After I committed myself to the yandere villain, the male protagonist turned evil

Shen Niannian could not count how many times Lu Wenyan had his arms cut off, his legs cut off, and his head cut off.

After every death, there is the fear of returning to reality.

An ordinary person might go crazy in such fear.

But Lu Wenyan seemed to be born without fear.

This made Xuanyuan Jiao feel very happy.

"You are really a demon who can cause trouble to all living beings!"

"Don't be afraid of life and death, and don't care about life or death."

He seemed satisfied, satisfied with his 'masterpiece'.

Lu Wenyan practiced desperately every day. He obviously found fun and was obsessed with it and did not find it boring.

But Xuanyuan Jiao never sparred with him. He just watched and watched quietly like a chess player.

The time of January passed quietly like this.

Xuanyuan Jiao once again brought Lu Wenyan and appeared in front of Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan had obviously been waiting for a long time. At one moment, when Shen Niannian saw him, his eyes almost burst out with intense light.

She had to sigh, Xuanyuan Jiao really understood people's hearts.

Zhaoyuan has been practicing for many years, and I am afraid that all my obsessions in this life will be gathered here.

But this time, the surprise and shock in Zhao Yuan's eyes were quickly apparent.

Because Lu Wenyan's puppetry skills have surpassed him, and not only that, his swordsmanship has also begun to show its edge.

"Zhao Yuan, his puppetry skills are already superior to yours." Xuanyuan Jiao's voice was like a demon piercing his ears: "Not long after, he will also surpass you in the swordsmanship that you are so proud of!"

"You are just an ordinary person. You have no talent at all in terms of cultivation."

“If you don’t have talent, it’s better to give up.”

Zhao Yuan's thoughts were obviously affected by it.

He missed, and his spiritual power, accompanied by the shadow of the sword, headed towards Lu Wenyan's neck as if it was about to take someone's life.

This scene made Shen Niannian almost speechless.

She subconsciously rushed towards Lu Wenyan, completely forgetting that everything in front of her was just a memory.

But she still missed it.

Xuanyuan Jiao, on the other hand, folded his hands across his chest and stood tall, watching with cold eyes.

To him, Lu Wenyan was just a plaything and a test subject. If he died this time, he would be dead.

Unexpectedly, Lu Wenyan ducked sideways.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yuan's realm was far superior to him, and his swordsmanship was far superior to him. Even though he escaped from the killing move, one of his arms was still cut off by the sharp sword edge.

This time, it was not a fantasy, but a reality. The right arm holding the sword was cut off.

Blood splashed and gurgled outward.

Shen Niannian was stunned in place, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

She even felt that her right arm began to feel pain.

But Lu Wenyan's face remained as usual. If it weren't for the rational sweat on his forehead and the blue veins that swelled up, everyone would think that he didn't know what pain was.

"It's really fun."

The young man's white clothes were stained with blood, and his face was also stained with splashes of blood, but his features were all smiling.

No one knew what he meant by these words.

At this moment, even Zhao Yuan was stunned.

His original intention was not to kill this young man.

But his Taoist heart was... shaken by Xuanyuan Jiao just now.

This has always been his grudge.

His talent was never as good as that of his junior brother. Even though his master finally passed on the puppetry to him, he still failed to pass on all the essence of the puppetry.

Until Lu Wenyan's right arm was cut off by his own hands, the bright and dazzling color brought back some of his sense.

He then stopped and summoned his sword back.

"Young Master Lu..."

He was extremely apologetic, and his handwriting at this time seemed to be bullying the young with his elders, and bullying the younger with his elders.

He, a monk who had lived for hundreds of years, actually had murderous intentions towards a twelve-year-old boy.

"Look, this is your Taoist heart." Xuanyuan Jiao laughed sarcastically at this moment: "Trash is trash, and it can never catch up with genius."

"Don't try to confuse people's minds." Zhao Yuan's face turned pale as he looked at Xuanyuan Jiao.

But after saying this, Xuanyuan Jiao stopped paying attention to Zhao Yuan, and his eyes fell on Lu Wenyan.

"Don't forget what you promised me."

After saying that, he took a deep look at Lu Wenyan, then suddenly turned around, jumped up, and disappeared in front of everyone.

Zhaoyuan didn't know what kind of agreement Xuanyuan Jiao had with Lu Wenyan.

But seeing Lu Wenyan losing too much blood, he was about to faint.

He quickly stepped forward and fed him a pill.

In this regard, Lu Wenyan was extremely meek. He only raised his lips after feeling the blood in his arm begin to stop.

Zhao Yuan took him back.

Still brought it back to Anyang Hou Mansion.

Since that day when Lu Wenyan was kidnapped by Xuanyuan Jiao, autumn has turned to winter.

The short three months, to Lu Wenyan, felt like a lifetime ago.

When he returned to Anyang Hou Mansion, Lu Wenyan even felt a little strange.

He was used to the dark underground palace, and when he first saw the bright houses everywhere, he seemed a little uncomfortable.

But during those days, when his right arm was chopped off, Zhao Yuan felt guilty and kept running around, looking for a panacea to restore his arm.

In the world of immortality, even if a broken limb could be restored, it would still require a lot of resources, not to mention that Zhao Yuan was still in the mortal world at this time.

When Zhao Yuan left Anyang Hou Mansion, Lu Yaoqin came to see Lu Wenyan several times alone.

But every time, Lu Yaoqin left hysterically, and the abuse and resentment suddenly arose the moment she saw Lu Wenyan.

Because Xuanyuan Jiao interrupted the life-changing technique, Wei Xi's body showed signs of decline day by day after Lu Wenyan was kidnapped.

In the past few days, he has been vomiting blood again.

This made Lu Yaoqin very painful.

And Lu Wenyan's return made her hate him even more.

She didn't understand why such a good person like Wei Xi became like this, but Lu Wenyan survived several disasters and was still living so well to this day.

"Why don't you die?"

"Why don't you die?"

"You are the one who deserves to die! For a good person like Wei Xi... why don't you use your life to give him a way to live?"

"Wei Xi can't die!"

"Monsters...are the ones who deserve to die!"

Lu Yaoqin said word by word, sentence by sentence, she didn't even call Lu Wenyan's name in the past few days.

Perhaps in her eyes and heart, Lu Wenyan is still that monster.

As for Lu Wenyan, he was obviously numb.

He even vaguely knew that the so-called death seemed to be something that people were afraid of.

Once, Lu Yaoqin lost control and slapped him.

He just smiled and raised his eyes and asked her: "Didn't you say that death is bliss? Then why not let Wei Xi die?"

This sentence made Lu Yaoqin stunned at first, and then she rushed forward and grabbed his neck tightly.

Her eyes were crazy, different from the gentleness when she saw Wei Xi, and different from the kindness when she saw Wei Meteor. Only in front of Lu Wenyan, Lu Yaoqin was not the beautiful and dignified woman, but an evil ghost.

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