Jealousy is like a poisonous snake that bites the soul all the time. Before seeing Ye Wuji, Ying Yi didn't feel that he was having a bad life. He has food to eat every day and a bed to sleep on. Although practicing martial arts is hard, martial arts can give him strength. Ying Yi likes the feeling of having power. Every night he was afraid that he was actually dreaming. He was still the little beggar who lived in sorrow from one meal to the next, using the sky as his cover and the earth as his hut. Anyone could bully him and despise him.
Yingyi was grateful to Xie Hanyi and regarded him as a god, no, more noble than a god. When he was helpless, he prayed to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky but could not get the blessings of the gods and Buddhas. It was Xie Hanyi who gave him Brought out of the hell of hunger and cold. Although Yingyi has only seen Xie Hanyi a handful of times since entering Wuyou Villa, he has decided to be loyal to him for the rest of his life.
That day, Ying Yi finally defeated the previous Ying Yi and became the youngest Shadow Guard. The housekeeper took him to see Xie Hanyi.
Walking outside Xie Hanyi's courtyard, the housekeeper heard the laughter in the courtyard and stopped outside, waiting quietly.
Yingyi glanced inside curiously and saw a little girl in a goose-yellow skirt dancing with a sword in the courtyard. While dancing, she smiled and said, "Master, do you think I can learn the sword dance like this?"
Xie Han wears a green shirt and is upright, his figure is like a pine and cypress, Xiaoxiao is solemn, his movements are bright and clear, and his grace is as bright as the sun and the moon in his arms. At this moment, the indifference he had when they first met was completely gone from his face. He looked at the little girl dancing the sword intently, with a smile like spring breeze and rain on his face.
"Neither fish nor fowl." Although Xie Hanyi was criticizing, his tone was not harsh. He walked to the little girl, held her hand and corrected her mistake in the sword dance. He glanced at Ying Yi seemingly inadvertently, with residual tenderness in his eyes.
It would be great if... the person being looked at so tenderly was me, Yingyi couldn't help but think. Such thoughts take root and spread in my mind like weeds and cannot be removed. After Ying Yi was transferred to Xie Hanyi, he watched him get along with Ye Wuji every day, always imagining that he was Ye Wuji. He tried hard to contain his jealousy and dissatisfaction, always secretly hiding in the darkness and watching greedily.
"Humans are insatiable creatures. For example, when they are hungry, they just want to eat. After eating, they will start to want delicious food." The butler stopped whipping Ying Yi, he shook his head and sighed, "But in this world, Precious things are always limited, and not everyone can be the lucky one to get them.”
"That's fine if it's someone else, why is it her! Ye Wuji's qualifications are mediocre, what is there about her that makes the Lord look at her differently!" Ying Yi roared.
The butler turned around and said expressionlessly: "Yingyi violated the village rules, abolished martial arts, and expelled him from the village!"
"I'm not wrong! I'm not wrong!" Ying Yi yelled unwillingly, and the chains rattled. The executioner who took away the mask stepped forward and pierced his pipa bone with a red-hot iron rod without saying a word. Then his Dantian was destroyed and ten years of hard training were wasted.
The executioner dragged the unconscious Ying Yi to the back mountain and threw him from the Suwu Cliff. There was a crooked-neck pine tree growing halfway up the cliff. Ying Yi happened to hang on this tree when he fell. The impact made Ying Yi wake up, but at this time he only had half a breath left.
I can't die, I can't die here! Ying Yi opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the top of the cliff. One day, I will come back here again! Return to Wuyou Villa, return to the owner!
At this time, the pine tree was overwhelmed and broke with a snap, and Yingyi fell to the bottom of the cliff.
At this time, in Wuyou Villa, the housekeeper said to a girl who was kneeling on one knee, wearing a black shorts, and her hair covering her eyes: "From today on, you are Ying Yi."
The girl whispered: "Where is the original one?" The girl's voice was hoarse, as if her throat had been burned with a soldering iron.
"If you don't want to be like him, remember to think less and ask less, and just obey."
"Yes!" the girl responded respectfully.