The male protagonist said he hates me [Quick Transmigration]

Late at night, cicadas kept singing outside the window.

Outside the door, a masked man in civilian clothes knelt on one knee and waited with his head bowed.

The middle-aged man in thin pajamas looked out. Several servants in Nuo Da’s yard had already become a mess because of the bloody corridor. Only the commoner fairy who came with him was calm, kneeling in front of the door, and the bedroom was warm. Candlelight shone on him.

Father Chang took a closer look and was surprised.

The fairy has no shadow!

Father Chang turned around in horror, there was only one explanation, this person was not a cultivator at all.

I don't even know if I'm dead or alive, I'm afraid it's a ghost cultivator.

But it was no more shocking than that in the corridor, at most it added a handful of coals to the brazier.

What happened today was too sudden and unbelievable. If there was no proof from the long corridor, Father Chang would still not dare to believe it, and no one would dare to believe that Yun Qing Jianxiu, who is well-known all over the world, had his heart gouged out by his apprentice... ... Even Chang's father couldn't tell that his son was capable of doing it. Even if he had the evil intentions, he didn't have the strength.

But things are so absurd.

"Xiaoqing, you..." His expression was complicated, and he was also a little scared, afraid of the future.

"Master wants to harm me. After today, the right way will chase me down. There is no turning back." The young man looked at him and whispered softly, "You will not betray me, will you?"

Father Chang took a deep breath, "What are you talking about? I am your father. What have I taught you since childhood? Taught you to be low-key and smooth in life. I wish you a safe and happy life. Have you listened?"

The young man frowned slightly. In the original owner's memory, Chang's father doted on him very much, and he was active. He had never been so aggressive.

And Chang's father, who is rare and serious, looked at the young man in a daze, and seemed to be amused. He only smiled for a moment. When he thought of something, he soon became serious, "I knew you were a rambunctious child since you smashed other people's windows when you were young , I'm used to wiping my ass behind you and Du Miao Miao, I know there will always be such a day."

"Although I am a mere mortal, half of my body is buried in the loess, and the time is only a few years. After all, I have nothing to fear. No matter what, this time, Dad wants to protect you again."

Chang Qing came back to his senses a little, he pursed his lips, the system was overwhelmed by the love of his father, and burst into tears in his ears.

【If he knows that the child has been murdered by a demon...】

He won't know.

Chang Qing sighed softly, "Chang Mansion can't stay anymore, if you want to protect me, then find a good place to hide and live a more comfortable life."

Father Chang was startled, he understood that he was a mortal after all, although he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

The fledgling bird, which usually stumbles, also has to soar in the sky by itself.

Thinking of it this way brought tears to his eyes.

"Xiaoqing, why are you bothering?"

"..."

Deeper and dew heavy, when the footsteps hurriedly fled, the autumn leaves rustled and fell, and gradually, only a few servants were left in the mansion.

The clothed man dragged his legs to enter the door, and at a glance, he saw the young man sitting on the soft couch by the window, propping his head, holding something in his hand, the beauty under the moon, with a very good-looking profile, giving people a sense of distance.

This time, instead of bowing his head respectfully as usual, he just stared at him obsessively.

Clap! Unexpectedly, the wooden fragments belonging to the mask splashed on the ground.

Not long after, the palm wind struck, and it hit the cheek firmly, it was blue and red, and bloodshot from the corner of the mouth.

Although he didn't know why, he still knelt on the ground subconsciously, his forehead was cold.

"Found it?" Chang Qing propped his face lazily and looked at the person.

The other party didn't raise his face, the mask fragments were at his feet, and he nodded his black head as a response.

…Ok.

The world level has been invaded and there are problems, and it seems not surprising that there is an identity breach.

"I didn't make you kneel down." The young man's voice could not hear any emotion.

is it?

Zhu Jin thought, at this moment in the past, in the main hall, the Mozun would always bend down and gently lift him up. When he raised his eyes slightly, he could see the black robe corners folded like crow feathers, dragging the ground, revealing a Osteotomized ankles with graceful lines.

He's obviously a man, but he's so slender and fair, making him addictive.

"I said, don't look at me like this." He flicked his wrist, after all, his whole body was sore after being filled with magic energy.

"Yes, Master."

"Don't call me master either." Chang Qing always felt weird and disgusted, because of this name, and because of the thick emotion in the eyes of this gloomy man's words, he turned his head and continued to look at the sky, instead of looking at the man kneeling in front of the soft couch. people.

"That, my lord. Father Chang has taken those people into hiding, leaving only a few courageous mortal servants in the mansion, and those two have already been taken to the dungeon, but when they recuperate tomorrow, ordinary dungeons will definitely not be able to stop him. The subordinates think that..."

"Go to Yangming Mountain." Speaking of this, Chang Qing stroked the parchment scroll in his hand a few times. Since the monster passed through Sui Han's blood to open the seal, although the small compilations and wedge-shaped characters on it were still incomprehensible, a few fragments emerged. The hill pattern, upon closer inspection, is a map.And the blood that had dried up and faded over a long period of time was in the direction of Manghuang Yangming Mountain.

Is it on purpose?Lead him over?

He felt a little fresh in his heart, and asked, "How is it over there?"

There was a long silence behind him, and only the sound of shallow breathing in the dim candlelight could prove that this conversation really existed.

Chang Qing turned her head back, her eyes were slightly hostile, and Zhu Jin clenched her fists to tell the truth, "In the catastrophe of the invasion of evil poison a hundred years ago, Yangmingshan was surrounded by tens of miles of mountains, with piles of corpses like mountains and rivers of blood flowing, you I also saw it. The poisonous mist and miasma are shrouded all the year round, and the terrain is steep. There is no land there, and the loess is buried with countless demon remains, so it was renamed Corpse Mountain."

"And," he added tactfully, "there are only some demon cultivators with unknown origins, monsters, ghosts, and savage beasts running rampant, especially a demon cultivator nicknamed Zhu Shi, who has a profound aura of hostility."

"Oh?" Chang Qing Yue squinted her eyes, holding the parchment, her feet touched the ground, and slowly stood up, "Then I like it even more."

The chest is empty, and can only be filled by inhaling extreme malice.Anger is gradually turning into malice, and appetite is expanding, so the mountain of corpses is the best choice.

As for the sheepskin scroll, Chang Qing already understood that it was a magic weapon to seal his power from a hundred years ago.Although the sheepskin scroll is also trying to let him bear the power of a hundred years ago, it is still not enough, too weak, not enough at all, just three tenths of it can make this body explode.

He couldn't die in embarrassment while being hunted down by the whole cultivation world, could he?

……

That night Chang Qing fell into a dream, a very distant and bloody dream.

At that time, he was working as a cannon fodder, and his behavior and identity were very decent. After all, the character design was to serve as a template for the male protagonist who was still a child.

He belongs to Jianxiu, the son of Tianjiao in the Fengyun Sect that was founded not long ago, the head of the sect, and became famous as a young man. Because of the invasion of demonic poison, it affected all parts of the cultivation world. The source of the devil's poison, Yangmingshan.

At that time, he was really a young man in fresh clothes and an angry horse. With a single sword, he could seal the vermilion beast that exudes evil poison under the sword.

Contrary to the gloomy and hopeless rumors, it was a hazy and distant mountain, covered with green trees, men farming and women weaving, walking on the winding mountain road, a cool breeze blowing head-on, refreshing the heart, and the cuffs were held by a boy in white. chatting, chirping about some boring things about him in the sect.

The boy was drowsy until he was woken up. The child trembled, "Brother, did you smell it?"

vomit--

yue.

There are such unforgettable smells in the world.

The smell of blood and unspeakable stench tormented the nostrils, the child retched, Chang Qing's forehead was sweating, and he gritted his teeth and took a step forward to see what it was.

After seeing it clearly, his body froze in conditioned reflex. If it wasn't for the child behind him holding his hand, he would have stumbled and fallen into the source of the breath, a terrifying pit, like a successful hunter's trap, or a mass grave. The corpses inside were piled up more than three meters high, rotting corpses, dirty blood.

This familiar scene suddenly pulled him into the abyss of memory from a few years ago.

At this time, the elders of Jianxiu and other sects all showed astonishment, came over to ask, and then explained with a blank expression, "They are all demon cultivators."

Chang Qing nodded absently, and said, "The situation of the devil's poison invasion is very serious."

A hundred years ago, Moxiu was not heinous, but it was the same as all other sects. It was just a means of cultivation to become an immortal. Although everyone thought that this practice was too hostile and disagreed, there was no such thing as a crooked way.

These masters in the comprehension world slowly explained, "Yes, they are all demon cultivators after being infected with demonic poison. The other person was also poisoned. There is no other way, to protect other demon cultivators, we can only bury them and burn them."

Isn't that an infectious disease aimed at demon cultivators?

The 666 system was frightened and cried again on the spot, it actually wanted to experience such a hell again!

It turned its eyes away, but the bloody and terrifying scene lingered in its mind. The corpses of the demon cultivators were densely packed like ants in the huge pit. Those demon cultivators may have families, relatives and lovers, but in the eyes of these experts in the cultivation world, he is just an adult. One corpse among thousands.

Chang Qing looked at the huge crater, his hair band fluttering in the wind, his complexion remained the same.But a few years ago, when Chang Qing was also on his first assignment, he never felt that life seemed so small.

These things exercised him.

A little lost in thought, Sui Han, who was still a child behind him, carefully poked his waist.

"There are still people moving inside." He whispered.

A ruthless Taoist monk looked ashen, and said with a guilty conscience, "Yes, they were poisoned."

Tonight we will light a fire, taking advantage of the strong wind.

They said that there was no way to do it, even some demon cultivators said the same.Everyone says so.

After all, there is no cure for poison so far.

The only way is to wash away the gloom on their bodies with bright and hot flames.

"It can't be burned." Chang Qing said softly.

"What did monk Chang say?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Chang Qing lowered his black eyes.

"But I just heard you say..."

Amidst the noisy conversation, the black hair that was tied up high up suddenly fell away, and the white hairband was blown off by the sudden gust of wind, and floated onto the wet mud. Chang Qing was stunned and bent over to pick it up, and then raised his eyes. .

The terrifying giant pit and those powerful monks are gone.

In the empty hall, he was sitting on a high throne, and several black-clothed demon cultivators below said something to him with sullen faces, "My lord, those sword cultivators from Fengyun Mountain have come up the mountain."

Chang Qing stared at the ground. He was barefoot and the ground was very cold.

The 666 system recalled the previous plots for him——

A hundred years ago in this cultivation world, there was a catastrophe caused by the demonic poison infectious disease, and the demonic cultivators who were infected with the demonic poison were burned to death no matter whether they lived or died.

...new evils also breed in the chaotic order.

In the winter when the demon poison invaded, the demon cultivators turned against each other. They thought that one day, it would be their turn to be thrown into the pit alive and burned to death. The power brought by fear is infinite, and they occupied Yangming. Mountains, to establish a new demon realm, to resist the power of those pious monks.

The most disappointing and astonishing one was the head disciple of Fengyun Sect.

The genius sword cultivator who was astonishing in the comprehension world, the young man held the sword, led the demon cultivator, fought bloody battles on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and finally fell into the path of demon that winter.

It happened suddenly and no one knew why.

The bloody deeds after he fell into the devil made everyone gradually forget his handsome appearance when he sealed the beast, and never dared to think that the so-called demon king was once a sword repairman who held a sword to settle the injustice. Everyone can only remember——

He stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, holding a sword in one hand, smiling softly, but his snow-white cheeks were mottled with blood, just like Shura.

Mortals often use it to stop children from crying, and it works.

"……hiss."

The memory is shattered by the scorching temperature winding up the ankle.

Chang Qing subconsciously withdrew her bare feet, and when she returned to the Great Hall of the Gods, all the demon cultivators who had been discussing with him were gone, and there was only a young man in red robe who knelt on one knee and put on his shoes devoutly in front of him.

"Master, it's cold on the ground." The voice was so familiar that it had just been heard a few hours ago.

It was Zhu Jin, who was still a demon cultivator back then, and by chance, Chang Qing saved his life, so he served him as a right envoy.

At this time, he was completely beautiful, with a white and tender face, and the red robe on his body made him exquisite and beautiful. No one would have imagined that he would be disfigured in such a way a hundred years later.

Chang Qing stared at the other person's cheek, and suddenly smiled mockingly.

Isn't he too?

Everyone thought that his establishment of Yangmingshan power would bring about unprecedented changes in the cultivation world, but in the end he was born out of nowhere and died halfway.

The young Mozun was actually stabbed by the kid beside him who kept grabbing his sleeve and calling him brother.

Thinking about it this way, the perspective started to change again!

He was on top of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and became the last surviving victor, but his chest was piercingly painful.

It's ridiculous enough.

Chang Qing's face contorted for a moment, and he returned to his expressionless face. When he turned his head, the boy couldn't shed his tears. He called his brother obsessively, and then stabbed him through the chest with a sword, and he couldn't die anymore.

He said, "Don't leave me."

As usual, she stepped forward carefully to wipe the blood on his cheek.

Chang Qing was unconscious and fell to the ground. He was obviously dreaming, but it was very strange and very real. He could feel the smooth texture of the skin around his cheeks, and he could also feel the warm and moist marks on his forehead. It was a child crying.

No matter how stupid the 666 system is, it understands, [Someone intentionally manipulated the dream to make the host recall things that he hadn't seen before! ! 】

It's just that new questions are also emerging. This person should be the one who forcibly disrupted the world order. What does he want the host to see?

Chang Qing: Nonsense.

"Ha ha……"

The people on the ground actually started laughing, their voices were extremely sarcasm.

Yan Wangye: What does hehe mean?Give you a punch.

Xu Shi looked too arrogant, Chang Qing smiled and spat out blood, the lower half of his face could not be wiped clean, the child gradually realized what was going on, and wept so hard.

In the previous life, Changqing was killed on the spot, without any reaction in time, but now she is lingering on her last breath, instead, she was disturbed by the noise, and she is a little ex.

This is the start of mourning?

He turned his head impatiently. This time, he clearly saw the child holding something to wipe his tears in his hand.

That's a parchment.

Brand new, the black ink on Yangmingshan was smudged by his blood intentionally or unintentionally.

He thought lazily and saw it.

Oh, that's his blood.

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The author has something to say:

Master and those people are all snake spirits. 【Pointing to JPG】

My sister's snail noodles succeeded so that my mother and I could only hide in the room and eat our own noodles.

There are such stinky things in the world! [Crying]

I finished it at one o'clock in the afternoon, and now I changed it a little bit, and it barely changed from 4000 to [-] words.

small theater--

Master (children's version): Don't leave me. 【crying】

Chang Qing: I'll give you a knife. 【Indifferent face】

Come back and sigh, it was originally released on time, at 21:[-], it was [-]:[-].

I:? ?Take a closer look, dude, 13th.

感谢在2021-07-0321:51:20~2021-07-0922:52:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Maolin Xiuzhu; 3 bottles of time passing away;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!