Yang Mu was originally an ordinary second-rate youth in the 21st century. His daily life was boring. He either skipped class and went back to the dormitory to read novels, or fell asleep peacefully to the teacher's lullaby-like voice in class.
Even in his dreams, he never dreamed that he could travel through time like in the novel, but he didn't expect that he was actually wearing it.
It's just that Yang Mu had lofty ambitions at the beginning, and his mind was full of the protagonist in the starting point novel, after crossing, every move was a ground-breaking sensation.
He wholeheartedly wanted to make some achievements of his own on the mainland after crossing, and joined a small sect, but Yang Mu's spirituality was terribly low in the final test.
My lofty aspirations were like being poked into bubbles all of a sudden, with a "pop", it burst. Yang Mu was assigned by the sect to a remote mountain, and became an unknown handyman... Every day, he helped the sect carry water and grow vegetables, but he lived a carefree life.
Even if he has great ambitions, Yang Mu also knows in his heart that if he has no ability and dreams of spring and autumn, that is no zuo no die. Don't know how to be killed by someone at that time.
He is still practicing ordinary kung fu in this small sect. He does not expect to be strong, but only wants to prolong his life, be safe and healthy.
Maybe it's because God has a grudge against him, and he refuses to give Yang Mu even such a stable life.
When Yang Mu went out to buy some items at the market, he saw an extremely bloody and terrifying scene as soon as he returned to the sect.
The corpses in the sect were scattered all over the place, with some fresh wounds on their bodies, they should have died not long ago. The blood was slowly flowing out from the wounds of those corpses, spreading to the ground to outline a painting of blood.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air, which was disgusting.
Yang Mu even saw sharply the body of the head of the sect not far away, lying in the middle of a pool of blood. He took a closer look, and the pool of blood seemed to be flowing from the head's body.
It is not an exaggeration to describe the current place as a place full of corpses.
Yang Mu looked at the dilapidated pavilions and pavilions in front of him, which were usually full of vitality and people, but now they were lifeless, and the protective formation outside seemed to have not been activated.
He looked in the direction of the murderer again, wearing the attire of a disciple of this sect. It was obviously a very ordinary white plain dress, but when it was worn on this person, it perfectly outlined the person's slender and tall figure.
Even standing there quietly, the majestic aura emanating from Cong's body still made people feel fear. Even if this person turned his back to him, he could feel the fear from the bottom of his heart.
Looking down, the man's white jade-like fingers were slightly pointing downwards, and there was a smear of bright red on his hand, which was dripping down at this moment, forming a small pool of blood on the uneven ground.
It was human blood.
At this moment, the man suddenly moved. His white jade-like fingers were clenched into claws, and he gently stretched towards a stone. His posture is extremely elegant, although the person from the back is not very old, the movements he made have a sense of immortality.
Then a person was caught out from behind the stone. At this time, Yang Mu seemed to smell a sweet fragrance. The sweet fragrance was like the slender hands of a weak and boneless woman teasing her lower abdomen. , let him suddenly have a desire.
Since this sweet fragrance is not strong but faint, even if it is attractive, it is not enough to have a big impact on Yang Mu.
When the shallow desire rose from his lower abdomen, he suppressed it forcefully. Before he had time to carefully smell the sweet fragrance, a scene happened in front of his eyes that was enough to make Yang Mu shadow his whole life.
Not far from Yang Mu, the man grabbed the captured man's neck with his hands, and Yang Mu's eyes widened. The one who fell into the man's hands was the "Yang Mu" elder in this sect with the same name and surname as him.
Elder Yang's usually cold and frosty face was flushed red now, he was struggling fiercely to escape from the clutches of the man in front of him, but it was in vain.
Slowly, he gave up struggling, and his usually deep and sharp eyes were forced to squeeze into a slit, and his eyes were full of hatred.
If eyes can kill people, Elder Yang's eyes are like thousands of silver needles trying to pierce the person in front of him into a big hole formed by hundreds of small holes.
The man in front of him was unmoved by the eyes of Elder Yang, and with a slight push of his hand, he heard a crisp "click", and the elder slowly slid down from the man's hand, falling softly. On the ground, no more sound.
The man took out a clean handkerchief and wiped his hands, wiped all the blood on the snow-white handkerchief, and then casually threw the handkerchief on the ground beside him.
The dots of red spots on the snow-white veil are simply shocking.
Yang Mu has never seen death since he came here. He was in the 21st century before, not to mention meeting such a bloody thing in front of him.
Now the sect was littered with corpses, and it was as simple as trampling an ant to death with the coldness of that person just now, which made his legs a little weak.
It seemed that his eyes were stung by the red spots on the snow-white veil, Yang Mu suddenly came back to his senses, and wanted to run to the gate of the sect.
The man turned around at this moment.
Yang Mu finally saw the appearance of this person clearly.
It is not too much to describe this person with a face like a crown jade. The tall and straight mountain roots give this person a sense of perseverance, and the three-dimensional outline is like a knife.
The black half-length hair danced in the air with the wind blowing, and there seemed to be a little bit of red light in the pair of deep and mysterious black eyes on the face, which made people shudder.
The man stared at Yang Mu with half-closed eyes, and Yang Mu felt as if he could see a solid killing intent in the man's eyes.
As if he was not satisfied with just looking at Yang Mu from a distance, the man walked towards Yang Mu without haste.
Yang Mu felt that he was about to cry, and he even saw the end of his sad death in a trance. His calf trembled a little, and every step the man made seemed to be stepping on the apex of his heart, which made his heart tremble violently.
"Crack." The man finally came to Yang Mu's body, and Yang Mu's head was already covered with sweat.
"No...don't kill me." Yang Mu's lips trembled, almost begging in his heart. It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's just that now he's shaking so badly that even his teeth are chattering.
Yang Mu, who has lived his life peacefully for two lifetimes, has never encountered such a matter of life and death.
"Don't don't kill me, I, I, I... I'll cook something delicious for you." Yang Mu tried to influence the man with his sincere eyes.
Although he knew clearly in his heart that the things in the novel that saved him with Shui Lingling's eyes were all nonsense.
"I won't kill you." The man finally spoke. His voice is deep but full of magnetism, speaking softly to people is as gentle as to a lover.
It's just that this gentleness made Yang Mu even more afraid from the bottom of his heart. Isn't this person in front of him a pervert
If he doesn't kill himself, is he going to treat himself in a more cruel way? For example, cut off your own hands and feet first, then feed him chili peppers, and then sprinkle chili water on his wounds...
Yang Mu's trembling became even stronger after filling his brain with 10,000 words of stories about villains brutally killing little people that he had seen before. He was like a small boat drifting in the sea in a storm, drifting alone with the current, in danger of capsizing at any time.
"Leave, or hang out with me from now on." The man said indifferently, he stood upright with a personable demeanor, completely different from the previous murderous demon.
If you don't hang out with him, it's very likely that your end will be death... or worse than death... Yang Mu started to think again, and then said decisively: "Fuck with you!" No matter what, keeping your life is the most important thing of.
"En." The man nodded, and said, "My name is Shi Dixuan, you wait for me at the bottom of the mountain." Then he flew away.
At the moment when he turned sideways, Yang Mu seemed to see a black and vigorous "king" faintly flashing on Shi Dixuan's forehead. Mysterious and full of domineering.
As soon as Shi Dixuan left, Yang Mu sat on the ground collapsed, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. As soon as he raised his face, there were corpses in front of him. He trembled again in fright. Regardless of his weak legs, he pulled up his legs and rushed down the mountain.
He originally thought that if he couldn't be the protagonist, it would be good to be a comfortable little passer-by. Who would have thought that misfortunes and bullies would strike, and he could only be a little brother in the end.
The key is that there is a bloodthirsty and brutal person on top... Yang Mu really felt that his neck might be hanging in the air in the future, and he didn't know when it would disappear.
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From then on, Yang Mu lived a life of being someone's younger brother.
After a period of trembling at the beginning, Yang Mu discovered many things.
For example, Shi Dixuan was actually a beast clan, and he slaughtered the sect only because his parents were killed by people in this sect, and for example, Yang Mu was not the only one released by Shi Dixuan that day.
He only killed the people he thought should be killed, and some of the people he let go were those who had helped Shi Dixuan, although some of those help might not be worth mentioning at all.
But even so, it can't change the cruel and bloodthirsty nature of Shi Dixuan in Yang Mu's heart. Every time he saw Shi Dixuan, his legs still felt weak.
There's no way, Shi Dixuan is a head taller than him, and usually looks down at him. From time to time, red dots flashed in a pair of black eyes, full of bloodthirsty. The vigorous black "king" character on the forehead is always looming, giving people a sense of depression.
Shi Dixuan always gave Yang Mu a feeling like that written in novels - the feeling of an emperor who looks down on the common people and holds the power of life and death in the world.
Moreover, Yang Mu saw Shi Dixuan tore a human being indifferently more than once, even though those human beings were all evil-doers who specialized in capturing and killing orcs.
But shredded! ! ! This reminds Yang Mu of the Shredded Chicken, Shredded Duck, Shredded Goose he had eaten in the 21st century...and the famous Shredded Devil.
Cruel, terrifying, bloody... These are synonymous with Shi Dixuan.
Yang Mu was always worried that he would be torn apart accidentally by Shi Dixuan.
The only thing that made Yang Mu a little bit entertained was that after he knew that Shi Dixuan was from the Beast Race, he remembered the news he had heard from others.
The Beast Race is a race that everyone is scrambling for on the mainland. I don't know which human being discovered that the semen of the Beast Race's male side has a great tonic effect on humans, so everyone started to compete for the Beast Race.
Regardless of whether you are "contained" orally, as long as you dissolve the semen of the orc male into your body, your cultivation will increase significantly, which is more than the usual increase in cultivation by taking drugs!
How can this keep people on the mainland from going crazy.
They captured the males of the orcs and killed the old motherhood of the orcs. Put the young ones in captivity, and prepare to breed and regenerate the next litter of orcs.
It's a pity that very few of the orcs can be born with spiritual wisdom. Even if both parents are born with spiritual wisdom, the child born may be just an ordinary beast.
In this way, the number of orcs became smaller and smaller. Even if some strong men appeared in the orcs, they were caught by the stronger humans and locked in a small dark room.
As for what to do with that orc, everyone knows.
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Semen can greatly increase one's skill, this is simply unscientific! The function of Shidixuan's semen is comparable to the invincible supplement pill
While facing Shi Dixuan, Yang Mu's calf became weak, and at the same time, he secretly rubbed his stomach and cursed in his heart from time to time. This feeling is really exciting! It's like listening to the perverted dean's lecture in class, while silently complaining about her in my heart, it's exciting!
That is, every time Di Xuan's cold eyes swept over, Yang Mu silently turned his head to the side.
He is guilty.
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Shi Dixuan treated the younger brothers around him very well, and he never lacked pills and weapons.
Although every day he was worried that his head would be separated from his body with a "snap" sound, or that he would be torn apart by his hands, but as long as he didn't anger Shi Dixuan, his little life would be quite nourishing.
Just when Yang Mu felt that this kind of life was not bad, he was killed by another younger brother beside Shi Dixuan.
That little brother was an orc that Shi Dixuan had just rescued from a human, and was almost tortured to death. He has a strong hatred for human beings in his heart. After he recovered, he followed Yang Mu's back with hatred every day.
Because among Shi Dixuan's younger brothers, only Yang Mu is a human being...
Yang Mu didn't care at first... But it wasn't until the moment he was killed that he felt resentment in his heart. What kind of enmity did he have with this brother? Other humans are obsessed with orc semen, but he doesn't have any f*cking thoughts!
Who the hell wants to take it orally, it contains a man's semen! It's the same even for male orcs!
He has never done anything bad in his life! Even the flowers and plants are trying their best to take care of them! Why did he die so unjustly in the end...
Brother, you are venting your anger...
Yang Mu raised his hand tremblingly, pointing at the orc with a face of hatred in front of him, without raising it up in one breath, Yang Mu directly returned to his homeland.