Master is dedicated to playing the villain

The world is going to be destroyed, no matter what!

Something dripped down his face.

The child touched his cheek with his finger, it was blood.

Looking up, blood rained down.

The unknown object fell on the ground with blood, making a creepy sound——

"patta-patta-"

After only breaking free from the confinement for a moment, when he saw the scene in front of him, a sense of despair struck, Xia Churan was once again locked in the child's body, unable to control even a single finger, only crying in vain.

It was still too late, and he still couldn't do anything.

At this time, the child still didn't understand what he heard and saw. Suddenly, a white shadow enveloped him like a group of warm twilight lights. His eyes were covered with cool fingers, blocking his sight. He only heard a voice like the sound of heaven The voice resounded in my ears: "Don't look."

Who is this guy?where is motherthe child thought.

"None of this is true," said the voice.

After the words fell, the child lifted his feet off the ground and fell into a tight embrace.He felt that he was riding the wind, and the image of the white figure was a cloud carrying him, soaring high into the sky.

Is it a fairy?

The child quietly looked at the side face of the other party, it was so beautiful, it must be a fairy.

At this time, Xia Churan could feel the child's thoughts flashing through his mind.

Yes, he forgot his mother, and also forgot the warm embrace that saved him. The familiar breath came from the other party's sleeves, pulling his consciousness back from the abyss of despair little by little.

This time, he told himself not to forget.

The fairy is right in front of his eyes, but the child can't remember his appearance. As soon as he looks away, his impression is only hazy. He desperately wants to remember this face, but his brain is not in control, and he looks at the other person. Sometimes I can't focus on my looks.

Is this some fairy spell?

The child no longer thought about this question, but murmured: "Are you an immortal brother? Where is my mother? Did she ask you to save me?"

Immortal tightened his arms around him, only said "hmm", then glanced into the distance, confirmed the location of the town, and accelerated to drive.

Even if he did it all over again, Xia Churan still couldn't remember the appearance of the immortal. It seemed that the spell of hiding his appearance cast by the other party had also worked on him.

The two landed outside the city, and the child nervously tugged on the fairy's clothes, "Mother said I can't get close to crowded places, because people will find my evil spirit." His voice became softer and his head drooped more and more. Low.

The immortal turned around and patted his forehead hair, "No, there is no evil spirit, it is all fake."

"But mother said I was..."

"you are human."

The fairy's words were like some kind of incantation, which made the child a little dazed for a while, but he didn't doubt the authenticity of the words.

"I am..." The child wanted to say that he was a bastard that even his father's family didn't want, but for some reason, he couldn't say it, as if he had been cast with a silencing spell.

"You are human, and you are just like them." The immortal said, pointing to the crowd coming and going outside the city gate.

Then he stretched out two jade fingers to light up a glimmer of light, and tapped lightly on his forehead, "Remember, you are just a mortal, and you have never had any evil spirits. Who abandoned you. You have relatives, it’s just that mortals are old, sick and die, and they went to heaven first.”

After the fairy finished speaking, he took his hand and walked towards the city gate step by step.

The child's consciousness began to be confused, as if a memory that did not belong to him broke into the sea of ​​consciousness, washing away the originally dark and bloody altar like a clear spring.

It seemed that something was gradually erased from memory, and it still passed away like running water under Xia Churan's best efforts to stop it.

Qiu Wanxuan regretted it.

He shouldn't have touched Xia Churan's memory, although according to the main line, Xia Churan should have awakened and recovered his memory, but if he was the one who forced him to restore such a cruel memory, it would be enough to make him uncomfortable.

Perhaps the original memory was too bloody and terrifying, and the child's consciousness raised a self-protection mechanism and tampered with it by itself.

Following the records in the original book, he brought Xia Churan to Tancheng, which is located at the foot of Wanxiangzong Mountain.

This is the town where Xia Churan grew up in her tampered memory.

Xia Churan only remembered that he grew up in Tancheng, his parents died, and later he caught up with the recruitment of Wanxiang sect, and was selected into the outer sect with his excellent qualifications, and was discovered by the sharp-eyed sword master, and entered the Ming hall.

Qiu Wanxuan glanced at the child beside him, wondering how the other party survived alone in the spiritual world, and was able to cover up the evil spirit from being discovered.

The original record of this is blank.

And because of his intrusion, these questions could no longer be answered from his memory. He could only cast spells to suppress the evil spirit on the child and cover up his memory.

Hope to make up for one or two.

But when he was doing this, he could already imagine what kind of frantic expression the furball would have when he saw all this outside the mirror.

"Ahhh!" Fuqiu rolled all over the ground with puffed cheeks, "What are you doing!"

"If you wipe his memory again, wouldn't our troubles be wasted!"

It's a pity that Qiu Wanxuan couldn't hear these words.

The white cat patted the water mirror, but every time it patted, a strong wind shook its paws away.

It finally lay down on the ground powerlessly, and said powerlessly: "It's over, this world is hopeless..."

Qiu Wanxuan took the child to find a family to board in the town. The spell to cover up memory works quickly on mortals, but it is not so easy for Xia Churan, who is born with dragon veins.

He can only repeat those doctored words to the children day after day.

Until one day the child finally stopped referring to his mother, as if he had indeed forgotten the past.

He took the child to the foot of the Wanxiangzong mountain, pointed to the queue outside the mountain gate, "You go to worship this mountain gate, they will take you in, and you will have a home from then on."

But the child just tugged at the hem of his clothes, "But, I don't want to worship the mountain gate, I want to follow Brother Immortal."

Qiu Wanxuan sighed slightly, and patted the child's bun, "Remember, there has never been a fairy brother."

This sentence was the last incantation, and when he finished speaking, he disappeared into a ball of light and shadow.

Xia Churan tried his best to stop it, but the miracle of regaining control for a moment did not reappear. His spirit was shouting, resisting the spell of the immortal: forget, never forget.

But the spell still works on his soul through distant time and space.He struggled desperately, and had a splitting headache because of the fierce resistance, a hot current surged from the abdominal cavity and went straight into the brain.

He could only try to imprint the image of a fairy deep in his consciousness, leaving only the silver crown on top of his hair and the two thin red ropes hidden between the ends of his hair.

Fortunately, before the door of memory was closed, he still planted a seed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a few breaths, his eyes fell into a daze.

The child looked at the empty mountain road, and for a moment he didn't understand what he was doing, who was he talking to just now?

But there was clearly nothing in front of him.

Something gushed out of his nose, and the child reached out to touch it. It was blood. He froze for a moment, then wiped off the blood with his cuff, and then he was relieved to make sure that there was no more gushing out.

He didn't have the time to worry about the cause of the bleeding, but there was already a long queue at the foot of the mountain, so he hurried forward..

When Qiu Wanxuan walked out of the mirror, the fur ball was still facing the sky, muttering in his mouth: "It's over, I'd better go back to the Lord God Space and surrender, if it's a big deal, I'll beat me back and dismantle it for overhaul! It will still be a good system after 20 years !"

Qiu Wanxuan didn't understand, she got down and poked the fat on the cat's stomach, "What 20 years later?"

The cat's eyes of Maoqiu turned into copper bells, jumped up and jumped on Qiu Wanxuan, "It's all your fault!"

The cat's paw yelled towards his face, then suddenly paused, then turned around and patted him on the shoulder, "You're acting recklessly again!"

Qiu Wanxuan made a silent gesture, "His backtracking is about to end, do you want him to see us here when he comes out?"

"If you see it, you will see it." The fur ball smashed the can, "The world is going to be destroyed, it's all right anyway!"

Qiu Wanxuan shook her head helplessly, picked up the cat and walked out of the cave. The moment he stepped out of the door, a figure walked out of the mirror and fell to the ground with a plop.

The voice was not right, he turned his head and saw Xia Churan fainted in front of the mirror.

"What's wrong with him?" Maoqiu was a little confused, "Is this always like this after dreaming?"

"No." Qiu Wanxuan came to Xia Churan's side in a blink of an eye. After feeling his pulse, he showed doubts, "He looks like he has fallen into a deep consciousness." It's like falling into a trance, but it's forced.

If you don't wake people up, they will sleep forever.

Generally, this kind of situation is unlikely to happen to the monks who have a Qiling. The Qiling shares with their sea of ​​consciousness and will pull the Qizhu back.In the current situation, it should be that the strange fire is still lingering in the dream.

Qiu Wanxuan couldn't think of the reason for Xia Churan's deep sleep. Ximeng Pavilion, as a well-known dream-making place, would not allow guests to smash their own signboard by accident.

The only exception is that the backtracking formation set up this time is the first time he has used it, so I don't know if it has something to do with it.

He decisively said to Mao Qiu: "I want to sneak into his sea of ​​consciousness, you help me protect the law."

"Are you crazy? The sea of ​​consciousness is a domain dominated by one's own consciousness. It is very dangerous to break into a monk's sea of ​​consciousness without authorization. This is not a cultivation level, but spiritual power. You must know that Xia Churan is the protagonist! He His mental strength must be invincible! Do you still want to retreat in his domain?"

"This is the halo of the protagonist, do you understand!"

Qiu Wanxuan nodded, "If my intrusion triggers his sense of self-protection, he will naturally wake up."

"What about you?" Maoqiu helplessly held his forehead, although he clearly knew that Qiu Wanxuan's spiritual power was really invincible, but he didn't want this person to know.

"It's okay." Qiu Wanxuan sat cross-legged when she said that, and she entered a state of meditation in a short while.

The hairball crawled off completely, and the fat on his stomach turned into a puddle of mud, "I know why I can't complete the task. With a person like you, what kind of villain cannon fodder are you playing? Ahhh, let me go home!"

The author says:

A treasure son asked Master if he could save his mother, the scumbag author expressed his apology, no, because his mother was already dead when Master broke in, and Master did not know that it was not just a memory.

Most importantly, once the timeline of the protagonist's childhood is changed, the entire Dianjia world will cease to exist-the hairball will go crazy-

If you want to scold, scold the scumbag author——