The male protagonist said he hates me [Quick Transmigration]

It seems that this line has been said many times.

It was very dark at night, and Chang Qing squinted his eyes, wanting to see how deep the other's so-called love was as usual.

Almost without hesitation, the Purple Clothed Fallen Immortal bent her knees, barely falling to the ground.

"No." There was a sudden voice.

hoarse, cold.

It turned out to be a woman in Tsing Yi who said it, her eyes were complicated, "You don't want to be like this."

Ning Yu's eyes showed a slight joy, so she shook her head and said.

"It just makes me sick and nothing else. So you don't have to."

She didn't want to accept a madman kneeling down to her without guilt.

what loveBut stubborn, sick.

Chang Qing looked at her.

These more than a hundred years have not paralyzed her, she is tougher than ordinary people, she is full of frost and arrogance, and she is extremely sober.

The Purple Clothed Fallen Immortal was startled, he didn't show any emotion when he knelt down, but at this moment, a soft word seemed to crush him, his spine bent down and trembled.

It's ironic that he insisted on this feeling in every possible way, and only got the word "no need" lightly.

At this moment, Moxiu behind him dragged his feet and stepped forward with his sword in hand.

The sword was full of demonic energy, and it penetrated his body without hesitation. At that moment, Chang Qing seemed to see his own shadow from the way he held the sword, and the corners of his lips twitched.

The purple-clothed fallen fairy Ning Yu vomited blood, but he didn't hide, and put his hands on the ground, in a state of embarrassment.

After more than a hundred years of entanglement, there is nothing more sorrow than heart death.

The phoenix's eyes were completely numb to death, and the woman in Tsing Yi stared at it and suddenly smiled up to the sky, smiling and expressionless, with tears in her eyes.

These years are over.

"Let's go." She pushed away the sword around her neck, and her fingertips were cut.

The young man in the snow robe smiled, but it was up to her.

They didn't care about the man in purple who was kneeling on the ground, Elder Qing Leng... No, it was Moxiu. Obviously the fight was not going well, he limped and tried to follow behind them, his eyes seemed to be glued to the back of the young man in snow robe, persistent The posture is even a little embarrassing.

The situation is grim, but no one cares about him.Several people went down the mountain and left. When they arrived at the inn when they first came, the original three had become four, except for Chang Qing who was still the same.

The proprietress of the inn saw that the clothes of the young man in the snow robe were messy and bloodstained, but at least he came down the mountain alive, and there were three extraordinary people around him, so she couldn't help but glance at his back.

The road was bumpy, and Chang Qing was extremely sleepy. He leaned on the table and fell asleep. A cup of hot tea was handed to him just in time, and he took it subconsciously.

Chang Ning chewed the sour pear and turned his head away.

Moxiu on the opposite side pinched the dark red robe and carefully watched the person's appearance, which was really dazzling.

Like herself, the experience of master and apprentice in Fengyun Sect seems like yesterday.

The door of the inn was ajar, and the wind blew in, and the wet clothes stuck to the skin, bringing up goose bumps.

Chang Ning tightened her skirts, and finally snatched her life from the gate of hell. She will not humiliate herself in the future.

……

Not long after the food was served, the four of them ate quietly at the square table.

The young man in the snow robe on the opposite side took a few mouthfuls of fish with wooden chopsticks in his hands, and then picked up hot tea. He was a little more awake at the moment, biting the red vermilion fruit in his lips and teeth, and chewing slowly.

It is wolfberry.

Sui Han can almost know his likes and dislikes by heart.

He also doesn't seem to have changed.

He was very happy and very happy to be able to get the two of them a short period of peace this time, and tried his best to make up for something.

The four of them had different thoughts and identities, and for a long time, no one spoke to break the silence of the night.

"He has regained his vitality, and he will catch up after he thinks clearly." The woman in Tsing Yi said softly.

Chang Ning subconsciously asked, "Why do you know?"

The woman in Tsing Yi shook her head, she seemed extremely helpless, "I have been inseparable for more than a hundred years, I know him too well."

Along the way, Chang Ning also vaguely guessed that her nature was not bad, and she knew how wrong she was to say too much, so she lowered her head and concentrated on being a cook who didn't hear anything out of the window.

Chang Qing propped his forehead, quietly lost in thought, noticing the undisguised and straightforward gaze on the other side, he turned his head.

what happened?

The woman in Tsing Yi didn't hesitate, she looked at him and smiled faintly, "I met you more than a hundred years ago."

"Oh?"

"My name is Su Qing, and I was a God of War before I was demoted. At that time, I was in the immortal class and fought everywhere. I was tired of war. After the war in the immortal world disappeared, I was extremely tired. I heard that there are wars in the mortal world. I went to the mortal world to see two eyes, I saw you."

"Why is it me?" Chang Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Because it's only you." Su Qing's glass-like eyes stared at him with compassion like a holy spring.

More than a hundred years ago, the world was in chaos and the epidemic spread. Everyone was afraid of the demon cultivator, but Chang Qing went in the opposite direction and went to Tiger Mountain, ruining the brilliant future of the first sword cultivator.

Su Qing closed her eyes as if remembering, and her expression became lost, "I am also a mortal cultivator of magic, and I forcibly killed myself in the fairy world. The mortal world is like my hometown. The people in my hometown are devastated, so I can't help breaking the precepts. Changed fate."

"The lineage of Moxiu should have been ruined."

It turned out that there were so many hidden secrets in a mission more than a hundred years ago, and he was not the only one who killed the blood for the demon cultivator.Chang Qing opened her lips and said, "...that fallen fairy in purple?"

"He is the prince of the fairy world. The emperor of heaven gave us a marriage, and we got married. In the beginning, we didn't have any feelings. What's more, at that time, there was a fierce beast, Zhu Yan, and the situation was very chaotic. I can't see him a few times in a hundred years. He was a dandy and proud at that time, and he was unwilling to accept a woman he didn't love, and I also had another sweetheart, so I expected to break off the engagement with him after changing my destiny and being demoted..."

But things are far from as simple as she thought.

"Later," she opened her eyes, her eyes were indifferent, she didn't seem to be talking about herself, but more like a stranger, "somehow, he became obsessed with me. I was crippled by meddling in mortal affairs , into the sky prison, he chased me and took me back, hiding in the dark room in the prince's palace. I asked him to let me go, but he didn't speak, and the paper couldn't wrap the fire. Over time, everyone knew that the prince of the fairy world had imprisoned him wife, a god of war who broke the precept."

The woman in Tsing Yi said, taking a sip of her tea.

It is not difficult to say these words, she has long been relieved.

It was Sui Han who spoke first, "Then you were demoted?"

Chang Qing tilted his head and looked at him carefully.With a cold appearance, because of the dark red robe, he has a rather gloomy temperament. Sensing his eyes, he turned his head and was extremely gentle, but those eyes, like black mist, couldn't see clearly what he was thinking.

"No, the prince of the fairy world was born in a fairy womb and has a noble status. The immortals only said that I would be demoted to the mortal world in advance, and we will never see each other again. I thought it was over, but during that time he ran out every day, leaving early and late I met a mysterious person who still held me in his arms and made a vow of being a couple forever. I didn’t believe that he could fight against the fairy world alone, until he and that person led me out of the fairy world and arrived at the mountain of corpses in the mortal world.”

Chang Qing said, "Who is that person?"

"I only know that he likes to wear red costumes, which are very good-looking," Su Qing said with a helpless smile, "That's all I know."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because we have similar experiences, I know you won't hurt me." Su Qing said with a chuckle.

"And, if you want to leave, you must know these things, don't you?"

"..."

Chang Qing was not surprised that Su Qing could say this.

Her eyes are clear and she can see through. She is not an ordinary person. A grassroots demon cultivator who can become a fairy and is still in the fairy world full of fairy fetuses has achieved the position of God of War, which already explains everything.

leave?

Others didn't know clearly, Chang Ning was puzzled, only to see Su Qing smiling slightly, and Sui Han...

His face was expressionless, his heart seemed to be tied to a stone, and he fell into a deep pool, stuck in the mud, without seeing the light of day.

That feeling has been suppressed for more than a hundred years.

In the end, the few people teamed up to make the enchantment, and went to the inn room to rest for a while. Chang Qing walked slowly, and suddenly turned his head when he entered the door, "Did you use my blood essence?"

It stands to reason that Elder Qing Leng's heart was gouged out, once he fell into a devil, how could such a great power hurt a fallen fairy?

And that power still has the residual feeling of Lord Yangming.

"Yes." Sui Han stared at him and quickly admitted.

More than a hundred years ago, Changqing was very strong, and a drop of blood essence falling on the parchment scroll could activate the magic weapons, let alone all of them.

"I couldn't bear it, so I stayed. If you want it, I still won't give it back to you.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

If the system is definitely yelling, it's the host's blood.

Chang Qing didn't expect to answer so confidently, smiled, leaned lazily by the door, and didn't speak.

"Isn't it okay to keep it as a souvenir?" Moxiu lowered his head and his voice was low.

The young man in the snow robe smiled lightly, but his words were piercing, "You can kill me now and treat it as a new collection."

"I never thought you would die." Sui Han was startled, then his face changed slightly.

Chang Qing glanced at him lightly, the meaning was obvious.

After a long absence, right and wrong are no longer important.

Besides, he never cared about it.

Sui Han closed his eyes, he felt embarrassed.

"You reached a consensus with Zhu Yan, because he said that if he stabbed me and imprisoned me on a parchment, he can keep me?" Chang Qing didn't care about his sensitive emotions, and spoke with a smile.

"Childish."

It's really a young man's spirit, he believes in everything, and it's easy to hit a wall.

Chang Qing said, "Your legs are going to be useless, aren't you?"

"Yes, as long as it's bandaged with medicine tonight..." Sui Han didn't expect to be cared about, so he nodded hastily.

"Just treat it as an exchange."

There are vicious male supporting tasks, as well as crippled legs, blindness, becoming a fairy, and so on.

Chang Qing didn't hide it, he was too sleepy, he didn't want to say more, his eyes almost narrowed into a line, he said softly, as if tenderly: "I'll give you the essence and blood, the legs are just like this, okay?"

"...Okay." He took out the medicine bottle from his cuff and threw it on the ground.

"Actually, if you don't want to, you can return the essence and blood to me." Chang Qing felt that he seemed to be overpowering others.

Sui Han looked at him subconsciously, as expected, that delicate pale face was full of indifference, leaning lazily against the door rail, very sleepy.

Really don't care.

He said bitterly: "I don't want to."

"what?"

"Even if it's your hair, I don't want to give it back to you."

Chang Qing: "...?"

...

Waking up early, Chang Qing was woken up.

There was a knock on the door, three knocks carefully.

He opened the door, and there were more than a dozen black-clothed and white-haired old demon cultivators with hunched bodies and crutches, their eyes were fixed on him.

He: "?" silently clenched the Love Slashing Sword tightly.

Every old man has at least the stage of transformation into a god, and taking out one is not easy to offend the monk's power.To be precise, everyone is growing old and strong anyway, and they can overthrow him at any time.

I always feel a little familiar.

Before he had time to think about it, those monks took a step forward.

"My lord, you are back!" These gray-haired demon cultivators shouted in unison, their eyes were moist, and they almost knelt down.

Chang Qing took a step back, "No need."

Short life.

The dozen or so demon cultivators were crying, and someone explained, "How old are you, don't lose your virtue."

A demon cultivator responded, "At that time, we were young men in full bloom, and we were a few years younger than you when we followed you in the battle. Now that we are old, you are still young, my lord. That's great."

Chang Qing: "..."

So he's an old monster.

...

When I got off the inn, there was already a sea of ​​people, and the whole street was full of demon cultivators. Some people Chang Qing didn't know, but those people looked at him fanatically and worshiped him.

Lord Yangming is a deified existence.

They glanced reverently, and saw the young man in the snow robe eating slowly, lazily, with disheveled clothes, black hair tied with a white jade crown, and a few strands of black hair hanging down, his whole body was in an extremely loose state... Suddenly, the corners of his eyes twitched smoke.

There was a boy who was still young, a demon cultivator with braids, and asked him naively, "Brother Lord, don't you know how to do your hair? I can help you."

The sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding in the inn was quiet for a moment, and the child didn't understand to offend.

The hearts of all the devil cultivators froze, especially the child's mother who was standing beside Chang Qing, with a panicked expression, almost knelt down holding the magic whip.

The proprietress hurriedly stepped up and wanted to run over to make a rescue, and by the way, take another look at the so-called Lord Yangming.

You must know that all demon cultivators regard Lord Yangming as a god and worship them very much. She knew that when she once despised Lord Yangming as a male favorite, she regretted it to death.

The young man in the snow robe saw the proprietress running over, but he flicked his sleeves lightly, signaling that it was okay.

The proprietress: ...crying.

She could only move back with silent regret and continue to observe.

Chang Qing glanced at the child, it was a boy in blue clothes, the baby's plump cheeks were bulging like glutinous rice cakes.

He rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, and his fingertips dug into the fleshy leaves.

Itchy hands.

So everyone saw the young man in the snow robe bend his eyes maliciously, and coaxed: "If you let me rub your hair, I will play with your hair."

Then the unlucky child tied his hair with good intentions, and when he left, his cheeks were flushed, not because of pain, but because of discomfort.

Lord Yangming is different from the sacred and powerful one that his parents said, he stares straight at you, his dark eyes are deep and full of affection, like a demon trying to suck his soul in.

The three people at the dinner table saw the child run away shyly, and after performing the atrocity of rubbing his face, Chang Qing turned his head with a soothing expression: "..."

Sui Han is used to his hobbies, it doesn't matter if Su Qing is well-informed, but Chang Ning is full of face?

If someone had told her in the past that Master Yangming, who killed Guojue, was a lazy boy who loved rua and fleshy children, she would not have believed it at all, and would have felt cheated, rushing up and kicking that person

Now she is staring at the young man in snow robe slowly biting wolfberries, and she is actually happy in her heart.

At least he is not as cold as apotheosis, on the contrary, he is very smoky, which makes people feel really relaxed.

The four of them put down their chopsticks and were finally able to speak calmly.

"The news of Lord Yangming's return is known to the cultivation world." Sui Han said with a serious expression.

The news of Lord Yangming’s return from the house was released by Zhu Yan. The surviving Moxiu elders and countless descendants have all found him, wanting to take him as the master, attack the mountain of corpses again, kill Zhu Yan’s forces, and rebuild Yangming again. Mingshan forces.

There was a demon cultivator at the door to report some news about the capture of Feng Yunzong and other subordinates of the sect.

That also means that those sects who have had deep grievances with Moxiu more than a hundred years ago will also be afraid, trying to strike first and kill them all.

This is a brutal chaos that is about to usher in the corpse mountain after the cultivation world has been peaceful for more than a hundred years.

At this moment, Zhu Yan, the owner of Corpse Mountain, didn't take any action to stop him, more like he couldn't wait, and wanted to force Chang Qing to see him.

Chang Qing could sense the resistance of the woman in Tsing Yi next to her, she was already tired of killing.

The road ahead is long, and I don't know where is the land of peace.

Chang Ning practiced sword in the yard early, and she didn't put down her sword until the sun was hot. Looking at the yawning young man in snow robe who was sitting on the stone table, she hesitated and said, "I have something to tell you."

Barely counted as a life-and-death friend, Chang Qing saw her solemn expression, and knew that there was something important to say, so he nodded.

"I want to retire," she said with her head down, depressed, "Anyway, I only have three months to live. In this world of comprehension, power changes, and I can't handle you, let alone them. As for Elder Sui, I have given up. Yijian Xiuzong sect elder is cold-hearted, I dare not and cannot love."

So just avoid waiting for death?

It's useless.

"Do you know why Su Qing didn't say anything even if she didn't like it, but yesterday I insisted on being held hostage by you on purpose?" Chang Qing propped his jaw, chattering in every possible way.

Chang Ning was at a loss.

"He will imprison me, bring war, destroy the world of comprehension, and kill all of you." The young man in the snow robe said softly, lazily fiddled with the pot of succulents, the Symphony.

"Zhu Yan, I wanted to do this more than a hundred years ago."

Zhu Yan is a ferocious beast, a sign of BingXian.Regardless of the mortal world or the immortal world, once this kind of beast appears, a great war will break out in the world.

Although the battle was won more than a hundred years ago, Lord Yangming died unexpectedly, and the demon cultivators had no leader. The prosperity was already gone, and the general situation is gone. This time it may be ruined directly.

"Chang Ning," Chang Qing concluded, and said to her, "Tomorrow's battle is either to die or to fight. This time, we have no choice."

no choice...

"Death sooner or later is death, why not give it a try? Maybe you can find a suitable heart."

When he said this, the snow-robed youth smiled slightly.

Pale face, red lips, outlines chaos and frenzy.

He seemed to be looking forward to it.

Did he have the same thoughts more than a hundred years ago, leading thousands of demon cultivators to fight against the way of heaven?

Chang Ning came to a sudden, it was inevitable, she was an egoist, she was tempted.

A proper heart, she didn't want to die.

The two sat on the second floor of the inn. In fact, the wallet was already empty, but the proprietress said no. She said that if this battle is won, the inn will be a place where Lord Yangming and his subordinates planned. These two or three taels of silver?

Chang Ning was almost amused by this rhetoric.

It turns out that Moxiu is not cunning and cruel as rumored, they also have their own careful thoughts like ordinary people.

The long street outside was noisy and bustling, and even began to sell goods. Many demon cultivators came from afar and settled here directly.

Chang Ning looked out of the window with far-reaching eyes, and she was also looking forward to it.

Looking forward to the end of this absurd game?

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The author has something to say:

My aunt has come these few days and drinks cold every day.

I've never been so free, I'm ready for the next time

Try not to do that next time. 【Why does it feel like I'm being slapped in the face every time haha】

Really, take good care of your body, if it doesn't hurt this time, it may hurt next time! 【Fist JPG】

I wrote a lot today!I want to swell!Swell!

感谢在2021-08-1121:48:19~2021-08-1320:08:03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 who threw the mine: 1 words;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Mai Mai... Mike, Shi Shi; 2 bottles of Yunqiao;

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