villains much loved

When all the disciples were at a loss, Hu Jianlin slipped into a dark alley.

His birth was actually somewhat disgraceful.He is very inferior, especially when he is wearing white clothes and standing in the fairy gate, he is often ashamed of himself.

Because he is the child of scum.

That's what everyone said about him.Say that he is a villain's child, and he will be a villain in the future; say that his father is stealing chickens, and he will steal chickens and dogs too.

Especially those so-called rich people, looking at him is like looking at cockroaches and mice.The naked eyes stared at him, as if he would steal it the next moment.

But he swore he would rather die than become like his father.

He has imagined countless times that when he grows up, he will be an upright person, earn a lot of money, and take his mother to live a good life.

Let's escape from that devil-like person together, and let my mother enjoy the happiness.

It's a pity that his mother died before he grew up and his wish was fulfilled.

The man who was not qualified to be a father, and was not qualified to be a husband, accidentally killed his mother after drinking too much.

But he was still a child, and he was too weak to do anything.

His mother stood in front of him and told him to run quickly. All he could do was run quickly.

Run quickly, don't... don't let your mother down.

Later, I happened to meet a disciple of Lingyun Sect.

When those people met him, they seemed to have encountered a problem.

In the end, someone said, why don't you take him back for a try? If you have spiritual roots, it's not bad to be an ordinary disciple in the outer sect.

It's better than this random place.

In this way, he washed away the dirt, put on the white clothes, and gradually became stronger, able to help others.

Later, he often went down the mountain to help ordinary people, and once he just returned to his original hometown.

I saw that person again.

He originally thought that when he became stronger, he would definitely teach him a lesson.

To let him know how painful it is for him and his mother to be beaten.

But I really saw him, the man who has been living in the stinking ditch.

I didn't even bother to move my hands.

It's not because I don't hate him anymore, but because if I meet him, my white clothes will be dirty.

Just let him rot in the gutter.

Hu Jianlin has changed and grown a lot, but one thing has never changed.

Hate those born extraordinary.

Hate those who are high on the top.

Hate people who are arrogant.

When he arrived at Lingyunzong, he was reborn and redeemed.

But he has always been at the bottom. He has spiritual roots, but they are just the most common five spiritual roots.And because he was often beaten when he was a child, his spiritual veins were damaged, so he cultivated much slower than others.

Just the most ordinary outer disciples.

No matter which place it is, the life of the people at the bottom is difficult.

Senior disciples will still look down on them.

He can't get in touch with disciples who are too advanced, but even in the outer sect at the lowest level, there is a distinction between high and low status.

People with background raised their arms and shouted, and a lot of dog legs surrounded them, forming small groups.

On the surface, they are harmonious, but in fact they are mutually exclusive.

Those people with background looked at him exactly the same way as those disdainful eyes many years ago.

When I go to the inner door to pick up tasks, I will also see such eyes.

Whether it is a fairy or a mortal, it is always the same.

As long as you are a human being, there is something dirty in your heart.

He doesn't like high-ranking people.

Just right, synonymous with superiority among peers: Ye Zhe.He saw it in person.

Honestly, it's not that annoying.

But he doesn't understand why so many people like him, obviously this person is no different.

Put yourself in a different position.

It doesn't matter if you are late or go your own way, it seems that others are not qualified to be in his eyes.

He is obviously doing bad things, why are there so many people defending him!

Ye Zhe's words made him very motivated.

If I can really discover something, I don't know if such a high-ranking person can put down his face and say a few more words with him.

If he can't do it, it's better for others to see that he is a deceitful person.

Let those who defend him see that what their elder brother said is not what he said.

Thinking of this, Hu Jianlin turned into the alley.

He didn't want to be like those people, standing on both sides of the street and asking everyone.Those who didn't know thought they had met a neuropathy.

Thanks to that bastard, he knew that the darker the place, the more secrets it contained.

When he was young, he naively thought that his father would turn around and that he might regain his responsibilities as a father.

So I often go to the tavern to find him.

Usually get beaten.

It was also at that time that he knew that there would be a lot of shady news in the underground little black tavern.

About Moxiu, maybe he can get news from that place.

As for why the alley should be retracted, because there are likely to be alcoholics who are as drunk as a pool of mud.

It is convenient to ask the place.

Hu Jianlin was lucky.

When they got to the third alley, they found a man lying on the ground like mud.

Maybe it was because he was wearing regular clothes now, without the shackles of white clothes, and he didn't pay much attention to his image, so he reached out and grabbed the other party's collar.

He looked at the person lying on the ground.

The whole body smelled of alcohol, and it stinks badly. It seemed that he had drunk a lot.But his clothes were full of holes and patches, so it was absolutely impossible for him to be a rich man.

The place where the poor can get drunk is usually the kind of unlicensed tavern.

I really don't want to touch such a person.

Hu Jianlin endured the discomfort in his heart and asked him where is the tavern?

The drunk man hiccupped, and a stench came out of his mouth, which made Hu Jianlin frowned and backed away.

It was a smell he hated.

But now there is no time to worry about these with him.

Although the man was so drunk that he was almost unconscious, he still looked around with blurred eyes and pointed in a direction limply.

Hu Jianlin really wanted to kick him twice before leaving, but he didn't have the habit of beating people to vent his anger.

So I ignored the drunk and left without looking back.

He turned around in the alley, and the more he walked, the quieter he went.

Although the alleys made up of houses are intricate, the road he walked happened to have no forks and intersections, and it was barely a straight road.

So if the drunkard was pointing in the right direction, this should be the right way.

Hu Jianlin was actually a little worried, whether it was a trap set up by the enemy, whether it was just deliberately taking the bait, or whether it would cause trouble for others instead of getting anything done.

Still, he chose to trust his memory.

That kind of drunken appearance doesn't seem to come from a show, and the smelly smell of alcohol is not easy to fake.And the environment along the way is indeed in line with the little black tavern in memory.

This kind of tavern is a poisonous mushroom that grows in remote, dark corners.

Sure enough, after he walked for a while, a house appeared in front of him.

It was tattered, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment.

The voice inside was loud.It seems that there are invisible sound waves, which have been attacking this precarious house.

Hu Jianlin didn't go in immediately.

He thought for a while, pulled the skirt sideways, and scratched the top of his head twice, making his hair look a bit messy.

People who come to this kind of place are not necessarily poor, but they are definitely not neat.

Without asking questions or knocking on the door, Hu Jianlin pushed hard.

Because of the force, the door that was pushed open rotated too far backwards and hit the wall, making a loud noise.

But the tavern was very noisy, and this kind of noise was nothing at all.

Only the owner of the store took a distracted look at Hu Jianlin.Seeing that his clothes are not bad, but his appearance is slovenly, one can basically guess that he is another person who has just come to drink to drown his sorrows.

"New here, close the door." The boss shouted loudly.

It's a pity that his so-called loud cry doesn't show much power in such a noisy environment.

Hu Jianlin walked slowly to the side of the boss, picked a seat nearby and sat down, and kept looking around with critical eyes.

No matter what kind of eyes he uses, the boss always greets the visitor in the same way: "What's the matter, young man? What's wrong with being young?"

As he spoke, the boss took out a small jar of wine and placed it in front of Hu Jianlin with a bang.

"I invite you to this altar, and I will come here often in the future." After finishing speaking, the boss went to work on other things.

No need to drink, Hu Jianlin also knew that the wine must have been mixed with water.

This kind of wine mixed with water has low concentration and low cost, but it is easy to drink to death.

It should not be so easy to get drunk when mixed with water, but this kind of fake wine makes people less sober after drinking.

Anyway, Hu Jianlin's purpose is not wine.The boss has already stated that he is his own person, so it will be easier to find out what to do next.

Although this kind of tavern is a stinking ditch, the people in the tavern are not necessarily.

Some people are desperate, but in terms of skills, they do have some points. These people can only come to this kind of place if they want to drink.

Before Hu Jianlin took the initiative to attack, someone had already come to the door in person.

He had just poured the wine into a dirt bowl when a ruffian hoodlum sat next to him.

"Brother, drinking like this is too gentle, come, come, let's drink together." He lifted the jar and wanted to forcefully pour it to Hu Jianlin.

Seeing the situation here, several people came over one after another.

Who doesn't want to hear stories about the downfall of the rich?

Bad people stay in the mire, and when they see the good people are about to fall, and rot with them in the mud, they are very happy.

Hu Jianlin didn't know how talented he was in acting, but at this moment, he could only improvise a script and start chatting with this group of people.

At this moment, Ye Zhe is playing a small game with Gu Changan.

Not the one I played two days ago.

He improved the tracker a little, and now he can use a projection-like method to display everyone's position on the desktop.

He and Gu Changan sat at the table.

"Who does Chang'an think will succeed in the end?" Ye Zhe asked.

"This." He pointed to where Hu Jianlin was.

He briefly gestured where the other people were with his hand, and said, "These people are all gathered together, and the insider that the brother mentioned is probably here. If this group of people can succeed in this place, he must have panicked a long time ago." .”

Hu Jianlin didn't know that he was being treated as a game by others at this time.

In order to make the performance more realistic, he infinitely magnified his dissatisfaction with Ye Zhe, and then told others.

A strange man approached him.

The author has something to say:

Speaking:

Sometimes I really feel that I am superstitious.

It's 2:09 in the middle of the night.

I just wrote a novel with the voice input method, and what I read in my mouth is: This brother, drinking like this is too polite

However, after this line of words appeared in the input box, it was suddenly and quickly deleted, and then changed into: You have been treating me better and better recently!

I can't fuck... I can't afford it, I can't afford it, I went back to sleep.