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Ha,
Haha … You finally killed him …
Fang Tuo, you finally killed him …
He let out an ambiguous laugh.
The burning knife in his throat was too strong, causing him to choke and cough.
He coughed until tears came down.
How could the feeling of loving someone be so painful?
How could it be so painful …
"I just want you to live.
I just want you to live … "Fang Tuo's voice was low and vague, as if he was crying." Even if you don't love me, even if you can't see me.
Even if you hate me … As long as you live, as long as I live in this world,
As long as you exist,
I will be satisfied … Why is it so difficult … Linno,
Linno … "
Violent coughs sounded, and blood mixed with the strong wine came out together.
There were also tears at the corner of his eyes.
The child called Dog could hug his leg and beg, "Don't die.
I'm afraid … "
The woman called Hu 'er's mother could hug the person she loved.
She said, "Even if it's for me, I beg you.
Don't die … "
He also wanted to hug him and beg, "I beg you.
Anything is fine.
I just beg you, don't die … Don't disappear from this world … "
But he didn't dare. What was he? That person would at most give him the word "get lost" … That person, in fact, didn't even bother to say the word "get lost" to him, right? He even felt disgusted when he looked at him … His heart shrank into a ball again in pain.
The strong wine poured down his throat, bitter and spicy.
In his memories, there was not only bitter wine.
That person had also smiled at him.
He clearly remembered that when they first met, the beautiful young man in white gently pushed the jade box in front of him. His slender fingers were more flawless than jade. His voice was cold and leisurely, without the slightest frivolity, "It is indeed shameful to go back on one's word, but this is not my cousin's original intention. It is that we, as relatives, do not want to fall into misfortune because of a promise. Brother Fang is also an elder brother, so I'm sure you can understand our feelings. "
He paused for a moment before continuing, "Cousin's talent is astonishing. Entering the Nascent Soul stage is not a problem for her. Nascent Soul stage cultivators have a lifespan of three thousand years. Brother Fang is only a mortal. I'm afraid this kind of marriage is not a good thing for Brother Fang. Now that the engagement has been annulled, I'm willing to use this box to compensate your mother for her help. "
At that time, he didn't react to what that person had said. He only thought that how could his voice be so pleasant to the ears? Every note seemed to be plucked at an invisible string in his chest, causing his body to tremble and his breathing to become difficult.
By the time he regained his senses, that person was already gone. He laughed at himself. That person was the white cloud in the Ninth Heaven. A mortal like him could only stand on the ground and look up.
Although he had such thoughts, he still held the jade slip in his hand and practiced it day and night.
If that person was in the sky, he could also climb up step by step.
However, the path of cultivation was not a smooth path. The world of cultivators was a hundred times crueler than the mortal world.
He killed a man who coveted his magic treasure, but he didn't expect that man to be the illegitimate son of the Thousand Soul Sect's sect leader.
He was blocked at the entrance of the secret realm, watching the souls of his grandfather, sister, childhood friends, and neighbors screaming in the hands of the Thousand Soul Sect's disciples. There were people everywhere, but he felt as if he was standing in an endless wasteland. There was only coldness, despair, and endless hatred in his heart.
He said "okay" and walked towards them step by step. Didn't he just want his left hand? He would give, he would give everything.
He knew that if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as lifting a finger. This was just to torture him. If he gave him his left hand, he would want his right hand, his legs, his life … But no matter how much he gave, his grandfather, sister, and the others would not have a good ending. Therefore, all he asked for was a chance to perish together with his enemy.
Just one more step, just one more step would be enough … He held the Thunder Pulse Seed in his hand and closed his eyes.
A scream sounded without warning, followed by the furious voice of the Thousand Soul Sect's sect leader, "Junior, how dare you!"
Fang Tuo opened his eyes and stared blankly at the white-robed young man with a sword on his back. The white-robed young man stood in the wind with a corpse lying at his feet. The young man said indifferently, "I've already killed them, what's there to be afraid of? The battle of cultivators does not involve mortals. Who dares to say that there won't be a few descendants without spiritual roots in the future? If we vent our anger on them whenever something happens, won't we all die without descendants? Not only do you kill mortals to vent your anger, but you also refine their souls. Do you really think the cultivation world is a place without rules? "
Then it turned into a chaotic battle.
Fang Tuo found himself inexplicably becoming a bystander. His low cultivation made it impossible for him to intervene. It wasn't until a Buddhist disciple came and asked him if he wanted to help release the souls of his relatives that he realized the matter was over.
"Where … where is Linno?" He heard himself ask in a hoarse voice.
"Benefactor Lin just fought with the sect leader of the Thousand Soul Sect and suffered some internal injuries. He should have gone back to heal by now!"
Fang Tuo was sad. When he saw that person again, he could only look up to him.
He began to unconsciously pay attention to that person's whereabouts. Whenever there was news of him, he would find an excuse to rush over. Knowing that he loved good food and wine, he would collect them everywhere.
But he didn't know if it was because fate was too shallow, but he missed the opportunity again and again until he finally met that person at Pan Yang Lake. He drank a little too much. His eyes were misty, his cheeks were slightly red, his lips were stained with wine, and his hair was a little messy. He stretched out his finger and touched the long sword in his hand, reprimanding, "Killing people is killing, killing chickens is also killing. I didn't even complain that you're too long to cut crabs … Besides, I'm so good at cooking, it's your blessing that I'm willing to use you. Why are you so pretentious!"
Fang Tuo didn't expect that this person would have such a childish side after being drunk. He couldn't help but smile.
Suppressing the joy in his heart, he found the best wine from the space and handed it to that person to thank him for his help last time. That person looked at him blankly and clearly didn't remember who he was.
Fang Tuo couldn't hide his disappointment. He watched that person holding the wine jar and walking away with light steps. From time to time, he would raise his head to take a sip. He wished he could become that wine jar in his hand.
Later, he accumulated more and more good wine and food in the space, but he never had a chance to give them away.
The Cultivation World was so big, and people came and went like the wind. Even if he chased after that person's footsteps, he couldn't catch up.
It had been two thousand years, but he had only seen him twice. They had brushed past each other on the street, and when he was still hesitating about what to say first, he could no longer find him.
Later, he went to the Endless Sea.
When he hesitated whether to use his last magic weapon, that person fell from the sky. His heart was overwhelmed with ecstasy — he came to save him, he came to save him! He must remember who he was …
His mind was in a mess, and it was a moment too late for him to crush the Small Teleportation Talisman. His body gradually turned transparent, and the last thing he saw was that person giving up on the chance to teleport and rushing in front of him to block the silver blade. Behind him, the half Flood Dragon broke free from the Enchanted Treasure and pounced forward in a frenzy …
No! No! No!
With red eyes, Fang Tuo desperately rushed over from five hundred miles away. However, only a mess was left for him. The island was split into two halves, and the reef was scattered with dripping blood.
He searched all the places nearby, and then went to the Lin family to grab that person's life plate. He found that person with a secret method.
That person was lying on his side on the bed. His face was peaceful as if he was sleeping. The wound on his lower abdomen was no longer bleeding, but it deeply hurt his eyes.
Fang Tuo could hardly find any signs of life on him. He could only take out his life plate with trembling hands. The soul fire on the life plate was so weak that it seemed it would be extinguished in the next second.
He was going to die …
How could he die …
Fang Tuo wished he could kill himself. If he didn't make a fool of himself on the battlefield, if he used his last resort early on, if he insisted on letting him block the Banjiao and let this person go first …
What followed was a long and fulfilling few hundred years.
He brought the sleeping Linno and roamed around. As long as there was news of spirit herbs, no matter how dangerous it was, he would go there … He didn't know how many times he escaped death. His cultivation was getting higher, and the spirit herbs he found were getting more and more precious. However, it had no effect on that person's injuries.
The elixir he used on Linno could freeze his injuries, but it couldn't freeze time. Seeing Linno's death approaching day by day, he was helpless like a trapped beast.
Only the Thousand Threads Gu, only the Thousand Threads Gu …
He hugged that person as if he was offering a sacrifice. His heart was cold: He knew that this person would never forgive him. His pitiful love was strangled to death by him in its infancy before it could even begin.
But it didn't matter. As long as he was alive, everything was fine … everything was fine.
But he still didn't expect that person's reaction would be so intense.
That person chewed his own tongue to regain consciousness. He crushed his own hands and feet to escape from the Spirit Confining Chains … Fang Tuo used the Thousand Threads Gu's senses to find him in the cold cave. He saw him sitting on the ground covered in wounds, expressionlessly piercing his own arm with a sharp stone to resist the tide of passion. At that time, the disgust in his eyes wasn't directed at Fang Tuo, but at himself.
Fang Tuo expressionlessly went forward and brought him back to his residence.
I know what you hate the most. I will do it, I will do it.
Under the Thousand Threads Gu, when one's emotions are stirred, the other will also be unable to control himself. So, as long as you don't get emotional, it will be fine.
Covering that person's eyes, Fang Tuo pierced the Bone Eroding Nail into his chest. The bone-deep pain made his face contort. He crazily slammed into the nail and saw that person's tears slowly seeping through the black veil …
Hate me, hate me!
But, I would rather you hate me to the bone than let you disappear from this world.
…
Afterwards, he didn't see Linno for a very long time because he knew that Linno didn't want to see him. It was also because he wanted to find the elixir that could cure Linno's injuries.
He crazily plundered in the cultivation world. No matter what kind of dangerous situation he was in, he would rush through it. Finally, one day, he encountered a crisis that he couldn't resist. Before he died, he activated the disk array and went to Linno's cave. His heart was peaceful.
I have always been afraid of facing your death. Now, I am going to die first. This is very good.
He was afraid that person would be unhappy, so he didn't dare to get on his bed. He only sat on the bed, imagining that person was still quietly lying on the bed … Fang Tuo slowly closed his eyes … This is very good, A Nuo, this is very good.
He fell asleep with a smile, thinking that this sleep would last forever. However, he still woke up.
It was like having a sweet and bizarre dream. When he opened his eyes, he was still sitting on the ground, but he had turned into a five or six year old child. His injuries were all gone, and his cultivation was also gone.
What shocked him even more was that the Ten Thousand Spirits Pure Root and the Flawless Body — these two kinds of physiques that only existed in legends actually appeared in his body.
There was still the fragrance of wine in the air. Around the cave, there were wreckages left behind by the activation of an unknown large array.
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