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

"elder brother…"

Guangmu opened his mouth, his voice extremely hoarse.

He tried his best to squeeze out a smile, his mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were filled with blood and tears.

At the last moment of his life, he no longer called Liang Lin the emperor, and he lost the sense of awe that the two had far apart in status before, and he lost the sense of distance between his subordinates.

I just called my brother very intimately.

It seems that in his heart, the person in front of him has never been someone with high status and power, who cannot be touched.

But a loving and righteous brother who he is willing to take the initiative to follow to the death.

Guangmu tried his best to squeeze out a smile, and said weakly, "Brother, what I have always wanted to ask...is...you killed the old emperor, what should be....unspeakable?"
He looked at Liang Lin, and finally asked the confusion that had been buried in his heart for many years.

This was a secret they never knew, but they never had any doubts about Liang Lin because of this matter.

Now that he was about to die, he only wanted to hear an answer, it didn't matter whether it was true or not, he just wanted to hear the answer from this man himself.

"Yes."
Liang Lin nodded lightly, with sadness in his eyes, he didn't want to avoid talking about this loyal confidant anymore, and even felt a little unspeakable shame in his heart.

Why, didn't you tell them sooner?
"Haha...haha...I know, I just know..."

Guangmu smiled happily, but blood was flowing out of the seven orifices uncontrollably, the blood no longer contained divinity, and what was flowing out now was his few lifespans.

"Nephew who has heard a lot, you didn't die in vain, you didn't die in vain!"

Guangmu said slowly, "Back then, when that kid went to the world to quell the turmoil, he overheard some old monsters speculating about you secretly."

"This kid fought with others on the spot, but he didn't know that those old monsters were the elders of aristocratic families, but this kid was also desperate, and dragged his extremely weak body to kill those few Elder."
"He lay in Duowen's arms back then and said excitedly that he didn't lose face to you, and he didn't believe Dijun that you really brutally beheaded the old Dijun for the power of the Jiuchongtian Palace."

"That kid did a good job, he didn't die in vain..."

There was a look of relief in Guangmu's eyes, and a look of satisfaction flashed through.

But there are still many wishes in his heart that have not been fulfilled. Looking at Liang Lin who is overly sad, his eyes are filled with various emotions.

"Brother, do you know that our brothers have laughed at you in private, saying that you are expressionless and indifferent, like a marionette. Although we are very respectful to you on the surface, in fact you can't see it. places often make fun of you."

"So, brother, you don't have to be too sad for people like us. When the Dragon Clan fought, we should have left completely. We are satisfied that we can still live until now."

"vomit…"

Guangmu was finally speechless, and a large amount of blood spit out from his mouth, swallowing his voice.

There was fear in his eyes.

This is the physiological reaction of all things in the world. When facing death, no matter how much you say you are not afraid, when this moment really comes, all creatures will panic.

"elder brother"

"I have one last wish... Take me back, I don't want to die in a place outside the territory, I don't want to be a homeless wild ghost."
"Brothers are all fighting bloody battles for this Xuanyan world, but why should they accuse and abuse me, even my descendants, fathers, would rather sever ties with us, I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled .”

"Brother...I'm homesick...I want to go home...Brother..."

The brilliance in the wide eyes completely dissipated.

He did not rest in peace, his palm tightly grasped Liang Lin's white robe, and he never let it go.

"I'll take you home, take you all home..."

Liang Lin's voice was extremely hoarse, and his palm lightly brushed his wide eyes, making him close them slowly.

He slowly put Guangmu's body into Ruyi Guiyuan Bell.

Immediately afterwards, in this world, I began to collect the broken armor and damaged sharp weapons floating in midair.

No one dared to disturb him, the old monsters were all stunned in place, quietly looking at the blood-stained figure in white.

It may be that he is concerned about the supernatural power of the watchman, or it may be that he does not want to disturb him at this moment from the bottom of his heart.

In the sky, a figure in white walks forward lonely, slowly bending over to pick up the belongings of his former confidant. This is a very sad and desolate scene.

.......
Outside the artifact of ancient paintings.

All the monks present couldn't hold back their sobs, each of them was peerless, and at this moment, tears blurred their eyes and they gritted their teeth.

It is not other people who should be resentful, not even the enemy outside the territory.

It's them themselves, it's the Xuanyan people!
How much did these generals of the Nine Heavens Palace pay for the Xuanyan Continent, but what will happen to them in the end?
After death, they cannot enter the ancestral graves, their lonely souls cannot find their way back home, and they spend their whole lives in painstaking practice, but they can only leave endless accusations and abuse in the long history.

How cruel.

....
Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

Liang Lin quietly stood upright on the ground, he looked up at the nine heavens, and returned to Yuanzhong with Ruyi in his arms, without any unnecessary movements.

He seemed to have turned into a sculpture that had lost its vitality. I don't know how long it had passed. He didn't move, made no sound, and just quietly hugged Ruyi Guiyuanzhong.

"I'll take you and wait, go home..."
He spoke softly.

Momentum increased instantly.

His white clothes are fluttering and he is majestic. His eyes are deeper than the night sky. He looks calm and calm, with no sentimentality or grief on his face.

He is calm and self-possessed, not angry.

"boom!"
The white-clothed figure surged in momentum, his snow-white clothes fluttered, and countless rays of light gathered around him, connecting with Jiutian.

Each beam of light is extremely thick, like a pillar supporting the gods, colorful, split the starry sky, penetrated the clouds, and made the world shake.

This is the killing intent from the Emperor of the Nine Heavens Palace.

A lonely life, the beauty leaves, and the world blames her.

He shouldered a great responsibility and walked forward silently. All this time, only the generals of the Jiuchongtian Palace accompanied him in secret.

They survived the mighty battle of the Dragon Clan, but died in this peaceful and prosperous age, at the hands of Xuanyan's own monks.

Hundreds of people, less than thirty people left.

But now, the remaining generals have also left, and all of Liang Lin's confidants have disappeared.