After rebirth, the little junior sister’s salty life

The Bloodthirsty Sword, also known as the Demonic Sword, was forged by Boy Ya, a master swordsmith from two thousand years ago, who spent ten years casting it!

The raw material of this sword is a piece of divine ore from the sky. If you use good thoughts to cast this sword, you will refine the divine sword. If you use evil thoughts to cast this sword, you will refine the demon sword.

That day, the master swordsmith Bo Ya wanted to refine a magic sword and leave it to his unborn son Bo Li!

However, at this time, he was discovered by people of the same clan, who wanted to take away the God and Demon Mine.

The man came to Bo Ya's house and wanted to steal the magic mine. He happened to be discovered by Bo Ya's pregnant wife. She was already nine months pregnant and the child would be born in a few days.

When she returned home, she happened to see someone sneaking around and shouted. The man was so panicked that he hit Bo Ya's wife away with a palm.

The woman felt a pain in her stomach. The pain was so intense that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she felt as if something was leaking out of her lower body.

"My child, my child!"

When Bo Ya returned home, he saw his nine-month-old wife lying dying at the door of the house. He ran over in panic, picked her up immediately, returned to the room, and immediately called someone to help deliver the baby.

However, it was too late. His wife did not survive, but she gave birth to a son, Bo Li. Bo Li was born with a strange mark on his forehead, which made the child look more enchanting.

Bo Ya was in agony, looking at the God and Demon Mine in front of him, hatred rushed into his heart for a moment.

For ten years, he worked tirelessly and finally forged the bloodthirsty sword. With the bloodthirsty sword, he massacred the man who killed his wife and his family.

After killing the people, he stumbled back home. The bloodthirsty sword absorbed his power, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to survive long.

Looking at the child next to him, "Li, come here!"

The child walked over obediently and looked at his father who was covered in blood in front of him. He was at a loss for a moment.

"Daddy!"

"Li, don't be afraid, come here and give your hand to daddy!"

Ali obediently stretched out his hand, and Bo Ya made a cut on his finger with the magic sword. Blood dripped on the magic sword, forming a contract with the little child, and he recognized him as his master from then on.

Seeing the magic sword entering his son's Dantian, he smiled slowly and closed his eyes.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

The child cried and shouted, but he could not wake up his only family.

After burying his father, little Ali grew up alone. Faced with everyone's criticism, he could only remain silent. Gradually, the innocent and happy child turned into the taciturn young man.

The memories ended here. Bo Li left the Qingyun Sect and rushed all the way to Wu Lei Village. He knew the Bloodthirsty Sword very well. The most profound thing about it was the place where it was born, the small village.

"It's really troublesome. If I had known, I should have destroyed the sword directly, but now it has caused so much trouble. Apart from him and dad, who else in the world knows about the bloodthirsty sword?"

This made him very confused. Forget it, let’s find the bloodthirsty sword quickly!

In order to prevent others from recognizing him, Bo Li specially bought a mask. Although two thousand years have passed, there is no guarantee whether anyone will recognize him, so it is better to wear a mask.

Just when he was thinking this, two girls walked into the teahouse. He knew both of them. One was Gu Qingning, a disciple of Jiujianxian, and the other was Fang Yuanyuan, a disciple of Xuan Xiao.

He looked at the two of them with silent interest. Why did they come here? Could it be because of the bloodthirsty sword?

"Ning Ning, are you sure that the bloodthirsty sword will come back here?"

In order to prevent others from paying attention to the purpose of their trip, all the communication between the two was transmitted to each other.

"There are records in ancient books that the Bloodthirsty Sword was forged by the master swordsmith Bo Ya in Wulei Village. Even if the Bloodthirsty Sword does not return here, there must be many things recorded about it here."

Qing Ning was sure, and the system's database also showed that apart from the first owner, the Bloodthirsty Sword had the deepest affection for this place. It had stayed here for a full ten years.

"That's right, let's take a rest here first!"

Although Bo Li, who was sitting with his back to them, could not hear their words, he knew very well that the two of them must be discussing about the bloodthirsty sword.

"These two disciples are very smart and sensible!"

Picked up the teacup, took a sip, and smiled!

"Okay, let's not talk about these people for now. Let's drink some tea quickly. The Village without Tears is ahead of us. I want to see what the origin of this bloodthirsty sword is."

After taking a rest, the two of them got up and left the tea shop, heading towards the Tears-Free Village.

Bo Li followed the two of them all the way, very leisurely. Although he was looking for the bloodthirsty sword, he was not in a hurry.

Ever since he was besieged and hanged, there was no longer any so-called distinction between justice and evil in his heart.

Back then, he held the Bloodthirsty Sword, but he never had any harmful intentions. If those people were not greedy and disgusting. In order to snatch the Bloodthirsty Sword, they poisoned him and attacked him sneakily, causing him to almost die. The Bloodthirsty Sword would not have harmed anyone. The protector was so eager that he killed everyone, lost his true nature, and massacred an entire city. Of course he was wrong, but weren't they forcing him?

He was finally punished and became what he is today, a man who is not a man, a woman who is not a woman, a human who is not a human, a ghost who is not a ghost!

This is the justice of heaven. Good people will not live long, but disasters will last for thousands of years!

In this case, he shouldn't be a good person anymore. Look, if he doesn't talk about living well now, what's the use of being a good person? If he becomes a disaster, won’t he survive? Oh, what an irony!