I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

Countdown to going home: two days.

The battle situation was far worse than Sang Nian had imagined.

The flying boat landed, and a strong fishy wind blew in our faces.

The sky was dark and the ground was covered with blood.

Sang Nian followed them towards the camping tent, and one puppet after another drove a corpse transporter and passed by her.

The bodies on the vehicles were wearing the attire of the major sects. They would all be sent to the rear, claimed by the various sects, and taken back to their sects or hometowns for burial.

Some unrecognizable limbs will also be given names by sorcerers through bone painting.

Sang Nian looked at them, at the war in the distance, and at the disciples searching for their fellow disciples in the mountain of corpses in the back. He was in a trance for a long time.

What is the end of hatred?

Still hate.

——This is a war that will never end in this world.

The people of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance also restrained their expressions, and when they looked at the corpses, a hint of sadness flashed between their brows.

“They are all very young children.”

They said:

"About your age."

Sang Nian was speechless.

They added:

"This battle has been going on for more than just revenge for Xiao Zhuochen."

"If we lose, the Demon Realm will swallow up the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Then, what will happen to the people of the Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

"Countless people have died in the Immortal Sect, and there are signs of decline. If we were not helpless, we would not have come up with such a bad idea to go to Qingzhou to find you."

"If you still think of yourself as someone from the Immortal Cultivation World... then help us."

Sang Nian looked at the sky, her long hair blew by the wind, and the white hairband gently brushed across her cheek.

After a while, she said:

"The war will be over soon and no one will die."

Everyone just shook their heads:

"Innocent."

The tent arranged for Sang Nian was at the very edge of the camp.

As soon as she opened the curtain, a figure rushed over impatiently, opened his arms and hugged her tightly.

She was startled and just as she was about to reach out to push him, the other party let go.

In the not-so-spacious tent, the young man put his hands on his hips, showing his white teeth and smiling brightly:

"Long time no see, Taoist friend Sang."

So, Sang Nian also laughed:

"Long time no see, Fellow Daoist Shen."

Shen Mingchao circled around her again and again, sniffing here and there like a dog, pulling her hair from time to time, and said suspiciously:

"Why do I feel like you've lost a lot of weight and look listless? Did something happen to you in Qingzhou?"

Sang Nian slapped his claws away:

"I just had an illness and look a little haggard."

Shen Mingchao hurriedly said:

"Is it ok now?"

"Why would I come here if I wasn't well?" Sang Nian covered his nose with disgust, "You stink."

Shen Mingchao wiped the dust off his face and said awkwardly:

"We've been fighting every day, so we haven't had time to take a bath."

"You don't know how to use the Dust Purification Technique?"

Sang Nian was simply convinced by him:

"You don't know the Fire Art, nor the Dust Purification Technique. What on earth were you doing when Senior Brother Gu Bai was in class?"

Shen Mingchao muttered softly:

"I was just distracted for a moment, and he finished talking. What can I do?"

He shook Sang Nian's arm flatteringly:

"Besides, with you here, there's no need for me to learn these two spells. You know everything anyway, so just move your fingers and help me."

Sang Nian was silent for a long time:

"You should learn it."

Shen Mingchao raised his eyebrows:

"If you don't learn, I will order you around. It's useless for you to get annoyed."

Sang Nian said:

"What if I'm gone?"

Shen Mingchao was startled:

"Not here? Where are you going now?"

Sang Nian sighed and did not answer the question. He ruffled his hair and used hand gestures to perform the Dust Purification Technique.

He suddenly felt refreshed and the dust on his face disappeared.

Only then did she see that there was a long, hideous scar on the boy's fair cheek, extending all the way to his neck.

——From the direction of such a dangerous wound, she could roughly guess that the opponent must have slashed him in the face, and he only had time to turn his face to the side.

Just a little more and his life would have been left on the battlefield.

Sang Nian thought it must be very painful.

The precious and noble Young Prince Shen had never suffered such hardship in his life, but he held back and did not complain to her.

It's really rare.

Across from her, Shen Mingchao noticed her gaze and quickly stretched out his hand to block her gaze:

"I'm fine. It will go away in a few months."

As he spoke, he emphasized:

"Don't call me ugly!"

Sang Nian frowned and turned his face over, trying to use magic to remove the scar.

Shen Mingchao stopped her:

"Save your energy. If you remove this one, you can remove that one tomorrow. Don't bother with this."

Sang Nian paused and lowered his eyebrows:

"it is good."

"You just said you're gone, where are you going?" He asked persistently, "Qingzhou? Or?"

Sang Nian said vaguely:

"A place quite far away."

He was stunned: "How far is it? Is it farther than the Far North?"

Sang Nian: "Yeah."

He said, "Can you take me with you?"

Sang Nian: “No.”

His shoulders slumped and his voice became much quieter:

"Then will you come back?"

Sang Nian couldn't bear to see him look so miserable, so he lied:

"Come back when you have time."

He immediately raised his head, his eyes burning:

"Really?"

"real."

Sang Nian didn't dare to let him ask any more questions, and quickly changed the subject:

"How did you know I was coming?"

"The entire Hongmeng Army knows you are coming."

Shen Mingchao raised his chin:

"I heard early in the morning that your tent was here, so I came here early to make your bed. Why don't you kowtow and thank me quickly?"

Sang Nian turned around and saw that, as expected, the bed covers and all furnishings had been neatly arranged.

There was also a pot of water at just the right temperature on the table.

It seems that the Immortal Sect had already released the news a long time ago. Calculating the time, Xie Chenzhou should also know that she is here.

Sang Nian thought of one more thing:

"Where are Chuyao and the others?"

Shen Mingchao said:

"I heard that they also joined the war, but the Hongmeng Army has too many people and their camps are not all next to each other. I haven't encountered them yet."

Sang Nian: "Is that so."

Shen Mingchao: "Do you have something to do with them?"

Sang Nian shook his head: "I just have something I want to give to them."

"We'll meet them eventually, there's no rush." ​​He said with a smile, "There's still plenty of time to go."

Sang Nian said nothing and handed him the storage bag full of pills.

He opened it and took a look, his tone exaggerated:

"Tsk tsk, your brother is really afraid that you will die here, so he moved all his family assets to you."

Sang Nian said: "It's for you."

Shen Mingchao couldn't believe it: "Me?"

Sang Nian: "Yeah."

He immediately smiled and stuffed the storage bag into his sleeve:

"Oh, how can this be so embarrassing? You came all the way here and brought me a gift. Look at you, we are all friends, why are you being so polite?"

Sang Nian patted his furry head:

"Let's go and find Chu Yao and the others."

Shen Mingchao: "So urgent? Do you have gifts for them too?"

Sang Nian: "Yeah."

Shen Mingchao immediately asked:

"What is it? Is it more expensive than mine?"

Sang Nian said unhappily:

"You're still comparing? Love me or not, if you don't want it, give it back to me."

Shen Mingchao quickly turned around and ran away:

"If you give it to me, it's mine. Don't even think about regretting it."

Sang Nian chased him for a few steps before stopping and leaning on his knees to catch his breath.

Shen Mingchao walked back and said disdainfully:

"Can you do this? How come you can't even catch up with me? And you still want to go to the battlefield? Go home quickly."

Sang Nian kicked him:

"Better than you."

He didn't dodge, and took the not-so-heavy kick, and asked seriously:

"Are you really cured?"

Sang Nian: "I've already said it, okay, okay, are you annoying or not?"

Shen Mingchao curled his lips:

"You look so sick, and I'm afraid you'll die in front of me tomorrow. I don't know how to explain this to your brother."

Sang Nian: "Life and death are determined by fate. You don't need to explain it to him."

Shen Mingchao: "Seriously, if a fight breaks out, don't rush forward stupidly, hide behind me, do you hear me?"

Sang Nian drew out a "hmm" to indicate that he really heard it and he didn't need to nag anymore.

Shen Mingchao continued to chatter:

"Be smart, we are here, so it's not your turn to risk your life."

Sang Nian: "Why do you talk so much? It's annoying."

Shen Mingchao gritted his teeth and said sarcastically:

"Okay, Miss Sang, you are blessed by heaven. You can walk in and out of the battlefield seven times without being cut. Is that ok?"

Sang Nian laughed:

"Am I a crab? And I walk sideways."

Shen Mingchao: "Still laughing? I'm almost disgusted with you."

Sang Nian lowered his mouth: "Oh."

Shen Mingchao said again:

"Forget it, just smile."

Sang Nian: "You are sick."

Shen Mingchao snorted heavily and strode past her. Not long after he walked away, he turned back impatiently:

"Aren't you going to find Chu Yao and the others? Why don't you hurry up and catch up."

Sang Nian looked at him for a while, then chased after him with a smile.

"coming."