Yin Wuji and Fu Yushu's actions.
And that [Formless Karma Cauldron], in the end, it still affected his temperament.
Luo Yunxiao slowly spreads out his hands, looking at his palms.
He doesn't care if he's stained with darkness and blood, if he'll become a monster that's neither human nor ghost.
He's only afraid that one day, he'll hurt the only people he cares about in this world.
Suddenly, a head comes over.
"Young martial uncle, what are you looking at? Admiring your beautiful hands? "Luo Yu asks curiously," Damn! It's really beautiful! "
"Slender and well-proportioned, as if carved from jade. Young martial uncle, you're a man, why do you have such beautiful hands!" Leng Yumo looks at her calloused hands and says gloomily, "Where can I, a girl, put my face!"
"Girl?" Luo Yu asks doubtfully, "What does a girl have to do with you, fourth senior sister?"
"Bastard Xiao Qi, you're courting death!!"
The sound of laughter echoes in his ears, like the sound of flowing water after the snow melts in early spring.
It's also like the gentle sound of the wind amidst the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
That kind of warmth, that kind of contentment, that kind of peace, it makes the pain, despair, and resentment he's experienced before fade away little by little.
Chi Wen can't help but rub herself against Luo Yunxiao's side, her big bell-like eyes revealing a happy expression.
His body is still in pain at this time.
The fear and injury of having his abdomen cut open can't be healed in a short period of time.
But he's very happy now.
At least, he's survived with his master.
They're back home, back to the Xiaoyao Sect.
Luo Yunxiao suddenly says: "You still don't know my identity and origin, and …"
After a pause, he continues: "Why even my biological parents don't allow me to live in this world. Because I am … "
"Young martial uncle, if you don't want to talk about it, if you don't want to remember the past, you don't have to say it."
Muyan interrupts him with a smile, the ends of her peach blossom eyes slightly hooked up, but it's not flirtatious, but sincere concern and frankness, "Your identity and origin are not important to us. You're just some demonic possession, the reincarnation of the God of Misfortune. Otherwise, why would anyone predict that you'll destroy the world?"
"Pfft!" Luo Yu burst out laughing. "Isn't this the villain boss that Bi Xie was talking about? Then our Xiao Yao Sect will be able to hug the thighs of the leader of the righteous path, Instructor Mo, and also hug the thighs of the villain, Big Boss. Won't we be invincible in both the righteous path and the righteous path? "
Luo Yunxiao stared blankly for a moment, a rare expression of confusion and astonishment appearing on her face.
Mu Yan continued, "Junior Martial Uncle, think about it carefully. Who in our Xiao Yao Sect has a pure and unblemished background? Xiao Qi and Eldest Senior Brother were orphans from the previous dynasty of the Lan Family Empire, Second Senior Brother was half a puppet, Fourth Senior Sister had almost personally killed her scumbag father, and Fifth Senior Brother liked men. What about me? What does it mean for me, a remnant of the Shen Musicians? Could it be that Junior Martial Uncle doesn't know about it? The number of people in this world who hate me and want to kill me is probably no less than you, Young Martial Uncle. "
"Not to mention Third Senior Brother."
Muyan gives Chu Moli a sidelong glance, "Until now, he still refuses to reveal even the slightest bit of his identity. Perhaps, he's the real Great Devil that will destroy the world! "
Chu Moli, who is sitting in a wheelchair, is taking the Elixir that Muyan gave him and swallowing it from time to time.
Hearing this, he chuckles softly and gives her a meaningful look.
Muyan is disinclined to pay attention to him. She looks straight at Luo Yunxiao and enunciates each word: "But what does that matter?"
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