hug that god

Later, the "beggar" heard that Shen Zhiyu saved his little brother Shen Yuede, resulting in the death of three outsiders, and monsters invaded a certain city.

As a result, the city was destroyed, the people died, and the people were killed. He was sentenced to beheaded.

He waded through mountains and rivers, ran over without sleep for three days and three nights, and turned into this beggar-like appearance.

During the process, he met a man who claimed to be Chang Sheng, and gave him a cross ball with white smoke like a skull and red air like a devil inside.

Let him see a teenager with a blue ball in his hand, smash it on his body, and show him a portrait, saying that this can save Shen Zhiyu.

The beggar told Fu Yang and Mo Zhibai about the matter, with an indescribable arrogance and arrogance, but there was a lot of inferiority and depression in his words,

It was as if he was living in a bottomless abyss, without seeing any light, with thorns all over the ground, and knives all around.

He was scarred and tortured, slowly being swallowed up, hanging by a little firefly light, living only for Shen Zhiyu.

After Fu Yang heard this, his heart was very heavy.

His words reveal praise for his previous life, and Mo Zhibai also demands the same from himself.

It turned out that Mo Zhibai was cultivating the light in his heart.

There were tears in Shen Yuexiu's eyes, it turns out that being a beggar is so painful, and his little brother Li Qifu was also reduced to a beggar, every time he mentioned it, he was filled with grief and indignation.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, ignoring the smell and dirt on his body, hugged him, and shouted tremblingly: "Master."

Seeing this, Fu Yang immediately pulled Shen Yuexiu back.

Only then did Shen Yuexiu put away her emotions and wiped away her tears.

The beggar didn't cry, but was depressed and distracted. He looked at Shen Yuexiu and looked at Fuyang with a hoarse voice: "You will save him, right?"

"To let him die is to save him." Fu Yang said in a low voice.

When the beggar heard the words, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

There was a loud "pop".

He slapped Fu Yang severely, and said in a loud voice: "Nonsense."

Fu Yang blushed and remained silent.

The beggar's voice sank, he gritted his teeth and said, "You don't want to save him, you all want to watch him die. I know that you like to watch kind people die."

"No." Shen Yuexiu nodded slightly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Good people should be rewarded, right? Save him, save him, and don't let him die." The beggar's face changed again, his tone softened a little, and he couldn't hide his excitement. He grabbed Shen Yuexiu's sleeve, and his eyes widened. Light.

Shen Yuexiu was powerless, her lips squirmed, unable to utter a word.

After a while, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

The light in the beggar's eyes gradually dimmed, and he let go of his hand, his eyes were gloomy and ecstatic, with a hint of despair.

"Do you believe in reincarnation? Maybe he will live happily in the next life." Fu Yang said.

"That's not him." The beggar said quietly.

"Remember this sentence." Fu Yang's eyes were dark, and he said in a deep voice, it's really sad that people in the two worlds are for one person.

The beggar gave him a lot of doubts, but Fu Yang only raised his hand and knocked him out.

When the beggar closed his eyes, there was anger, despair and helplessness.

The two of Shen Yuexiu returned to the execution place.

I saw that Fu Yang was still kneeling there in his previous life and did not leave.

"Really, I'm going to be beheaded, it's not good." Fu Yang said hoarsely, looking at the people on the stage.

"Stop kneeling, sit down and rest for a while." Shen Yuexiu stepped forward and said, Fu Yang smiled lightly in his previous life, thanked him for his kindness, shook his head and declined politely.

"There's no one in private now, won't you run away?" Fu Yang asked.

"My lord father, he trusted me not to run away, so he kept me here, and Zhiyu is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. If I run away, Shen Mofu will definitely bear a bad reputation."

"Shen Yuexiu, please avoid it, I have something to tell him." Fu Yang said.

Shen Yuexiu nodded slightly towards Fuyang's previous life after hearing the words, saluted and left.

Fu Yang only told him that he came from the future and was his reincarnation, and told him about himself and Mo Zhibai.

Zhiyu's expression was gloomy, her eyes were sad, she never thought that a boy she saved casually would pay so much for him.

With so many innocent people killed and injured, he felt even more guilty.

"You are going to die tomorrow. I would like to make a merciless request. I hope you can transfer all your cultivation bases to me without reservation."

His strength is due to the strong resentment under the sword. Now without the resentment under the sword, he doesn't know how weak he will be.

Moreover, I don't know if there are still signs of resentment in the sword, the power of my previous life is holy, and it will definitely be able to completely suppress the seeds of resentment under the sword.

Maybe, smelling the familiar power, Mo Zhibai would wake up and never die...

His request was very presumptuous and cruel. Didn't he know that his previous life could agree to it?

Fu Yang's previous life, Shen Zhiyu, looked at him, without any hesitation in his eyes, and only said "yes"...

"You know what that means."

"I lost all my cultivation and became a useless person."

"You are not afraid that I will lie to you."

"I believe you."

Fu Yang was taken aback for a moment, he was really a good person in his previous life, he couldn't help but let out a cool smile in his heart.

Shen Zhiyu asked him to come to the stage, and the two of them sat cross-legged and began to teach the exercises.

A faint white light radiated from Fu Yang's body, and spiritual power poured into his body continuously, and he felt a burst of warmth, as if his body continued to expand.

Suddenly white light flashed from his body, Shen Zhiyu fell backwards, lying on the ground, pale and haggard, very weak.

Fu Yang's appearance is no longer that of Liu Hui, but his original appearance.

He got up, his clothes were already bursting open.

He turned around and knelt down on one knee towards Shen Zhiyu, said "Thank you" and then got up, without looking at him any more, and left.

Shen Zhiyu's eyes were hazy, and because of the lack of spiritual power, his body lost moisture and passed out.

The weather was cloudy and the breeze was heavy. Shen Yuexiu was walking in the forest, with sad eyes and low mood, as she walked.

Suddenly, the trees shook violently, the wind raged, the sky turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a strong evil spirit permeated the surroundings.

"Who?" Shen Yuexiu was frightened, turned around and looked around.

With a "shua", a figure appeared in front of him, exuding evil aura.

He was wearing a black shirt with a stand-up collar. He had resolute features and a well-defined outline. His long black hair was thick and thick, and his bangs on his forehead reached his eyelids, making him look sinister and cold.

Shen Yuexiu didn't dare to be careless, and looked at him vigilantly.

"Your ancestor." The sinister and powerful man smiled evilly, his voice cold.

"You curse." Shen Yuexiu said.

The man suddenly stretched out his hand towards his chest.

Shen Yuexiu took quick steps to back up again and again, when she got to a tree it was difficult to back up again, she couldn't help but use her spiritual palm.

The man stretched out his hand to block his attack, Shen Yuexiu only felt that he was so cold and powerful.

"As long as you recognize me, I will pass on my heart and strength to you. If not, you will contribute your heart and strength to me."

He leaned towards Shen Yuexiu with a seductive tone.

"I don't want to inherit your evil power." Shen Yuexiu said firmly.

"Dare to refuse." The man's eyes were displeased, his hands strengthened, he slid past Shen Yuexiu's hand, and grabbed his chest, with five nails standing up and pressing inward.