After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao died, but not completely.

He still remembered that he just took a nap on the bed, and then he opened his eyes and lay down in the coffin.

On the heavy coffin board in front of him, there was the sound of rustling soil falling down.

"The Sheng family is really cold-faced and selfless. They have been organizing live sacrifices for so many years, and when the devil picks on his family, they don't hesitate to send their children out."

"Are you new here? The Sheng family has only one precious son, and the one lying on the ground is an orphan picked up by the Sheng family. When you pick it up, it's just in case it's the turn of the living sacrifice. When the red sedan chair was carried into the gate of the Sheng family this morning, The bride is still kowtowing on the ground, begging his adoptive parents to spare his life."

"No wonder Master Sheng got drugged up and buried the coffin. It turned out that he was afraid that he would run away."

The sound of communication followed the sound of footsteps, and Sheng Huaizhao, who had a splitting headache, raised his hand to rub his temples, but found that the top of his head was heavy.

The crown bead hijab is embellished with bead strings, hooked with filigree and pendant chains, like a colorful crown.

Sheng Huaizhao hesitated for a while, and tugged on his head... She really is a fucking "bridal wife".

In the dark and claustrophobic space, a mechanical voice sounded: "Host, have you received all the plots I transmitted to you? You can't unlock other..."

"Don't make noise." Sheng Huaizhao got up angrily, and didn't want to hear anyone's voice.

Although the current identity of the person in front of him is "book wearer", the system still didn't dare to enforce the rules, so it could only shut up aggrievedly.

With his mind cleared, Sheng Huaizhao began to sort out the follow-up plot.

The original owner was dug out by the thousand-year-old demon and tortured in various ways. When he was about to die, he awakened the body of the most yin, and condensed the magic core that was rare in ten thousand years. He finally escaped from the tiger's mouth and returned to the village, but he died because of the unsuccessful "sacrifice". After being beaten half to death by the villagers and thrown into the river, he became ill with resentment, and returned to take revenge on the world by cultivating in one breath.

The earthy and vulgar supporting role of the villain is the new life that Sheng Huaizhao took over.

Sighing, Sheng Huaizhao said: "The system."

The system hastily said: Hey.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand, and then a small silver dagger appeared in his palm.

He frowned.

System Qiqie: ...This is the world of cultivation, and you can't bring what you have before.

Hearing him sigh, the system just wanted to say don't lose heart, when it saw the dagger pierced into the crack of the coffin board.

This was a living sacrifice, and the Old Demon would come to dig up the coffin at night, so no one dared to bury it deep.After Sheng Huaizhao confirmed with a dagger that there were no longevity nails, he kicked open the wooden coffin lid in one go, and saw the hook-like moon in the sky.

The hijab had already fallen into the coffin, Sheng Huaizhao struggled to take off the colorful crown that caught his hair, the soil rolled off his body, and a red wedding robe was thrown out.

The hem of the skirt was blown wildly by the gloomy wind, revealing a black mark on the ankle, thin and long, like a crescent moon in the sky, and like a death sickle.

Sheng Huaizhao's thin eyes drooped slightly, and he lowered the hem of his skirt.

The silently observing system shuddered, feeling that this host was frightening for no reason.

At nightfall, the doors of the small mountain village are closed, and the long road is without lights.

A family was looking at the wooden window in fear, and the couple hugged each other tightly, daring not to make a sound.

Afterwards, a silhouette was pasted on the window: "Your labor, how can I get to Sheng Mansion?"

The wife was so frightened that she buried herself in her husband's arms, and Dou Da burst into tears.

The husband's voice was like a mosquito: "Go straight, the house with the white lantern is..."

Sheng Huaizhao said hoarsely, "Thank you."

When he found Sheng's mansion, Sheng Huaizhao looked at the rich mansion and smiled coldly.

The white lantern was dedicated to "Second Young Master Sheng", but there was no sound of crying and sadness in the mansion, probably because it was not my family who died.

Sheng Huaizhao regards the words greedy for life and fear of death as his standard, so when he found out that he was almost buried alive just after passing through, he was extremely wronged.

Thank you for the invitation, I'm alive, now I'm going back to Sheng Mansion to cry, make trouble and hang myself.

He climbed over the wall and entered the room, and returned to his residence according to his memory. He took the bronze sword of the town house and walked to the main courtyard. Inside, Master Sheng was sleeping soundly with his concubine in his arms, without any sense of guilt for killing a life in vain.

Zheng!

The copper sword pierced into the pillow and embedded into the wooden bed, making a crisp sound.

Master Sheng woke up with a start, frightened out of his wits: "You! You..."

"Hush." ​​Sheng Huaizhao drew out his sword and touched it to his lips, motioning for silence, "Master, don't be afraid, I am Second Young Master Sheng."

Sheng Huaizhao's eyelashes are much longer than the average person's, and his pupils are clear and pure. When he looks at people with a malicious smile, the light in his eyes is like a thin blade on the skin, making people feel cold all over.

In the morning, when the boy was pressed down and changed into the wedding dress, not only Master Sheng, but all the men in the house were amazed for a moment.

An orphan who was bought from a poor village obviously fears everything he does, but after putting on a red wedding dress, he looks so charming and charming.

With tears in his eyes, his skin was whiter than snow, and Daxi's red dress made him more fragile and beautiful than any other bride in the village.

Master Sheng didn't even know that the little beast he picked up as a dog was so attractive.

But Sheng Huaizhao was crying too embarrassingly, his demeanor was not worthy of that porcelain-like appearance, no matter how beautiful he was, he couldn't make people feel affectionate.

But no one thought that when Sheng Huaizhao put the sword across a person's neck at night, he would condense a cold arrogance that matched Juechen's appearance.

These smiling eyes are more frightening than any nightmare.

Sheng Huaizhao noticed that the old man's pupils shrank and trembled. He seemed to want to prolong his appreciation of the embarrassment, and his voice was contemptuous.

"You want Earth Demon to kill me, I'm not willing to die, I'm coming back to you."

Unprecedented fears were rising layer by layer. Master Sheng couldn't figure out why Sheng Huaizhao was so different from the daytime, and subconsciously cried, "No, I won't..."

With a flash of blade light, the concubine's face was splashed with hot blood, seeing that human head flying up, she screamed in fright!

Sheng Huaizhao tilted his head slightly, pointing the tip of his sword at her throat, as if suspicious: "You want to accompany him too?"

The concubine covered her lips and wept, too frightened to make a sound.

Sheng Huaizhao pulled up the brocade quilt in front of him, and the concubine tugged in a panic to prevent his clothes from being disheveled.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you." The moonlight fell on his cheeks, outlining a layer of cold light, "Please, let go?"

The concubine's room watched as he wrapped Master Sheng's head with a quilt, then raised his blood-red wedding dress, and left with his sword in hand.

She was in a trance for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that the big bed beneath her was dripping with thick black blood, and Master Sheng's body was gradually swollen and festered, and the stench was overwhelming!

The system shrank in the sea of ​​consciousness, not daring to talk to Sheng Huaizhao.

Although he knew that this host was not simple before he came, but he did not expect Sheng Huaizhao to be so difficult.

The strong fear in the sea of ​​consciousness affected Sheng Huaizhao. He guessed that this small system might be a novice leading people on the first day. After thinking about it for a while, he decided not to cast a shadow on him.

He said: "I finally know why the villain died of talking too much."

System: ... why?

Sheng Huaizhao chuckled, this smile was completely different from the one at the bedside just now, as if he had really had fun, showing a dazzling brilliance.

"Because the old man's frightened expression just now was so funny, I also want to say more about torturing him."

Consciousness Sea was silent for a while, and the system shrank in the corner trembled even more.

Sheng Huaizhao suppressed his smile, looked up at the moon, and threw the blood-stained sword on the ground.

The long sword fell to the ground with a bang, and a bitter wind came through the air with murderous intent. It seemed that the wind had condensed and hit his wrist, and his whole hand was numb in an instant.

Sheng Huaizhao was slightly stunned, having the illusion of bumping into an air wall in the game.

Immediately, a sword covered with thin frost brushed Sheng Huaizhao's eyelids and nailed to the wall behind him.

Only then did Sheng Huaizhao become convinced that he had just been beaten, and he quickly looked up at the door.

A boy stood under the moonlight.

Long ink-like hair fluttered down, silver light dripped from the silver Taoist crown, and the fluttering Taoist robe seemed to land on the ground like a night butterfly, which set off his superior and slender figure.

The young man was full of awe-inspiring sword aura, and his eyes were cold: "Who are you?"

Sheng Huaizhao saw his face against the light - a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a little baby fat, tender and tender jawline, looking like the ice-skin dumplings that he liked to eat before.

Sheng Huaizhao didn't recognize the boy, but his sea-consciousness system was agitated.

The youth's pure white outline is as cold as jade, and under his cold and beautiful eyes are two red lines like blood. This redness is the characteristic that the author has emphasized four times and three times in the original book, and only the protagonist has.

The system whispered: This is the future son of the sword, the god of slaughter... the number one swordsman who beat you to death, Yun Jian.

Sheng Huaizhao: Oh, it is an eternal truth that villains die because of talking too much.

Although he is a book walker, the only intersection between him and the hero is the sword ten years later, so apart from the basic settings of "the first in the way of the sword" and "a rare genius", Sheng Huaizhao has everything for this son of heaven. I don't know.

Yun Jian retracted his sword intent, and his spiritual consciousness spread across the entire Sheng Mansion like an invisible net in an instant.

Before coming here, Yun Jian retreated in a spiritual mountain a hundred miles away, but when he was practicing the mental method, he suddenly felt that there were evil spirits nearby.

When he approached the small village, he saw only this house had a layer of gentle holy light, as if it was covered by some magic weapon.He thought that other cultivators had arrived first and had already set up the magic circle, but he heard a female voice screaming.

After landing, Yun Jian discovered that there was actually a sky-high evil spirit wrapped in the holy light!

In the house in front of me, someone died in the main courtyard, the servants in the house screamed and ran for their lives in fear, only this person in front of him...

Yun Jian has not yet come to a conclusion, his waist tightened.

The red dress threw herself into her arms, crying: "Brother Immortal, I was chosen by the Old Demon. He not only wanted to marry me and humiliate me, but also killed my father. Please save my whole family..."

Sure enough, there are evil spirits.

Yun Jian came here to slay demons, but the embrace of the person in front of him made him go numb.

Sheng Huaizhao's shoulder hurt slightly, and only then did he realize that Yun Jian pushed him away with the hilt of his sword.

As expected of a sword cultivator with a pure heart and few desires, he knows how to sit still at such a young age.

"Where is Old Demon?"

"Go straight out of the house and there is a small path along the road and turn left three times in the mass grave."

"it is good."

Sheng Huaizhao breathed a sigh of relief when the white clothes passed by. He is indeed a hero who is dedicated to eliminating demons and defending the way. He doesn't care about anything when he meets a demon.

Just as Sheng Huaizhao was about to step away, the people behind him turned back.

"You're alone, I'll leave you a formation..." Yun Jian subconsciously wanted to keep someone, but he didn't care whether he would accept or not, so he only grabbed the quilt that Sheng Huaizhao was holding.

As a result, with such a pull, the quilt was suddenly torn into two corners, and a human head fell to the ground.

The chill of death returned with the sword, and the thin frost reflecting the cold moon fell on the sword, reflecting the outline of Sheng Huaizhao.

Yun Jian's voice was cold and cold: "Who did you kill?"

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* cloud remonstrance (jian)

① I am cultivating immortals, the settings are: Siyuan period (refinement of Qi, foundation building), clear state of clarity (elimination of alchemy, Yuanying), Jianxiayun (transformation of spirit, anti-virtual), day and night brightness (integration, Mahayana), delusion Void Realm (Crossing Tribulation, True Immortal), Hong Zhentian, Lord of One Realm

②The whole should be sand sculpture sweet pet article, responsible for sand sculpture in the early stage, and sweet pet in the later stage (everyone who has read Di Zi’s article knows that I am just a conscientious cookie cook)

③This is the first time I try to write Gudan!Some words and sentences may be a bit of a drama, I will first try to improve my literary accomplishment, and secondly, if you find any problems while reading, please let me know in time!I change!

④Bring Xiaosheng Xiaoyun to give you New Year greetings!I will continue to work hard in the new year!Love you guys!