After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

One blow failed, Fang Xingjian did not give the opponent a chance to breathe, and swiftly raised the sword.

The long sword was so sharp, it pierced through his sleeve in the blink of an eye and sank half an inch into his arm.

Chiyu glanced at the Wanggui River not far away, and didn't understand anything, and immediately laughed, holding the long sword directly with the other hand, letting the tip of the sword stay in the body, and rushing forward regardless.

His fingertips were stained with blood, and there was a trace across his eyes.

Fang Xingjian took two steps back quickly, away from Chiyu's attack range, and put away his long sword to block in front of him.

Chiyu's blood fell on his cheeks, dripped to the ground, sizzling, and the fishy smell filled his nostrils.

The scene in front of Fang Xingjian's eyes was gradually doubled and blurred. He shook his head fiercely, but found that the smell of blood was getting stronger, and he was plunged into darkness in the blink of an eye.

The chaotic memory turned into paste again, and the smell of blood was like a thread, stringing up the sporadic scenes, recreating the story before my eyes.

For a moment, he felt as if he was lying in icy water, with various sounds passing by his ears, but he couldn't hear clearly after all.

Fang Xingjian moved slowly, stretched out his hands to pinch his temples on both sides, shook his head vigorously, but found that the sky was spinning, and he couldn't tell the direction.

The only deep memory is the dull feeling of piercing the flesh.

He took a deep breath, put down his defensive posture, and called out tentatively:

"...Akadama?"

His memory was tampered with, and he almost killed Chiyu?

The hand holding the sword also began to tremble, his vision was dim, and his hands were carelessly rubbing in the air, wanting to go forward to find him.

However, he was so dazed that he couldn't even avoid the chair in front of him, and was tripped to the ground in embarrassment.

Chiyu gasped when he saw it, and almost flew over to help him up.Fearing that the devilish blood would make him uncomfortable, he could only pull him into his arms with one hand and wipe the blood off his face with distress.

Fang Xingjian rubbed and checked the wound on his body, trying to stand up.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, his whole body froze suddenly, and after a while, he fell limply into Chiyu's arms.

The hidden weapon that hit the back of his neck landed crisply on the ground. It turned out to be an unused writing brush. It rolled a few times on the ground and finally stopped firmly in front of the toe of Wangguixi's shoe.

He bowed his body, and his silver hair fell down like a waterfall, reflecting the cool moonlight, making him look like a concubine and fairy, as if he was going back to Guanghan Palace immediately.

But Chiyu wanted to peel Wangguixi to the bone with hatred, and said sinisterly:

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Wang Guixi picked up the writing brush at Chuancui, stared at Chiyu indifferently, as if looking at a cold corpse, and was speechless for a while.

It wasn't until he turned his eyes back to Fang Xingjian that he seemed to regain his anger, thought of something, and sneered slightly.

When he came back to his senses, the knuckles holding the writing brush tightened, his tone was light and fluffy, and the words he uttered were like nails:

"It's so funny, it turns out that you came to ask me what I want to do?"

"I just want to save him."

Chiyu was more than angry, he wanted to set fire to him and burn him alive.

However, this bastard hates him to the bone, and the fight is a battle of life and death, and he is afraid that he will hurt the person in his arms.

He threatened in a deep voice:

"I don't care what you want to do. In this world, he doesn't know you and I exist. Go away. I can save your life."

Wang Guixi raised his eyebrows cynically, lifted his silver hair behind him, and gently pulled out his hair tie to tie it up.

He didn't refute, but walked slowly to the desk, scanned a yellowed page, stretched out his callused fingertips, and pressed on it.

When he looked up again, he found that those golden pupils were still nailed to his body.

The voice of Wangguixi was not loud, but it struck the hearts of the two of them like the sound of a drum:

"He didn't know you and I existed, and he didn't know what you did, so you thought—"

"Can everything start over?"

Memories are a double-edged sword, Wang Guixi held it in the palm of his hand so hard that he cut himself to the bone, but also pierced Chiyu's heart, causing him pain and reminding him of that gloomy memory.

Chiyu, who was originally aggressive, froze on the spot for an instant, the piercing golden pupils standing in a line trembled slightly, his muscles tightened suddenly, and the blood in all his limbs was completely cold.

Only the arms holding Fang Xingjian were still warm.

Wang Guixi was very satisfied with his performance, even though that memory made him extremely painful, he still pointed his fingertips between his brows and mocked:

"How much he loved you back then, how much he cared about you—"

"In the end it was because of you that I died."

"You are a disaster, why didn't you die?"

"Chiyu? Should I call you by your name in this life, Wen Ziyi?"

Every sentence is the tip of a poisoned needle, piercing Chiyu's eyes, heart, and fingertips, and there is no pain in each place.

Wang Guixi lowered his hand, and gently stroked away all the papers on the table, revealing the words deeply engraved on the table.

Fang Xingjian.

His beloved teacher and revered God.

Even though he never really became his disciple, he was still a loving teacher who gave him a name, brought him into the world, and learned to practice.

Wangguixi is a natural born turtle, who can see good or bad fate at a glance. Fang Xingjian was originally the fate of Sun Xingjun, but was broken halfway by someone and stuffed into a vicious snake.

From the front, Xingjian died because of him, but he never expected that he would still be unable to escape the entanglement of this long worm in this life!

When he came back to his senses, he just sighed deeply, his eyes were as calm as a deep invisible pool.

His long hair was disheveled by the night wind, and his body's aura soared. His cultivation was not inferior to that of Chiyu, and he was also unwilling to kill people because of the existence of Fang Xingjian.

"Okay, put him down, only I can save his life, you should know."

Chiyu finally moved, he lowered his eyes, his golden pupils tremblingly looked at the person in his arms, carefully stretched out his fingertips, and gently touched the side of Xingjian's neck above.

It's okay, it's still beating, he just fell asleep.

He said in a low voice, "I can't hand him over to anyone. I'm already the strongest existence in the Three Realms. No one can protect him except me."

Wang Guixi sneered, his eyes bleeding with hatred: "Every time he suffers, it's all because of you, how dare you say such a thing!"

Chiyu's face was only slightly pale, and he hugged Fang Xingjian tightly, without saying a word.

Wang Guixi took a deep breath, barely suppressed his anger, calmed down and persuaded: "His three souls and seven souls have long since dispersed, and if there is any turmoil, he will not be able to reincarnate again."

"You know my strength, if you keep him, I can create a new world for him, don't you want to see him live forever?"

Wangguixi lived longer than anyone else, and a soul-flowing pen can stir up the world, as if Fang Xingjian had just changed his memory and made him regard Chiyu as an enemy.

It can also allow him to live in a stable world, without red jade, without Wen Ziyi, and without indiscriminate disasters.

However, Chiyu didn't appreciate it at all, and said with a sneer, "Old bastard, are you treating me as a three-year-old child?"

"A new world? Are you going to change his memory again and let him live like a character in the script?"

Chiyu's dark eyes had already fallen on Wangguixi, threatening him deeply: "I'll tell you in the end, it's impossible!"

Wang Guixi gritted his teeth and said, "Are you determined to take him away?"

Akadama: "Naturally."

Before he finished speaking, Wangguixi's attack fell like a storm, hitting Chiyu precisely.

Chiyu let go of his cultivation wantonly, and a powerful coercion instantly spread over the hut. Wang Guixi's eyes flickered, and he couldn't stand it.

Just like this, he watched Fang Xingjian being picked up horizontally by him, and stepped out of the threshold of the hut.

Although he was always by Fang Xingjian's side in the two lifetimes, it gave Wang Guixi the illusion that he was the loneliest person in the world.

It was as if he was the only one in the vast deep ocean, apart from darkness and helplessness, he couldn't find any other consciousness.

Chiyu's figure disappeared before Wangguixi's eyes, and the powerful coercion dissipated one after another.

Wangguixi vomited a mouthful of blood from his heart.

A dark guard suddenly appeared beside him, and respectfully brought the soup and white handkerchief, his lips under the mask murmured, and finally he spoke:

"Young master, drink your medicine."

Wang Guixi spat out blood, took the medicine to rinse his mouth boldly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked to the desk in two steps, picked up the brush again, and began to write with ink.

The dark guard is the most dedicated person, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed by Guixi's side for so long.

But seeing Wang Guixi ruining his body like this, he couldn't bear it.

Only he knew what the young master had paid for, but that person didn't even remember his name. Inexplicably, he felt worthless for the young master.

He crossed over, knelt heavily on the ground on one knee, and said in a muffled voice:

"My lord, it's time for you to rest."

Wang Guixi's pen paused, then continued to write and draw.

The dark guard knelt quietly like this, until the tip of the moon, he put down his pen in satisfaction, and then carefully took out a book from his chest, and after a closer look, it turned out to be a book with colorful words on the outside.

Wang Guixi took a deep breath, and gently opened the pages of the book.

Not long ago, the book fell out of thin air and fell into his hands.

There is nothing new in the content, the whole story is the story of countless men chasing beautiful women, and it is placed in the bookstore next to it, and he will not let him take a second look.

However, Wangguixi solemnly put it together with his own gate of life.

All because, this book is about their world and stories.

The person being pursued is called Bai Xinghua, among the countless men are Wen Ziyi and Chiyu, the one who was killed to promote the plot is Fang Xingjian.

Wang Guixi pursed her lips, and turned a page. On it, there was a line of petty lowercase letters in the middle of the gaps in the clear print, as if someone had written it to change the plot.

——Although he fell off the cliff, there was the sound of the tide falling into the sea. The sword caught his body in the air and made him land smoothly. At least he didn't lose his life.

He smiled in satisfaction, flipped back, found a blank space, picked up the pen, and squeezed the plot he had arranged into it verbatim.

The dark guard raised his head presumptuously, observing Wangguixi's expression.

I saw that Wangguixi frowned tightly, and her hair reflecting the moonlight gradually lost its brilliance. The strength of the spirit turtle is reflected in her long hair, and Wangguixi has long hair sitting on the ground. Over ten thousand years.

Such a big monster sitting in one side, was actually backlashed by the soul-flowing brush at this time, and his vitality was lost in an instant, his long hair fell down, and it turned into aura and dissipated in the air when he landed.

But his expression was very dull, as if he didn't realize that his cultivation was dissipating like a flood.

The dark guard gritted his teeth, whispered an offense, and stepped forward to snatch the pen from his hand.

"My lord, you can't write any more."

Wangguixi is like a puppet, even if the pen is taken away, he doesn't realize it, his hand is still holding the pen, but his eyes are dangling and lifeless.

There was a circle of broken hair around him that hadn't dissipated in time, as if an invisible big hand had cut it off at the knees.

He closed his eyes and bathed in the moonlight. Even if he just stood quietly, he seemed to have lost all thoughts, making people wonder if he would commit suicide in the next moment.

He smiled bitterly: "Write?"

"I can't write it."

He lowered his hands in frustration, and said to himself: "Such an outrageous story is placed in front of me, giving me hope, but in the end, it tells me that nothing can be changed?"

"Bai Xinghua, Wen Ziyi, and him, all of them have been played by this book. I watched those plots unfold one by one with my own eyes, but I can't do anything about them."

"What else can I do, what can I do to keep him from getting lost?"

To this day, he only wrote that paragraph, which changed the ending of Fang Xingjian falling off the cliff and dying.

But after saving his life, the plot in the original book has not changed, so what is the ending left for Fang Xingjian?Killed by Bai Xinghua?Or is it regarded as a magic cultivator by everyone again?

Wang Guixi let out a long sigh, and the red tassels beside his ears swept across his cheeks, as if to caress and comfort him.

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