The night was dark.
Jian Xiuyun slowly opened his eyes, and found that he was sitting on a yellow rosewood chair. There were no candles in the room, only the moonlight shining through the hollow carved tallow window, barely illuminating the room.
A touch of sandalwood penetrated into the nose, and the closed facial features gradually stretched out.
Jian Xiuyun sat up straight in surprise, looked around carefully, and soon realized that this was his usual clean room.
But isn't he dead
Still tortured to death.
Jian Xiuyun looked down at his intact body in white.
A ridiculous idea rose in his mind.
He... reborn? !
The memory of the previous life gradually recovered.
After the death of Jian Xiuyun in the previous life, he found that he had been living in a book called "The Supreme Being of the Immortal Way".
This is a book about the growth of a hero who cultivates truth. It tells the story of a hero whose parents died at an early age and who has gone through countless hardships. He grows up step by step, and finally takes revenge and slaps all those who bullied him in the face. Male frequent cool text.
Unfortunately, the male protagonist of this book is the little apprentice he has never liked. What is even more unfortunate is that he is the most outstanding one among the male protagonist's many tribulations. The shit-stirring stick that mainly adds trouble, commonly known as the villain.
In the previous life, as a face controler, he always looked down on the hero because of the large burn marks on his face, made things difficult for him, didn't give him a good face, and even dug out his golden core to practice medicine for himself, because of these actions His deeds, his end can be described as very miserable.
After the hero unified the world of comprehension, he was thrown into the dungeon, his tendons were broken, his martial arts were abolished, not only his ten fingers were broken, but all the bones in his body were smashed, and then he was hanged in the It took a whole year of torture in the dungeon to give him pleasure.
Just when Jian Xiuyun thought he was finally liberated, he was born again.
Jian Xiuyun recalled the miserable end of her previous life, and decided to start a new life and treat the male lead well.
Even if you don't like him anymore, you still have to pretend to like him.
If you can't give sincerity, then give acting skills.
After clearly arranging the road ahead, Jian Xiuyun stood up and decided to go out first to find out what time it is.
However, as soon as he stood up, he heard a "bang", and something fell from his hand.
Jian Xiuyun leaned over and picked up the thing on the ground, took a look under the moonlight, and found it was a small dagger.
The blade reflected the moonlight, giving off a cold light.
Dagger, clean room, midnight.
These scenes are combined together, why are they so familiar.
There seemed to be a flash of lightning flashing through his mind, and he remembered that in his last life, he tied Kan Wenxiao to the clean room on such a night, and then used this dagger to cut open the male lead's abdomen and take his gold. Dan.
That is to say...
Jian Xiuyun's complexion changed, he walked around the wooden table in front of him, and strode forward.
After walking a few steps, he saw a boy tied to the huge furnace in the middle of the clean room.
Kan Wenxiao was wearing the white-and-blue-patterned attire of his disciple, sitting quietly on the ground. His upper body was bound by a rough rope, and he was tightly attached to the cold furnace. With coolness, let alone late at night.
Kan Wen Xiao shivered from the cold, but bit his lips tightly and didn't say a word.
Seems to know that shouting is useless.
Seeing this scene, Jian Xiuyun sighed in his heart.
Now Kan Wenxiao is fourteen years old, and it has been ten years since he was brought to Xuyu. Before that, he has experienced his beatings and punishments, making things difficult for him, and his undisguised dislike.
Now it might be a bit difficult to win back Kan Wenxiao's goodwill towards him.
But if you think optimistically, the point of no return has not yet been reached.
Maybe there is still a chance.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the face in front of him that had appeared countless times in his nightmares, so similar but obviously different.
He collected himself, suppressed the fear in his heart, and stepped forward to help him untie the rope.
Before getting close, Kan Wenxiao's body flinched a little, and he stepped back, staring at him and the knife in his hand vigilantly.
"What are you doing!"
Kan Wenxiao's left face was covered with traces of being burned, and in the night with his vigilant expression, he looked very terrifying.
Jian Xiuyun frowned slightly, subconsciously took a step back, trying to stay away from him.
However, the next moment, a piercing voice appeared in his mind.
"Master hates my skin just like that? What if Master also becomes like this? Will you also hate yourself?"
After the black figure finished speaking, he walked slowly to the table beside him, picked up a candlestick with knuckle-knuckle fingers, and then clasped his chin, allowing the flames to rage greedily on his cheeks.
Even though it has been separated by a different time and space, the pain of the flame burning the flesh still came over. Jian Xiuyun suddenly raised his hand and stroked his face. It was smooth and cold, just a memory.
No, everything before must never happen again.
Thinking of this, Jian Xiuyun no longer hesitated, stepped forward and squatted down, ignoring Kan Wenxiao's struggle, took him into his arms, and raised the dagger.
Kan Wenxiao closed his eyes in despair, bit his lips tightly, and waited for the pain to come.
However, there was only a "bang", and then the body relaxed, and the whole person fell into a warm embrace.
This posture was only maintained for a second before he was let go.
Kan Wenxiao opened his eyes and found that the rope binding him was broken, and the dagger he thought would be stuck on him was thrown aside.
Kan Wenxiao stood up supporting the furnace, and looked at Jian Xiuyun inexplicably, with suspicion in his eyes.
"What the hell do you mean?"
Even the master didn't call, which shows the current relationship between them.
Jian Xiuyun opened his mouth, but couldn't think of a reasonable explanation for a while, so he simply kept silent, just pointing at the door and said lightly: "Go back and rest."
Kan Wen and Xiao Wenyan didn't show any relaxed expression on their face, but their expression became more dignified.
It seemed that he couldn't believe that he would let him go so easily.
Seeing him standing there in a daze, Jian Xiuyun gave him a sideways glance and said, "What? Do you want me to see you off?"
Kan Wenxiao stared at him for a while, seeing that he really didn't make any next move, then turned and walked out.
Before he took two steps, Jian Xiuyun's voice came from behind him, "Wait a minute."
Kan Wenxiao stopped in his tracks without turning his head, with an expression on his face as expected.
He knew how Jian Xiuyun could let him go so easily.
However, in the next second, the shoulders sank, and a burst of warmth penetrated into the limbs and bones along the skin.
Kan Wenxiao looked down in a daze, and there was a pure white cloak on his body, which was obviously just taken off Jian Xiuyun.
Faced with too much malice from him, Kan Wenxiao only felt flustered and at a loss when he received such kindness that he didn't know whether it was true or not.
You can only cover yourself with bravado.
With his fingers gripping the hem of his cape tightly, he asked, "What the hell do you mean?"
Jian Xiuyun looked at his appearance of being strong in the outside world, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. No matter how good he will be in the future, he is still a child now, and he suddenly feels that the odds of winning are better.
"It's cooling down, don't freeze." Jian Xiuyun said briefly.
Kan Wen Xiao Wenyan's expression was more subtle, he really doubted whether the master had been taken away.
Otherwise, why would you care about him
"No need, thank you, Master." Kan Wenxiao was really not used to his inexplicable kindness, and he stretched out his hand to untie the cloak.
However, as soon as he moved, his hand was held down.
Jian Xiuyun's expression was indifferent, showing no emotion, "It's cold outside, if you don't want a cloak, how about master carrying you back?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his arms to him, "Hey, come here, Master."
Kan Wenxiao was completely dumbfounded, and stayed where he was for a moment without moving.
After being dazed for a long while, Kan Wenxiao came back to his senses and hurriedly replied, "No need." Then he hurried out.
Jian Xiuyun recalled the decisive Kan Wenxiao in his previous life, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. Did Kan Wenxiao look like this when he was a child
Jian Xiuyun is a face control person, because Kan Wenxiao's face makes it annoying to look at him more than once, so he has never really gotten close to him.
Now that I have touched it, it is still interesting.
A night wind blew in along the window, and Jian Xiuyun couldn't help coughing in a low voice.
He was already in the late stage of Nascent Soul, but some time ago when he hit the distraction stage, he accidentally went into a maddened state and injured the spiritual roots in his body.
Not only did he lose his cultivation, but his soul was also seriously injured.
At this moment, he found a secret recipe in an ancient book, using the golden elixir produced by the blood of the Fusang tribe as medicine, which can not only nourish the primordial spirit, but also wish him a breakthrough in cultivation.
And there is only one Fusang bloodline around him, and that is Kan Wenxiao.
On the matter of whether to take Kan Wenxiao's golden pill to help him, Jian Xiuyun only hesitated for a second before arriving at the answer.
People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves.
So in the last life, he happily took Kan Wenxiao's golden pill.
However, the hero deserves to be the hero.
After losing the golden elixir, he was only depressed for a while, and then found an immortal cheat book in the Library Pavilion, which can be practiced without the golden elixir, directly transforming the aura between heaven and earth into internal strength.
Cultivate all the way to the Mahayana period, unifying the world of comprehension.
Without Kan Wenxiao's golden elixir in this life, he doesn't know when his body will recover.
But even if his body was always so sick, he still recognized it, after all, he didn't have the guts to take Kan Wenxiao's golden elixir now.
As for what will happen in the future.
Take one step at a time.