Reincarnated in the world of cultivation, the male protagonist and I became brothers

That Qujin...that Qujin! That Qujin?

Different voices emerged in his mind, Na Qujin had a headache, and even the appearance of the person in front of him began to blur.

Illusions can access people's memories. Although Qujin was suppressed by drugs, the deep memory will not be forgotten and gradually emerges in the mind.

"Qujin..."

"Who is it! Who are you!"

"Qujin..."

Tears ran down her cheeks unconsciously, and she squatted on the ground, holding herself tightly with both hands.

"Let me out!!! Let me out!!!" The gentleman slapped the concierge, but no one paid attention.

"You damn demons!"

"Aren't you also a demon?"

The door opened, and the gentleman subconsciously stepped back.

"I'm not a demon." The gentleman glared at the person in front of him. He had never seen this person before, but he could guess it from the respectful attitude of the person behind him.

"I'm just deceiving myself." He waved his hand casually, and the scene before his eyes suddenly changed, and he came to a cold place.

The sudden cold made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Here, if you don't use magic energy to resist the cold, you will freeze to death." He ignored the people behind him and walked forward on his own.

The husband was a little hesitant. He rarely used magic energy. He just wanted to be an ordinary person.

But the cold air rising from the ground made him realize that what the man said was not a lie.

He looked around and found that the place was closed and the entrance could not be seen behind him, so he had to walk forward.

The further inside we went, the colder it became, and even Mr.'s demonic aura was unable to withstand it.

He saw a crystal-like object with a person sealed inside. He closed his eyes tightly and seemed to be asleep.

The man seemed to have cast some spell. The ice crystals gradually melted, and the water vapor rose upwards, falling to the wall and forming icicles again.

"Come here." There were only two people in the cave, and the gentleman came over reluctantly.

There was a cold bed in front of him. The gentleman looked carefully at the person lying on it. His lips were bloodless and his skin showed a faint cyan color.

"Diagnose him."

The gentleman looked at him as if he were an idiot, but out of professionalism, he took the pulse and gave him his answer.

"he died."

Suddenly, the gentleman's neck was pinched, and the gentleman grabbed the man's hand.

"Ahem...ha...uh...you...want to..."

"Say it again." He stared at his husband, exerting more and more force on his hands.

"He...ahem...he...death..." Before the word "death" could be pronounced, the husband was choked to the point of being speechless. Seeing that he was about to suffocate, he let go of his hand and the husband collapsed on the ground.

"Ha...cough cough cough..." The gentleman breathed heavily, but all he breathed in was cold air, which burned his throat.

He suspected that this strange man did it on purpose. The person on the bed died at the first sight, and he still wanted to see him.

He has seen weird people before, but this is the first time he has seen such weird people.

"It's okay...it's okay." He muttered, seemingly comforting himself.

"It will be reincarnation soon..."

My husband listened for a while, but I really couldn't understand what he said. He looked like a psycho.

"Hey, who is he to you?" The gentleman's voice was hoarse and he swallowed his words. I don't know if the man understood it.

He said without raising his head, "My brother."

"elder brother…"

The husband thought, this is no wonder. It turns out that a relative has passed away. It is understandable that he is so hysterical.

"My condolences." He said and stood up on the cold bed.

"I need your help." He moved the person on the bed back into the ice crystal.

"Help? I won't help you. You killed many people..." Mr. said harshly. Everyone in the village died in the turmoil...his home...the people he loved...all gone.

"I hate you for not having time, stop joking."

"Jianxin, my name." He turned around, his amber eyes showing no emotion.

"It's none of my business what you call me. Let me go." The gentleman groped on the wall to see if there was any exit.

He just fumbled for a while when the scene in front of him changed again and he returned to the wing.

The husband tripped over a chair on the floor and felt the pain on his buttocks.

Seeing Xin ignored him, he turned around and went out. Before the husband could react, the door was closed.

The husband got up and leaned on the door, "Hey!!! That one called Jianxin!! Don't leave! Let me out!"

He shouted for a while and found that Jian Xin had already gone far away, so he gave up and went back to lie down on the bed.

Late at night, he groped his way to the door. There were only guards outside, so he tiptoed and found a corner far away.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote.

'I have met the Lord of the Demon Clan, whose name is in my heart. I have not found out where they are, so don't go back. '

He looked outside, folded the paper in his hand into a paper crane, and stuffed the paper crane through the gap.

The paper crane came to life and flew crookedly in the air, but at a very fast speed and disappeared after a while.

Zhao Wuyin was sitting in the forest, with bamboo leaves slowly floating down, and his true energy surrounding him. He was obviously practicing.

But his practice had always been smooth, but he encountered a bottleneck and seemed unable to reach the limit of breakthrough. He slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

Zhao Wuyin realized that something had entered his barrier. He looked back and saw that it was a paper crane that had fallen into pieces. He reached out to catch it.

The paper crane was spread out in his hand, dying. Zhao Wuyin touched its head, and it lay down peacefully.

Zhao Wuyin opened the paper, read the text inside, and folded it back.

"Why are you here?" The seventh elder looked at the person in front of him and raised his eyes.

The seventh elder looks very old, with white eyebrows and beard hanging down his front.

"Found the traces of the demons."

"Well...Jianxingzhou has been cleaned up." The seventh elder walked to Zhao Wuyin step by step on crutches.

Zhao Wuyin handed the paper crane to him. The paper crane seemed much happier to see him, jumping in his hand.

"Thank you for your hard work." He stroked Zhihe's head and comforted him.

"I will send someone to follow." After receiving the response from the Seventh Elder, Zhao Wuyin cupped his hands and prepared to go home.

The seventh elder watched him walk out the door, stroking his long beard and shaking his head.

"The sky has changed...

"Master, what did you say?" asked the apprentice who came to receive the paper crane.

"Nothing, just follow the paper crane and ask Xunmen to check where the demons are."

"Yes."

"There is nothing here." Zhi Chao looked around at the top of the tower.

Rong Nian and Qi Zhiyuan did not expect that there was only a huge platform on the top of the tower and nothing else.

Looking down from the top of the tower, nothing can be seen, only slowly flowing clouds.

"Being fooled every day is different." Rong Nian said with emotion.

"Maybe we have to wait for the moon." Qi Zhiyuan looked at the sky. The bright moon hung high in the sky, looming.