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Fang Tuo.
Ha, haha … You finally killed him …
Fang Tuo, you finally killed him …
Laughter came out of his mouth. The burning pain in his throat was too strong, causing him to choke and cough. He coughed until tears came out.
The feeling of loving someone, why is it so painful, why is it so painful …
"I just want you to live on, I just want you to live on …" Fang Tuo's voice was low and muffled, as if he was sobbing, "Even if you don't love me, even if you can't see me, even if you hate me … As long as you're alive, as long as you exist in this world that I'm alive in, I'm satisfied … Why is it so hard … Lin Nuo, Lin Nuo …"
Violent coughing sounded. Blood mixed with the strong wine and tears came out of the corners of his eyes.
The child called Dog could hug his leg and beg, "Don't die, I'm scared …"
The woman called Hu 'er's mother could hug the person she loved and say, "Even if it's for me, I beg you, don't die …"
He also wanted to hug him and beg, "I beg you, no matter what, I just beg you, don't die … don't disappear from this world …"
But he didn't dare. Who was he? That person would only give him the word "scram" at most … That person didn't even bother to say "scram" to him, right? Even looking at him made him feel disgusted … His heart hurt so much that he shrank into a ball again.
The strong wine poured down his throat, bitter and spicy.
In his memories, bitter wine wasn't the only thing.
That person had also smiled at him.
He clearly remembered the first time they met. The white-clothed youth who was so beautiful that he didn't seem like a mortal 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 least bit of frivolity. "Going back on one's word is indeed shameful, but this wasn't my cousin's intention. As her family, we don't want to put her in misfortune because of a promise. Brother Fang is also her elder brother, so you should 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. A Nascent Soul stage cultivator's lifespan is three thousand years. Brother Fang, on the other hand, 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 miserably 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 hand. This was just to torture him more. If he gave his left hand, he would want his right hand, his legs, his life … No matter how much he gave, his grandfather and sister 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. The Thousand Soul Sect's sect leader's furious voice sounded, "Junior, how dare you!"
Fang Tuo opened his eyes and stared blankly at the white-robed youth with a sword on his back. The youth stood in the wind with a corpse lying at his feet. The youth 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 that 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 was only when 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 Thousand Soul Sect's sect leader 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 carefully collected them everywhere.
But he didn't know if it was because their 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 to touch the sword in his hand and scolded, "Killing people is killing, killing chickens is also killing. I don't even think that you're too long to cut crabs … Besides, my skills are so good, it's your blessing that I'm willing to use you. Don't be 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.
He suppressed the joy in his heart and found the best wine from the space. He 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 that he could become the wine jar in that person's 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.
For a full two thousand years, he only saw that person twice. When they passed each other on the street, he was still nervous about what to say first, but he couldn't find that person again.
Later, he went to the Endless Sea.
When he hesitated to use his last magic weapon, that person fell from the sky. His heart was drowned in 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 nearby places, 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. He looked peaceful as if he was sleeping. The wound on his lower abdomen was no longer bleeding, but it stung his eyes deeply.
Fang Tuo could hardly find any signs of life on him. He could only take out his life plate with trembling hands. The soul flame on the life plate was so weak that it seemed that it would be extinguished in the next second.
He was going to die …
How could he die …
Fang Tuo couldn't wait to kill himself. If he didn't make a fool of himself on the battlefield, if he used his last resort early, if he insisted that he should 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 he knew that there was news of spirit herbs, no matter how dangerous it was, he would give it a try … He didn't know how many times he escaped from 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 what did it 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 towards Fang Tuo, but towards 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 own chest. The bone-deep pain caused his face to distort. 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 at peace.
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 as if he had a sweet and strange 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 constitutions that only existed in legends had actually appeared in his body.
There was still the fragrance of wine in the air, and around the cave, there was the wreckage left by the activation of the unknown great formation.
He found Lin Ling-er. She was horrified. "The Phoenix Perching Great Formation, Nirvana? How is this possible? You don't have the essence blood of the phoenix, so how can you be Nirvana? Are you also a descendant of the Lin family? "
He left without saying a word and sneaked into the school where Linno temporarily stayed. He saw that person who saw him in the form of a boy stiffened for a moment.
A moment later, he found his way into the secret room of Linno, who was said to be in closed-door training, only to see an empty futon on the ground.
What else did he not understand?
Fang Tuo laughed loudly. He laughed so hard that even tears came out of his eyes.
You thought you were saving that person, but in fact, you had interrupted his peerless opportunity. You thought you had transferred half of that person's cultivation, but in fact, you had sucked away his power to be reborn. You thought you had healed his injuries, but in fact, you had taken away his peerless talent and the path to heaven ….
That person, he was so proud, but from the beginning to the end, he did not mention a single word.
That person, he was so proud that even if he had the chance, he would not bother to take back his own things. Instead, he used the essence blood of the phoenix, Nirvana Qi, and the opportunity of rebirth to return his hundred years of Cultivation.
Linno, Linno, do you know that I have never hated you so much!
… …
Fang Tuo drank wine in big mouthfuls. His vision gradually blurred. He seemed to see that person climbing ashore in a sorry state from the water and heard him call him in a low voice, "Fang Tuo."
"… Here."
Here, I'm here, I'm always here.
… What about you?
"Fang Tuo!" A sweet-sounding voice sounded with some anxiety, "What time is it now? You're still drinking here!"
Fang Tuo glanced at Lin Ling-er. His expression was somewhat unhappy. He raised his hand and drank another mouthful. He did not speak.
Lin Ling-er snatched his wine jar and said, "Kunlun has issued a kill order for you. Now, who knows how many people are waiting to take your head! Can't you hide? "
Fang Tuo smiled faintly, "Let them come." They would never be able to imagine how terrifying the aptitude of the Ten Thousand Spirit Pure Root and the Flawless Body was. They would never know how terrifying the things that person had left behind for him were.
"You …" Lin Ling-er stomped her feet and said, "I know you're powerful, but you … Why did you go and destroy other people's Kunlun Mirror for no reason?"
Fang Tuo said faintly, "What's the point of keeping a useless thing if not destroying it?"
His heart shrank into a ball in pain. The grandmasters of the Profound Sect could not calculate your karma. The divine monks of Buddhism could not find your soul. The Kunlun Mirror could not reflect your next life … Where are you? Where are you! Where are you …
Linno, Linno, Linno …
Linno … Fang Tuo closed his eyes. I already have nowhere to run. You can't run either.
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