Slag Gong crying and begging for forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]Ⅱ

He seemed to be in the mist, and the moist mist seemed to carry spiritual power, swimming into his limbs and bones from the pores of his hair and skin, nourishing his body.

He didn't know how long he had been here, but he felt comfortable walking here as if he had met nectar for a long time.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly saw a ray of light entering the fog.

He pushed through the fog, and the light turned out to be a round of moonlight.

The fog is gone.

It was a hot summer night, the moon was high in the sky, and there was no cloud in the sky.

A crow or two crowed in the tree, and beside the grave, a black and thin boy was reading a torn book.

Zhang Chuanqiong stood there in a daze.

That boy is him.

And this night, his master who just died will raise his body.

He feels nothing now.

Many years later, the memory of this night is almost blurred, but he still remembers the thrilling adventure and indelible suffering.

Those memories gradually faded, events gradually blurred, and only some painful feelings were remembered, about poverty, hunger, endurance and loneliness.

It is the accumulation of many, many times and events, not just this one.

But he also suffered enough.

However, after tonight, he will no longer suffer so much, and he will become a celestial master.

Sure enough, after a while, the master's body was raised.

Looking back on this scene now, it was just a hurdle to overcome, but when it actually happened, it was extremely dangerous.

It's life hanging by a thread.

He ran desperately, but the master who picked up the corpse was deadly, and the corpse was also deadly, the speed was extremely fast, but he stepped on a sharp stone, not only fell down, but also bled.

Smelling the smell of blood, the murderous corpse became even more excited, opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and rushed over.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Chuanqiong had almost no impression, but it was obvious that he would die.

He doesn't even remember how he survived.

All I know is that my mind went blank and my hands and feet went limp.

The self in memory is not as brave as I thought many years later.

The young himself was also full of despair.

At this moment, the body of the murderous corpse stiffened and did not move!

Zhang Chuanqiong slowly opened his eyes wide.

He saw Nan Xing.

At this moment, Nan Xing was not like what he saw later, wearing old and tattered clothes, begging for food by his side like cats and dogs.

He seemed to be a celestial fairy coming out of the moonlight, so beautiful that it was outrageous.

It was the god who came down from heaven to save him.

It turned out that he had already met Nan Xing so early.

Although the ghost cannot directly fight against the murderous corpse, it can use spiritual power to restrain his actions.

Nan Xing yelled at him: "Go!"

When I was young, I didn't understand ghosts and gods, and I couldn't hear Nan Xing's voice, but only vaguely sensed something.

He immediately seized this chance of life and fled in a hurry.

After a while, he saw Nan Xing flying beside him, and shouted worriedly: "Run in the wrong direction! Go to the village!"

Nan Xing said it over and over again, guiding him patiently until he finally ran in the right direction.

Nan Xing also mentioned going to the village to lead a dog, but the dog barked and his body heaved, and the master who lifted the corpse fell to the ground.

And he collapsed to the ground with exhaustion.

Nan Xing knelt beside him on one knee, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, her white and jade-like slender fingers lightly touched the center of his brow, as if some light flowed into his body along Nan Xing's fingers.

Zhang Chuanqiong knew that Nan Xing was channeling spiritual energy for him, and spiritual energy was very important to ghosts, and if it was channeled to humans, it would make people weak.

The complexion visible to the naked eye of the young self improved, while Nan Xing's face gradually turned pale.

In his ignorance, he thought it was because of his hard life and his good physique, but he didn't expect Nan Xing to save him the spirit energy.

In the days to come, Nan Xing was always by his side.

He went to the school to study secretly, Nan Xing followed him to help him watch the wind, he wrote hard, and Nan Xing taught him stroke by stroke.

It was very different from the silly Nan Xing now, at that time Nan Xing was sitting upright beside him, like a fairy-like nobleman, reading poems and texts beside him, dipping his fingers in water on the table, and making a stroke of Teach him in one stroke.

Although he couldn't see or hear, Nan Xing was tireless and patient. When he learned to be bored, Nan Xing coaxed him very gently.

Slowly, he calmed down, and he actually learned to read and understand the book on exorcising ghosts.

And his first ghost was Nan Xing.

Nan Xing is both indulging him to drive him and guiding him. If he does the right thing, Nan Xing will move. If he is wrong, he will not move, letting him know what is right and what is wrong.

Nan Xing followed him docilely, pampering him in everything.

Help him catch the kid, and guide him how to be a heavenly master.

He always thought he was self-taught, so he had a teacher.

A very strong teacher, so strong that he seems to be able to defeat all ghosts and gods. There is nothing he cannot do.

Until one day he got an extremely powerful whip for beating ghosts.

Nan Xing just missed that day.

Zhang Chuanqiong took a fancy to an earth god that had lived for thousands of years and wanted to subdue it, but Nan Xing failed to catch it, but almost died in the hands of the earth god.

Nan Xing stood in front of him covered in blood, gently persuading him: "You can't afford that thing, forget it."

Nan Xing was injured, very seriously.

But he couldn't see anything, he just felt that the little ghost was useless and couldn't fulfill his wish.

At that time, Zhang Chuanqiong was young and energetic, and he had never missed a single shot. He suddenly fell into such a big somersault, and he was very angry.

More than a dozen little ghosts died in his hands, and the loss was extremely serious. He was angry and furious, so he whipped the surviving little ghosts with a whip.

In his eyes, little ghosts are low animals.

Several little ghosts were beaten and screamed, but Nan Xing stood silently, so he became even angrier and punished Nan Xing alone.

Zhang Chuanqiong watched from the side with wide-eyed eyes, and he roared at the top of his lungs: "Stop beating! Nan Xing is injured! You're a waste of yourself, and you still blame him for everything you got from Nan Xing! Without him, you would have died!" Just die!"

But this is just Nan Xing's memory. In Nan Xing's memory, he beat him like a hopeless, conceited, useless and cruel brat.

When the whip came down, Nan Xing's forehead to the corner of his mouth was covered with bright red blood, that incomparably beautiful face like a porcelain doll was completely destroyed by a bloodstain.

The blood split and flowed from his jade-like white skin, like a crimson demon flower blooming on the beautiful snow, both bright and broken.

Even the mighty earth gods didn't have the heart to destroy his appearance. Instead, he was destroyed with a whip by the people who had been nurturing, pampering and teaching him.

Zhang Chuanqiong yelled weakly: "Hide and go! Don't let him beat you, don't pamper and pamper him like this..."

But Nan Xing only slightly opened his lips, as if calling a name, his voice was very soft: "...you hit me."

He didn't hide, just watched, his eyes became cold a little bit.

Zhang Chuanqiong's heart also became cold.

He suddenly hated himself, hated his ignorance, hated his conceit, and hated his cruelty.

Even he himself knew that he didn't deserve such a ghost at all.

Such a noble and beautiful ghost, what kind of life is it living in his hands? It's so embarrassing and miserable.

He really wanted to go back and slap himself once or twice!

And he still remembers that incident now, remembering his thoughts when he just got the whip and just missed the Earth God. At that time, he thought that the kid was a low animal, and he was beaten to death.

Zhang Chuanqiong slapped himself severely, and cursed to himself: "What qualifications do I have! What rights and face do I have! Everything was given by Nan Xing, and I am so arrogant and condescending to my master, treating me so cheaply!" to him!"

This will lose him.

Sure enough, Nan Xing walked away from him this time, and walked for a long time, lying alone in a forest to heal his wounds.

Zhang Chuanqiong walked around Nan Xing, he kept apologizing for his young self: "I'm sorry, Nan Xing! Don't be angry, I was wrong!"

Nan Xing's face gradually recovered, he couldn't hear him, he just lay on the tree in a daze, he didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he was resenting him.

Of course, he deserves resentment.

But he was afraid that Nan Xing would not want him.

But judging from what happened in the future, Nan Xing will eventually return to his side and will always protect him.

Sure enough, Nan Xing returned soon.

Because he was in distress, Nan Xing rescued him again.

He saw himself lying there unconscious, and Nan Xing was guarding him, like a beautiful and powerful god, taking care of him and protecting him in every possible way.

Nan Xing stared blankly in front of the fire, staring at him blankly, and suddenly approached him.

Zhang Chuanqiong watched from the side, he was extremely nervous.

He thought what Nan Xing was going to do.

He is so close.

But he did nothing.

He just took a ray of soul from his chest.

The strand of soul in Nan Xing's fingers was a beautiful ice blue color, completely different from what he saw now.

What he saw looked very much like the spirit of Lingtai, a spirit that could control and control little ghosts.

And he always thought it was.

He once thought he could threaten Nan Xing's spirit.

But at this moment, in Nan Xing's hands, he can clearly see that it is a ray of fetal light.

Nan Xing took this ray of fetal light, slowly disguised it as a spirit, and spent almost half of his life infusing it into it, giving him control over this thing.

Nan Xing lowered her eyes, looked at him quietly, and said softly: "I gave you my life. If I lose it, I will die, and I can no longer protect you. I don't owe you anything."

Zhang Chuanqiong's heart twitched heavily, and it began to ache.

Nan Xing had done too much for him, and he had nothing to repay, and he was extremely panicked.

What virtue and ability he has, there is almost nothing about him that is worthy of Nan Xing's actions, he himself knows it clearly.

But he is greedy and doesn't want to lose Nan Xing.

His eyes when he saw Nan Xing seemed not as warm as when he first met him. Nan Xing murmured something, in a very soft tone, like a whisper in a dream. He listened carefully, and it seemed to be some name.

But Nan Xing stopped reading.

He gave him fetal light and half-life skills to protect him, and Nan Xing's memory got worse and worse.

And he became wiser, more talented, and more powerful.

No, a ghost as powerful as Nan Xing actually became so weak because of him.

Nan Xing, who had lost half of his soul, became more and more confused, and he gradually forgot more and more things, but fortunately, Nan Xing was always by his side.

Even so, Nan Xing was desperately protecting him.

He is no longer as noble and otherworldly as he used to be, nor is he as powerful as a god who descended suddenly.

He is happy and foolish every day, grabbing food with the kid who doesn't know where he came from.

As for him, even with some small mistakes, he often hit Nan Xing.

He was going crazy watching from the sidelines, cursing and blocking himself desperately, he was so remorseful that he wished to let himself die.

But none of him could stop it.

Nan Xing miserably begged for mercy, and begged for food beside him, but his own mouth seemed to be superior, giving some leftovers as alms.

He saw Nan Xing snatch a steamed stuffed bun on the ground, and was happily hiding in a corner to eat.

He half-kneeled in front of Nan Xing, almost choked up and said: "Don't eat, don't eat, you can eat whatever you want in the future, I was wrong, I shouldn't! I'm really a beast... "

He wanted to touch Nan Xing, but a whip came again, and the food he finally obtained rolled around a few times, covered the ground with dust, and was looted by other little ghosts.

At that time, he was already very rich, but he still wanted to let these brats who worked for him grab the leftovers.

In the end, he never felt that the little ghosts were human. He treated them poorly and beat them cruelly.

Nan Xing stood pitifully in front of him, talking about something.

But that he didn't listen to a word and treated each other coldly.

Nan Xing's voice gradually became smaller and smaller.

He hastily went forward to catch Nan Xing, but was in vain, Nan Xing's figure seemed to be transparent, and gradually, gradually disappeared in front of him.

He hurriedly grabbed it again.

The white mist surged in, and he searched around, looking for Nan Xing in a panic and aimlessly.

"South Star!"

He cried out suddenly and opened his eyes suddenly.

There was a little bit of white light around him, and the lack of water, hunger, weakness, and pain in his body gradually went away.

His body has returned to its strong state, and all the power Nan Xing left behind to protect him has been used to repair his body.

Until the last trace of white light disappeared, he suddenly panicked.

It seems like something important is missing.

He took two steps in a panic, and saw Qinqin standing there coldly.

Qin Qin stared at him coldly, and said, "For Nan Xing's sake, I will spare your life today."

Nan Xing gave Zhang Chuanqiong her fetal light, and also deliberately left her strength to block the fatal blow for Zhang Chuanqiong.

It can be seen that he cares about Zhang Chuanqiong very much.

If he was killed, Nan Xing would definitely blame her.

She turned around and left as she spoke. After taking two steps, she suddenly turned around and asked, "I don't know the name A Yan, do you have any impression?"

Zhang Chuanqiong's heart seemed to be hit hard, and his mind went blank for an instant.

Nan Xing often muttered to himself in his memory, as if he was silently reciting someone's name.

In his vague memory, he didn't pay attention.

Now suddenly reminded, that picture rushed into his mind in an instant.

He saw his lip-synch.

Suddenly clearly visible.

That day Nan Xing was whipped for the first time, he stood still and spoke softly.

He said, "Ayan...but you hit me."

And he had countless dreams day and night, his past life in the dream.

I have a very sorry lover.

He couldn't see his lover's face, but only remembered that his lover always called him softly.

Shout very lightly.

"Ayan."