When the cannon fodder was swept away by everyone! [Quick Transmigration]

Luo Mingxuan has been in the sect for more than two years, eating leftovers from other disciples, and living in a dilapidated thatched hut that everyone despises.

In such an environment, Luo Mingxuan's physical fitness was very average.At this time, with wet clothes sticking to his body, his figure looked even thinner, as if he was about to fall down when blown by the wind.Six buckets full of water were smashed down through the bamboo pole, and people couldn't help but worry that his shoulder would be broken in the next moment!

Luo Mingxuan got up tremblingly and took two steps, but the road on the bank was slippery, and he was exhausted, so he slipped accidentally, and his whole body, including six buckets of water, fell to pieces in the mud.The two behind him laughed loudly, and one of them stepped forward, and stepped on Luo Mingxuan's barely supported back as soon as he raised his leg.He was so obviously making things difficult, with such a complacent expression on his face, yet he put on a tone of hatred for iron and steel, and justly reprimanded Luo Mingxuan for being weak and useless.

During the whole process, Luo Mingxuan still didn't say a word, but turned his face slightly, trying not to let the muddy water cover his mouth and nose.He waited until the weight on his back was removed before he pressed the muddy ground and tried to get up.Unexpectedly, just as he propped up a little bit, he stepped on the other foot heavily, accompanied by a burst of malicious laughter.

Luo Mingxuan fell into the mud again, knocking his forehead against the stone next to him, and soon blood oozes out.He clenched his hands tightly, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, but he finally said humbly and slowly, "The two senior brothers have taught you well, Mingxuan will definitely not commit the same crime again next time, can you let me stand up first?"

"Stand up." The disciple moved his feet, Luo Mingxuan stood up carefully, "Thank you, Master——"

Before he could say the word "Brother", the silent disciple next to him quickly kicked up another foot, trampling him into the mud again.

"If he wants to stand up, you just let him stand up." The monkey-cheeked disciple said hypocritically, and when Luo Mingxuan really believed his words and wanted to get up, his feet didn't hesitate at all.

In this way, the two of you stepped on each other like stepping on ants with great interest, and the silent forest was full of their cheerful laughter.

【Master, master, don't you go to save the male lead? 】

Tan Yi sat on the branch, moved his hand slightly, "...not yet." And even if he can save this time, he won't be able to save the next time.Luo Mingxuan's identity is inherently sensitive, if someone finds out that there is a "mysterious person" secretly helping him, I'm afraid his life will be even more difficult.

The system is downcast.

The bullying under the tree continued, Tan Yi continued to watch.I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, Luo Mingxuan raised his head from the mud, his pupils were deep and dark, as if a blood-colored fierce light flashed, and he was no longer the gentle and deceitful appearance before.

This look not only made the two disciples tremble a few times, Tan Yi's heart was suddenly suffocated, and some blurred images flashed in his mind messily, which belonged to Yuan's memory—— In the forest, countless corpses were scattered on the ground. A young man in red was covered in blood. He stood among the corpses, looking down at his blood-stained hands with a look of bewilderment.At this time, a snow-white figure descended from the sky, landed in front of him like a god, and slowly stretched out his hand towards him.

When Luo Mingxuan looked at the two disciples like this, a chill rose uncontrollably from the bottom of their hearts, and the movements of their feet also stopped.The one with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek reacted faster, moved his foot away first, bit the bullet and said a few harsh words, and then dragged the other stupid big guy and ran away as if fleeing for his life.

After the two left, Luo Mingxuan barely stood up. His whole body was covered with mud and water, a small lump bulged on one side of his forehead, a thin stream of blood dripped down, and his face was scratched several times by stones. His hair is also messy, and he seems to have changed back to the little beggar he used to be in an instant.

He still has to reach the bucket next to him, still trying to complete today's task.But he hadn't eaten today, and he had exhausted his physical strength after this torture. Before he could take a step, his eyes turned black, and he fell down exhausted.

Before completely passing out, he saw a pair of black boots.

The man approached him slowly, the pure black boots were entwined with gold thread, embroidered with indistinct fine patterns.He squatted down, and the red hem of his clothes hung down, and the bright and expensive gemstones on it were mixed with muddy water.The man ignored him, and only reached out to gently catch him.Those were a pair of unprecedentedly warm hands. He poured them into his arms, closed his eyes in the soft warmth, and faintly smelled the faint fragrance of plum blossoms at the tip of his nose.

This was the most peaceful time for Luo Mingxuan to sleep for many years.He felt that someone gently took off his tattered clothes and washed away the dirt all over his body; he felt that someone was gently applying medicine to him, and the wounds on his body were covered with a faint shade; he felt Someone hugged him and lay down on a soft bed, and gently covered him with a quilt filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms...

As the sunlight streamed into the paperless window, Luo Mingxuan woke up in a daze, his mind was blank.He sat up suddenly, looked left and right, but found that he was still in the dilapidated thatched hut in the sect, with a hard bed under him.

Is it a dream?Luo Mingxuan hugged the quilt in a daze, and suddenly buried his head in it, trying to capture the fragrance of plum blossoms that might still remain.But no, nothing.

Why not? !Luo Mingxuan hugged the quilt even tighter, trembling slightly.

The dilapidated old wooden door was kicked suddenly, and someone outside the door shouted loudly to Luo Mingxuan to go to work quickly.

Luo Mingxuan got out of bed in a daze, suddenly, a small thing fell out of the quilt following his movements, and rolled to the ground.He quickly picked it up and found it was a gold button the size of a pea.

The man's splendid costume flashed across his mind, Luo Mingxuan clenched his hands, and kept muttering, "It must belong to that person, it must belong to that person..."

He grasped the little gold buckle, as if he had grasped the only ray of hope in the darkness, and the smile in his ink-colored pupils was like the morning light dancing on the window sill.

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On the other side, Tan Yi returned to the bottom of the snow mountain with the Resurrection Grass, and came to the place where Han Liyue's ice coffin was hidden.

Inside the thousand-year-old ice coffin, the supreme being of the demon world once slept here. He was dressed in spotless white clothes, and his eyes were closed tightly, with a gentle and quiet appearance.

Tan Yi squatted beside the ice coffin, and softly called "Your Majesty".

Han Liyue still closed her eyes tightly without any reaction.

Tan Yi looked at Mozun who had been asleep for almost ten years without moving, his eyes were indescribably complicated, as if full of reverence, but also as if he was gazing at an unattainable lover with tenderness and sadness.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the usually unattainable Demon Lord with his own hands at a moment when no one noticed, but his hand was lingering in front of that jade-like face. After an unknown period of time, he was cautious. He pressed his hand to that cold pale cheek.

"Your Majesty." He called out again, the tone like a sigh echoed faintly in the ice room.

Han Liyue couldn't move, but it wasn't that he was unaware of the outside world, his heart couldn't help but move slightly.