He is only a fire spirit root, and he is smart and hardworking. He has reached the early stage of Yuanying after only 50 years of entry.Yuanying Zhenjun, who is less than a hundred years old, is a peerless genius even in the entire cultivation world.He is even more gentle, humble and respectful. Even if his status in the sect is a bit outrageous, anyone who sees him can't help but boast that he is a qualified senior brother and the chief disciple of this generation.Such a disciple has always reassured Yu Xuzi.

But extreme joy begets sorrow, the good apprentice who always reassures Yuxuzi just shuts down once as usual, and when he comes out, Yuxuzi has an unprecedented headache.

Situ Cang is bewitched!It's not because of accidentally going mad, but because of the demons in the heart.

This made Yu Xuzi startled.The most feared thing for a cultivator is to become a demon. At the least, he will become a murderous demon, and at the worst, he will die.As for those who have not yet died, the cultivation world will often kill them all to prevent greater harm.

Although 50 years is not enough time for some cultivators to retreat once, Yu Xuzi watched Situ Cang grow from a child who didn't know anything to a master of Nascent Soul.He said he was a disciple, but in fact he treated Situ Cang as his son.Of course, Situ Cang would not be killed just because he was insane.

As soon as he discovered that Situ Cang had fallen into a demon, Yu Xuzi directly announced that Ling Tianfeng would close the mountain, and he and Situ Cang retreated.

"Cang'er, you haven't seen it yet?" Yu Xuzi was very helpless. In order to break Situ Cang's demons, Yu Xuzi thought of various methods and took out all his treasures to suppress Situ Cang's progress of becoming a demon. It can be seen that Situ Cang's heart demon is powerful.

"Master, I can no longer tell whether everything around me is real or illusory." Situ Cang seemed to be looking at Yu Xuzi, but it seemed to be looking at an unknown place through Yu Xuzi.He knew that Yuxuzi was standing in front of him, worrying about himself, but in his memory, the master who loved him since childhood had already died in the catastrophe.

"What is true and what is false?" Is he reborn back to the past now, or is he just having an absurd dream about the future?

"Be firm in your Dao heart, Cang'er." Yu Xuzi began to reflect on whether his disciple advanced too quickly. Although he dared to assure that his apprentice's foundation was absolutely solid, advancing too quickly would make his state of mind unable to keep up. Demons are also possible.

"Dao Xin?" If he found that his whole life, this world was written by others, how should he strengthen his Dao Xin?Situ Cang's eyes glowed red, but he was immediately suppressed.At this moment, he has several top-level magic weapons for concentrating and calmly resisting inner demons, and even a string of prayer beads of a master monk on his wrist, but these functions temporarily suppress the inner demons, but cannot help him get rid of them.

The only way to get rid of the demons is by himself.

Although it was only for a moment, Situ Cang's changes still couldn't escape Yu Xuzi's eyes, and he couldn't help but get a headache, "Go back to the room and copy the meditation mantra a hundred times."

"Yes." Situ Cang, who used to have an elegant smile but now only has a cold face, agreed and left.And Yu Xuzi began to think that his old friend had something good to restrain his inner demons, and he didn't mind "borrowing" it.

Back in the room, Situ Cang did not follow Yuxuzi's request to start the super meditation mantra, but took out a piece of paper and started writing on it, and then folded it into a paper crane and let it fly freely.

This is a small method used by many female cultivators to relieve loneliness. His junior sister also liked it very much. In order to please his sweetheart, Situ Cang specially studied this small technique. If you are willing, you can find anyone who has touched the paper crane again, even if that person is a mortal without cultivation.

The former junior sister?

The corner of Situ Cang's mouth twitched into a sneer, and he would not come to Huayang Realm until five years later.If I don't take the initiative to mention it to the master this time, I am afraid that the master will not accept any more disciples because of his temper. Then the little junior sister who was once eccentric and loved by him, but finally betrayed himself and the master for a man will still enter the virtual spirit. Zong?

玉简

Situ Cang's eyes flashed red when he thought of the little junior sister who was able to take orders within ten years with the aptitude of the Five Elements Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots by relying on his own favor.

Her aloofness comes from her petting, if she doesn't have her own petting, she wants to see how Fairy Lingyue maintains her aura, purity and nobility.Suddenly Situ Cang looked at the window, and a paper crane flew in through the open window like lightning, and landed gently on Situ Cang's outstretched hand.

After taking it apart, his cinnabar handwriting has been covered by a black film. It is a child's immature notes, even a bit ugly.But that content stunned Situ Cang.After he became possessed, he released five of these paper cranes out of frustration, and this was the first time he received a response.

Ordinary people may not dare because of fear of the unknown, but cultivators are cautious. Even if they see a paper crane, they will not open it. Paper Crane.

A child who kisses mortals.

With a thought in his mind, Situ Cang stroked the paper with his finger, and suddenly white light flashed on the paper, and a mirage appeared above the paper. A little boy was writing something with a brush in his hand.

"My life is up to me?" Looking at the words on the paper, Situ Cang suddenly sighed, the red light in his eyes dissipated a little, a child can understand it, how could a cultivator like him not understand?It's just that obsession becomes a demon, and it's not so easy to get rid of it.

"I owe you a share of karma." Looking at the little boy in the mirage, Situ Cang took out a jade slip, which contained an entry-level mental method of the Void Spirit Sect. Spiritual root, as long as you are willing to work hard, you can also build a foundation within a hundred years.

Feeling the breath on the paper, Situ Cang had a thought, and the jade simplified in his hand disappeared like a white light.

"Whether you and I are destined or not is up to God to decide."

So, one of Situ Cang's thoughts caused Nangong Weiran, who was walking in the yard to digest his food after eating, to be hit by a white light that appeared out of thin air, and was stunned for a while.

"Second young master, are you alright?" The mother-in-law, maidservants and servants who were following him were in a hurry, sometimes they asked the wife to tell the wife, and sometimes they asked the doctor, for fear that the little ancestor might make a mistake. The waiters don't talk about losing their heads, and a meal is light.

Amid the anxious shouts, Nangong Weiran, who seemed to be dazed all of a sudden, blinked for a while, "I'm fine." The chubby little hands were tightly clenched, barely holding on, so as not to let the shock in his heart show on his face superior.

But the maids and women were already worried, so Nangong Weiran took her back to the room and lay down, let the doctor who rushed over take the pulse, opened a house to calm the nerves, and then she was relieved.Even the wife who had finished confinement also rushed over to visit.

After everyone left the room, Nangong Weiran, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, dared to open his eyes and recall what happened just now.

"Whether you and I are destined or not is up to God to decide."

Whose is that cold and majestic voice?Why did it sound in his mind?Is it a cultivator?

Nangong Weiran thought of the paper crane he had seen, and couldn't help feeling a deep awe of the legendary immortal cultivator who could take someone's life thousands of miles away.

The chubby little hand opened, and there was a small delicate jade slip lying in the palm. Nangong Weiran pressed the jade slip to his forehead, and an unfamiliar word appeared in his mind instantly.

""Refining Spirit"?" Nangong Weiran read the name of this exercise softly, feeling that a door to a new world opened to him.

Time flies like running water, five years have passed, and Xiao Douding, who once got off the stool and wanted to be hugged, has grown into a handsome boy who will be praised by anyone who looks at it.Nangong Weiran, who was just eight years old, dragged his younger brother Nangong Weilai who didn't understand anything, and sent his elder brother away from Xingyun Villa to participate in the entire martial arts, no, it should be said that the grand event of the entire dynasty - the Immortal Ascension Conference.

The Immortal Ascension Conference is held once every five years. There is also a limit on the age of participants. They must be over ten years old and under 20 years old. However, even so, it is already more grand and lively than the Wulin Conference. people participate.There are many talented people, and there are many handsome men and beautiful women.If one can stand out in the Ascension to Immortals Conference, not only may one obtain a rare treasure in the world, but one may also obtain immortal predestined relationship and be accepted as a disciple by the legendary immortal.This is also the origin of the name Ascension to Immortals Conference.

From Nangong Weiran's point of view, this Immortal Ascension Conference is a conference for recruiting disciples of the Cultivation of Immortals sect.Isn't Xianyuan the spiritual root?Nangong Weiran knew that in the original book, he would participate in the next Immortal Ascension Conference, and be cannon fodder by the protagonist at the conference.Therefore, he really wanted to participate in this Ascension to Immortals Conference to avoid the protagonist.But the age limit is there, and Nangong has nothing to do.

"I really want to go, I really want to go." Nangong Weiran murmured to himself, he has been practicing "Spirit Refining" for the past five years, and he is already at the second level of Qi Refining.If you can practice, you should have spiritual roots, right?Then if he went secretly, would he be accepted as a disciple by the cultivation sect?

"Second brother, where are you going?" Nangong Weilai asked ignorantly with his fingers in his mouth.

"It's nothing, you can go find a nanny." Nangong Weiran sent away his little brother who didn't know anything, his eyes rolled, and he started to pay attention to running away from home.

Outside Xianyuan City, a carriage drove into the city.In the carriage, a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with a beautiful appearance and a pair of beautiful big eyes lifted the curtain to look at the tallest building in the city. It was 50 meters high and had a total of seven floors of pavilions - Shengxian Pavilion.A complicated smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"I'm back again." It was like sighing and talking to himself. If there is a cultivator here, he will find that this girl has the third level of Qi Refining.

She is Li Ling'er. She used to be, or should be said to be the future Fairy Lingyue. She had successfully conceived a baby, but was accidentally attacked by someone, seriously injured and fell. In the end, she returned to when she was five years old.

Putting down the curtain of the car, Li Linger's eyes showed determination.This time, she must seize the opportunity and become the most important person in that person's heart.And those sluts who are against her, she will let them know what life is worse than death.This time she wants to stand on the clouds, so that she can live up to the heavens and let her live again.

Li Ling'er didn't know the consciousness released by Situ Cang above a restaurant in the city when he lowered the curtains.Although on the surface of the Immortal Ascension Conference, only cultivators below the level of alchemy come back to Xianyuan City to recruit disciples on behalf of the sect, but each realm will send a Nascent Soul master to sit in the city to prevent demons from making trouble.In Situ Cang's memory, it should be him this time, but now Situ Cang is in retreat, so he changed to another Yuanying Zhenjun in the sect.

First encounter

In the previous life, it was because Situ Cang was here that he took a fancy to Li Ling'er, and begged his master to accept this waste material with mixed spirit roots of the five elements as his disciple.Situ Cang came to Xianyuan City this time to see if Li Linger still had the good luck he remembered.It was too easy for Zhenjun Yuanying to find someone. Following Li Linger's aura, Situ Cang swept his consciousness and found something different from what he remembered.

This Li Ling'er is a cultivator, and she is already at the third level of Qi Refining. The movement of her spiritual power shows that she is practicing "Shui Ling Jue". In his memory, he carefully selected the most suitable entry-level skills for his little junior sister. Law.

"It's really interesting." Situ Cang lowered his head to drink tea, hiding the fleeting red light in his eyes.It turned out that he wasn't the only one who came back.The little junior sister is also back.

There is still a period of time before the Ascension to Immortal Conference officially starts, and Situ Cang suddenly doesn't want to stay in Xianyuan City anymore. He is in the same city as the betrayer, and Situ Cang is really afraid that he will be unable to bear it for a while and destroy the entire Xianyuan City. For flat ground.He stroked the jade pendant on his waist with his fingers. In his current situation, Yu Xuzi didn't want it to appear in front of people, but when Situ Cang opened his mouth, Yu Xuzi didn't stop him.Instead, he gave him this jade pendant.There are few magic weapons that can suppress inner demons, let alone magic weapons that are as high as the seventh rank.He couldn't cause trouble for his master who loved him since he was a child.

Throwing down a certain amount of money, Situ Cang disappeared in the same place all of a sudden.Those who witnessed his disappearance exploded after a moment of silence.Since then, there has been another example of legends about immortals in Xianyuan City.

The drizzle was drizzling, covering the fields like smoke and fog.Nangong Weiran, who was riding on a one-year-old pony, looked up at the gloomy sky, deeply feeling that he was not prepared enough.He had brought enough gear and brought a horse from home that he could ride, but he had forgotten to pack an umbrella and rations, and it seemed that he might not be in town before dark.

Taking a look at the wet clothes, Nangong Weiran could only sigh. Although the spring rain is as expensive as oil, a child like him may get sick if he is exposed to the rain.

After whipping the horsewhip hard, Nangong Weiran accelerated his speed.

Perhaps Goddess of Luck did not give up on him. Before the sky was completely dark, a ruined temple appeared in Nangong Weiran's field of vision. Nangong Weiran was overjoyed, and came to the ruined temple, got off his horse and rushed into it.

It was a dilapidated temple, not only without the enshrined Buddha statues, but even the incense burner was dumped on the ground, covered with dust and cobwebs, apparently abandoned for a long time.It's just that Nangong Weiran doesn't care, the roof of this temple is still intact, enough for him to shelter from the rain.

Sweeping out a place, dismantling the worn-out wooden benches and grabbing rags as a primer, lit a fire with a fire.Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, took off his wet coat, picked it up with a stick, and prepared to roast it by the fire.At this moment, Nangong Weiran heard the sound of the horse, and looked up at the door. The person outside the door seemed to be frightened and moved around restlessly. If it wasn't for the special training in Xingyun Villa, he was afraid that the horse would have left him long ago. The director escaped.

Nangong Weiran couldn't help being puzzled, because he never felt that there were other people among the border people around him, who had reached the second level of Qi refining, Nangong Weiran was more sensitive than his father who was a martial arts master.

Walking quickly to the door, Nangong Weiran looked out, and his heart skipped a beat, because 20 meters in front of him, a man in blue was walking towards him step by step.The man walked very slowly, as if he didn't care about the rain on him at all, and he was at ease, as if he was walking in the forest.However, Nangong Weiran didn't hear the man's footsteps, nor did he feel the man's breath.If it wasn't for that person in front of him, he saw it with his own eyes, Nangong Weiran would not have felt the existence of this person at all.

Master!Absolute master!

Although Nangong Weiran can be regarded as a cultivator, he is very sure that if this person attacks him, he has absolutely no room to fight back.

That man quickly came to Nangong Weiran, and walked under the eaves through the rain. Only then did Nangong Weiran see clearly that this man was very handsome, even more handsome than those movie stars in his previous life. people.Suddenly Nangong Weiran noticed a detail, that person's clothes and hair were all dry, even the boots on his feet were not stained with water.

Walking alone in the rain without getting wet at all!

Nangong Weiran couldn't help swallowing, and took two steps back. He suddenly felt that it was not safe for him to run away from home.

Situ Cang ignored the little boy at the door and walked into the temple. With a dust removal spell, the temple became clean in an instant.Situ Cang came to the fire and sat down cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, as if in meditation.

Ordinary people are like dust and ants in the eyes of cultivators, and they are not worth mentioning, but there is an agreement among cultivators that they must not kill mortals indiscriminately, nor interfere with mortal affairs at will.Situ Cang avoided towns and walked towards sparsely populated places.Once he can't suppress the desire to kill in his heart, a village is easier to cover up than a town.

Nangong Weiran, who didn't know how dangerous Situ Cang was at the moment, hesitated for a while.He wanted to leave here, because he had heard that people in the martial arts would kill if they disagreed, and he didn't know if the man in blue was safe for him.But it was already dark, and the rain wouldn't stop for a while, so he would definitely get sick if he traveled in the rain.It is entirely possible to fall ill alone and die in a foreign country without anyone knowing.

Seeing the small but continuous drizzle, Nangong Weiran gritted his teeth and turned around again. When he saw the spotless ruined temple, his heart skipped a beat again.No matter how high the martial arts is, no matter how deep the internal energy is, it is impossible for a martial arts master to wipe away the spider webs and dust everywhere in just a few breaths.

Repairer!He is a cultivator!Nangong Weiran almost screamed in his heart.But he didn't jump up to the teacher as he said in the novel, on the contrary, he was even more frightened in his heart.Because the cultivators described in many comprehension novels are commonplace to kill and seize treasures, they treat ordinary people like ants and don't care about the lives of ordinary people at all.

Immortal cultivators are okay, but I am afraid that they are demon cultivators who kill people without blinking an eye.

Situ Cang seemed to be in a trance, but he was actually suppressing the urge to kill in his heart, and kept chanting the meditation mantra in an attempt to calm himself down.But the discovery that Li Ling'er is the junior junior sister had an impact on him far beyond his imagination.

fate (catch insects)

Protecting each other for a hundred years is actually no match for a man's smooth talk.

The teacher's kindness and nourishment, unexpectedly under the instigation of a man, became a shackle that imprisoned her freedom and thoughts.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous.

100 years of getting along day and night, the friendship between them disappeared just because of a man who was philandering.

Situ Cang clenched his hands tightly, the veins on his arms protruded, and the red light glowed in his closed eyes.Nangong Weiran felt that the air around him stagnated for a while, and he couldn't breathe.

What is the magical power of that ridiculous and playful man?Let little junior sister be so determined?Situ Cang suddenly remembered the book he had read in a daze at the moment of his death. The words in it recorded a very absurd story about a man named Dongfang Aotian, among which were the names of himself and his junior sister.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous.

Is my life just written by others?A devil who fought with that Dongfang Aotian to the end and made Dongfang Aotian a legend in the cultivation world with his own death?

The bodhi jade pendant around his waist suddenly turned brilliant, and the anger in Situ Cang's heart seemed to be extinguished all of a sudden, and his heart was peaceful, without joy or sorrow, like a calm lake without waves.

"What would you do if you found that your whole life was like a marionette and was completely manipulated by others?" Situ Cang opened his eyes and looked at Nangong Weiran at the entrance of the temple.

Nangong Weiran was immediately frozen by Situ Cang's gaze. From head to toe, he had never seen such indifferent eyes. The indifference was ruthless and desireless. This person looked at him as if he was looking at a mess the air that exists.

I didn't enter the eyes of this cultivator at all.This discovery Nangong Weiran didn't know whether to be grateful or disappointed.But Nangong Weiran didn't dare not answer his words: "Tear off the thread. My life is only controlled by me."

Although reborn in this ancient time when there were immortal cultivators, Nangong Weiran's outlook on life was indeed developed in the 21st century. I am the master of my territory. Even a humble person cannot tolerate his life being controlled by others, even if this other person is The same goes for parents.Rebellious, no matter how honest a child will be.

Situ Cang's heart skipped a beat. The jade pendant suppressed his inner demons, making him absolutely calm and rational at this moment, as if stripping away human emotions, but it didn't break his inner demons, but made him think more rationally .

"How old are you?" Looking at this little boy, Situ Cang was a little surprised.

"Eight years old." The cold wind blowing in from the door made Nangong Weiran, who was only wearing his underwear, shiver.

Situ Cang, who originally thought this little boy was slightly familiar, remembered the mirage brought back by his paper crane five years ago. That child turned out to be the little boy in front of him. Isn't the person running this body of spiritual power the same as "Refining the Spirit?" "Is it the practice track?

He really has a relationship with himself.

Nangong Weiran's answer overlapped with the immature handwriting five years ago.A mortal child, whether he is three years old or eight years old, thinks that his life should be controlled by himself. Isn't he as a Nascent Soul cultivator as a mortal child?

What about the arranged fate?More than one variable has appeared in the fate, how can it be possible to move forward according to the predetermined estimate?

The streamer on the jade pendant disappeared, but the anger and urge to destroy everything no longer arose in Situ Cang's heart.

"come over."

It didn't feel like Nangong Weiran stepped forward, and then was pulled by Situ Cang and sat beside him, even his face was reddened by the flames.It also made the fear in Nangong Weiran's heart disappear inexplicably.

Suddenly the sound of "croaking" sounded, and Nangong Weiran's face turned red immediately, he was hungry.The next moment an exquisite jade bottle appeared in his hand.

"This?" Nangong Weiran looked at Situ Cang with questions in his eyes.

"Bigudan."

Bigu Dan?This is the legendary Bigu Dan?Nangong Weiran was amazed, poured out one, it was fragrant and fragrant, it melted in the mouth, and at the same time, the feeling of hunger and thirst disappeared immediately when the stomach warmed up.

"It's amazing." In the novel, Bigu Pill is the lowest level of elixir, but Nangong Weiran was still surprised when he saw it.

"Take it if you like it." A mere first-grade panacea could not catch Situ Cang's eyes.The reason why there is one in his Naxu ring is completely accidental, it is a work he made when he was learning alchemy in his early years, he made it in one furnace, threw it into the ring and forgot about it.

Nangong Weiran put it away carefully, the Bigu Pill is nothing to a cultivator, but it is definitely an elixir to a mortal.

A smile appeared in Situ Cang's eyes, and with a flip of his hand, there was an extra jug and two wine glasses.The flagon was opened, and a faint fragrance appeared, Nangong Weiran suddenly felt refreshed and refreshed like never before.After filling up the two wine glasses, Situ Cang handed one to Nangong Weiran, and then he took the other and drank it down in one gulp.

Looking at the cup in his hand, the expression on Nangong Weiran's face almost turned into embarrassment. He seems to be only eight years old, right?Who would let an eight-year-old drink alcohol?How can an adult be so careless?However, is the wine that the cultivator took out a normal wine?

Nangong Weiran took a sip, and the mellow and soft wine released a large amount of pure and smooth wine as soon as it entered the mouth.