Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

It's just that Liang Xiaoxiao seems a little strange to Liang Lin, an elder brother.

Her life, before she could remember anything, was very miserable.

After remembering, he has been practicing Taoism in the sect.

Known as the number one genius in the sect, her life is extremely smooth, her beautiful face and her talent for cultivation are excellent!
The closest person is only the respected elder, Master.

Until her master passed away, she received an invitation from the emperor of Jiuchongtian Palace to attend her brother's wedding.

In my impression, this elder brother's figure is already somewhat lost.

Now she only has a little remnant memory, that is a small figure, but she has been trying her best to protect her.

She also had a lot of expectations for her brother in her spare time, especially after learning that he was Emperor Qinghua, she felt that her brother's image was extremely heroic.

But what she never expected was.

The man I saw in front of me had a decadent face, complicated eyes, mixed with many incomprehensible emotions, and even one of his arms was broken.It was far behind, as tall and majestic as she imagined.

Even at the moment they met, she was a little hesitant, whether this man was the brother she thought could bring her a sense of security since she was a child.

"Xiaoxiao...
There was obvious happiness in Liang Lin's voice.

He stood up slowly and walked towards Liang Xiaoxiao step by step.

Looking at the little girl in the past, now she has become a young girl, and looking at the wild girl who used to go around crazy, now she has become educated and sensible.

There are endless sighs in his heart.

But realizing the strangeness in Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes, he felt unspeakable sadness.

He slowly raised his hand, wanting to stroke Liang Xiaoxiao's head.

But the little girl dodged subconsciously, making him stop again.

Liang Lin tried his best to force a smile, and he took out a delicate wooden knife from his arms: "Xiaoxiao, do you remember this?"
"When you were young, you always liked to ride on your brother's neck, take this small wooden knife, and hit him on the head..."
Liang Lin said softly, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

……

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

At this moment, Liang Xiaoxiao couldn't cry.

Looking carefully at the small wooden knife in Liang Lin's hand, she felt unspeakable pain and unspeakable apology in her heart.

At that time, she had no idea how this little wooden knife came about.

But at this moment, after watching the past, she realized that it was a toy her brother made for her when she was a child.

He has always kept it close to him, and no matter what hardships and obstacles he has gone through for hundreds of years, he has never given up on this small wooden knife.

It is enough to see how important he is in his heart.

After that night, my brother handed the wooden knife to her again.

But how did she do it?
When he thought he had a deep hatred with his brother and joined the Justice League.

In order to show his determination, he cast a spell directly in front of Bai Chen and the fellow monks of the Justice League, shaking the small wooden knife into powder.

"Brother, I was wrong..."

Liang Xiaoxiao couldn't control her tears anymore.

Her body trembled slightly, tears rolled down, she sobbed softly, and the pear blossoms were raining.

She never remembered that her elder brother did so many things for herself when she was a child.

What's more, he didn't notice that when he grew up and met his brother for the first time, the strangeness he showed made him feel so sad and painful.

Now, everything has come to light.

But that man will never appear again!
Even if she has endless regrets and apologies in her heart, there is no way to make up for her brother.

"Today, I made a clean break with Liang Lin. If I go back on my word later, I will end up like this knife!"

Thinking of the heavy oath she made before, Liang Xiaoxiao felt even more painful at this moment, crying so hard that she couldn't make a sound!
……

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The two sat on the stone bench in the back garden and chatted about many things together.

But the monks outside the picture can detect that the relationship between the two is a bit awkward.

More precisely, it was Liang Xiaoxiao's unfamiliarity with the brother in front of her.

They are still the same siblings.

But when they met again, that petite and lovely girl never took the initiative to act like a baby to her brother again.

They also encountered the bloody feud of Tu Cun.

Walk out of that small mountain village together and live till now.

But Liang Xiaoxiao's face is full of clarity and innocence. She has inherited the ancient inheritance, like a fairy who can only be found in the nine heavens, her smile is full of beauty.

As for Liang Lin, although he is now the powerful Qinghua Emperor, his face is full of melancholy and his eyes are full of sadness.

Now there is an extremely conspicuous gap between the two of them!
All the monks present could see that it was this man who had shouldered all the responsibilities in exchange for Liang Xiaoxiao being so attention-grabbing and pure.

But when the two of them met again, every movement and eyes of Liang Xiaoxiao showed strangeness, which made that man, and all the monks outside the picture, undoubtedly extremely sad.

The scene in the artifact of the ancient painting began to change again.

In the back garden of Liang Lin's mansion.

Liang Xiaoxiao's figure left, and Song Ming came here.

"Brother, long time no see..."
Like Liang Xiaoxiao, Song Ming also came because of the old emperor's invitation.

When he knew Liang Lin's current identity, current status, and that he was going to get married? He didn't even close the retreat, and immediately rushed over from the Song family.

Liang Lin was also very surprised by his arrival.

The two embraced each other under the bright moonlight, and the joy from the heart lingered around them.

But it was also at this time that Song Ming's expression suddenly changed.

He tentatively pinched Liang Linkong's loose sleeve robe, with a shocked expression on his face: "Brother, where is your arm? Where is your sword heart?"
Song Ming couldn't figure out what had happened these years, killing intent and anger appeared on his face.

Looking at Liang Lin's weather-beaten eyes, Song Ming could sense that he had experienced many things and suffered a lot in these years.

"It's all in the past..."
Faced with his brother's concern, Liang Lin just said something calmly.

But these few words.

It wasn't until Liang Lin learned all the truth that Song Ming really realized how much helplessness and sadness were contained in these few words.

"Brother..."
"Why didn't you tell me back then."
Song Ming's eyes were full of sorrow, filled with unspeakable pain and sorrow.

He had done so many things for himself, but in the end he was suppressed in Jiuchongtian Palace by himself.

After being suppressed, how disheartened should he be in his heart?
Song Ming's apology deepened in his heart, he slowly lowered his head, hot tears fell one by one.