Reborn with the Tyrant [Cultivation]

Xuehuai subconsciously said: "No, I can go home by myself."

There were a few joking whistles from the crowd, and Yun Cuo's partners downstairs also jumped up.

Seeing a cold and elegant handsome young man being bet by Yun Mi, a young man smiled and said: "The sun is coming out from the west, it's rare for someone to be spotted by Brother Yun, who is he—"

The person next to him suddenly covered his mouth: "Stop talking, open your dog eyes wide to see who it is? The young master of the Xue family, you can't be messed with, just look at it. He has a very violent temper. hang you up and beat you!"

The man was a little excited when he heard this: "That's the son of the Xue family who made a fortune by inverting magic weapons, Xue Huai? I've heard of him." The man glanced at it a few times, and even his tone changed, "Fuck, take a closer look. Also, it's so damn pretty..."

Xuehuai didn't care about anything, he glanced at Yun Cuo, nodded slightly, and then went straight downstairs.

The meaning of rejection is very obvious.

He was good-looking, and carried the noble air that he had been pampered since he was a child, but he didn't look domineering. Instead, he was very gentle and gentle, with a youthful heroic air.Even when you reject people, you can't be annoying.

Like his deceased mother, he is a beauty that can be painted, and he has one more red tear mole than his mother.But his beauty lies in the fact that he is not at rest. An old friend painted a picture for him before, and finally covered the scroll with half of the paper. After returning, he only said eight words: "Xuehuai is a person with vivid colors and fragrance."

It's extremely cold outside and extremely hot inside, so it's fun to move around.The people who squeezed over from behind only got a glimpse of his silhouette, but they were all silent for a moment.

In the silence, a young man rushed out suddenly, grabbed Yun Cuo by the sleeve, and said courageously, "He, he is my brother, Mr. Yun, he has a bad temper, so don't worry about it. You apologize."

In the middle of speaking, Xue He's face was already red.He is one year younger than Xuehuai, and he hasn't grown much, but he can still vaguely see a delicate shadow.

Others whispered: "The Xue family is so beautiful? I just look at this Xue... and so on, it's okay."

Xuehe heard other people's words, her voice became thinner and thinner, she blushed and didn't dare to look at Yuncuo, she just whispered: "I just heard the young master talking, you will, protect me... ours, right?"

Yun Cuo pulled his sleeve back from his hand: "You are Xue...?" He couldn't remember the last word.

"Xuehe."

Yun Cuo glanced at him again, as if recalling something.

Xue He's heart was pounding.

He knew that the young man in front of him was very likely to be the emperor in the future, and his mother urged him to use Xuehuai's name to cling to him. Even if he couldn't become the other party's Taoist partner, at least he had to be familiar with him. Let there be a way out in the future.

He is young, handsome and kind-hearted, and he speaks softly.Someone like Yun Cuo who is used to beating and killing must like it, the only thing he is not sure about is that he is afraid that Xue Huai will ruin his affairs.

Just because he is Xuehuai's younger brother, he knows that he will always live in the shadow of this radiant elder brother.

Don't look at brother, just look at me, just look at me.he thinks.

"Aren't you his biological brother?" Yun Cuo asked, "What was your last name three years ago?"

Xuehe's face turned red all of a sudden, she almost bit her tongue in a panic, and subconsciously denied, "No, I am, born of the Xue family, my surname is Xue, and my name is Xuehe—"

"Three years ago, your surname was Liu, and your mother's surname was also Liu." Yun Cuo seemed to finally remember, and his expression relaxed for a moment. "You are not Xuezong's biological son, it turned out to be you."

According to the selection criteria of Xunxian Pavilion, only Xuehuai is qualified to come here, not his step-wife's son.

His voice was deep and pleasant, indifferently and calmly resounding throughout the silent pavilion.

Xuehe's face turned pale white with a brush, and she felt ashamed, her legs were a little weak, and she could hardly stand up under the meaningful eyes of everyone.

Yun Cuo may have heard that he is not the biological son of the Xue family, but why does Yun Cuo even know their previous surnames?

What does "it was you" mean?

They should have never met.

Before he could doubt, Yun Cuo had already bypassed him and went downstairs.

Several people nearby watched Xuehe's joke, and each of them repeated it meaningfully: "Oh, my surname is Liu, little brother."

"The stepwife apologized to others on behalf of the young master of the family. It's interesting. Do you really consider yourself the master?"

Xue He didn't care about these taunts, he also followed downstairs with red eyes, but was forced to retreat by the evil spirit pouring in like a tide, and the people in front had disappeared without a trace.

Those who exposed his lies in public didn't realize it at all, and Yun Cuo didn't take him seriously at all.

A hundred ghosts walk in the night, Xuehuai walks back against the hordes of demons and ghosts.

In the next life, he even liked these ugly and strange guys a lot.He didn't make a move, only concealed his figure and breath, and walked slowly along the edge of the road, breathing the cold night air.

He was twenty-six when he died, sixteen now.Perhaps because of the preservation of memory, Xuehuai was able to see her cultivation base with her spiritual vision, and found that her cultivation base was the same as her previous life, which was at the silver core level.Although the body is still the same as when he was 26 years old, nothing else has changed.

He had just noticed when he slammed the door with his backhand just now. Once the spiritual power was concentrated, his body reaction and changes in strength were still under his control. They were full and rich, which made him a little stable.Only his wrist was a little red from being pulled, Xue He didn't spare any strength when he pulled him.

He twisted his wrist, and only after he walked out of the tide-like group of ghosts did he show his figure.

It was deep winter and there was heavy snow in Xianzhou, but he was hot all over.

"Young master? Why are you here alone?" In front of the sword casting platform, an old man hurriedly wanted to welcome the young man covered in snow, but the young man stopped him: "Where is my father?"

"Here, I was just talking about business, young master, we sold another batch of firecrackers, and the master said that he reserved the best one for you, so that you can use it in your future studies and practice..."

Xuehuai smiled: "Okay. Tell Dad to go back earlier, and next time don't come alone, I will be with him."

With his cultivation level, he didn't need to activate his spiritual vision to see his father had finished the business upstairs, drank a lot of wine happily, and was drowsy while drooling.

He passed by at this time, and couldn't say a few words - he really just came to take a look, to confirm whether he was really still alive.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed, and responded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, young master really won't go up?"

"I won't go." Xuehuai said, "You don't have to send me off, just take care of my father."

In his previous life, he was unfilial, he insisted on running away from home to follow Yun Cuo, and refused to take over the family business. He was gone for ten years without even knowing that his father was sick.

After his death, Xue Zong was even more sad. He was so seriously ill that he couldn't even manage his son's funeral. He would read Xue Huai and Xue Huai's mother's name on the bed all day long.

His mother left early, and when she was a child, Xuehuai heard these two people talk about each other every day, saying that each other was the love of each other's life.After his mother was buried, his father swore in front of him that he would never remarry, but a few years later, the Liu family brought a little boy into Xue's house.

Xuehuai didn't think it was a big deal, probably his father shouldered the burden of the entire Xue family by himself, and there were times when he was tired and tired, and he needed to find someone to live a good life.But Xue Zong felt very sorry for him because of this, and wanted to pamper him to heaven, fearing that he would feel bad, so at first he even didn't agree with Xue He taking his surname.

Thinking about it now, the suspicion between Liu Shi and Xue He probably started with this unreliable father.

Xuehuai walked slowly on the snow towards the home where he grew up.

Someone behind him called his name: "Xuehuai."

The wind gradually calmed down, so quiet that the sound of falling snow could be heard.

He stopped.I was distracted, and my reaction was slower than usual, and I didn't have time to see who it was.

Only when the black-clothed boy with the blood-colored Buddha seal between his eyebrows stood still in front of him, blocking his way, did he feel that something was wrong——

Yun Cuo actually chased him all the way to this place?

Xuehuai looked at him warily, and took a step or two back.

Yun Cuo didn't move, but this person is naturally vicious and ruthless, not to mention he has a blood Buddha seal, he is already very scary just standing there, if someone else is stopped by him twice in a row, it is estimated that The soul will be frightened away.

It may be the favor of the young fairy master, or it may be the disaster of killing one's life.

Yun Cuo said: "Don't be afraid, I saw you rushed out, afraid that you would provoke those ghosts, so I followed all the way here."

Xuehuai believed that he was a ghost.He has been with him for so many years, and he has never seen Yun Cuo help the poor.

Xuehuai looked at him for a while: "I'm almost home, thank you, you can go back, your partner should be waiting for you."

The polite and alienated tone seemed to be urging him, please leave quickly, okay?

Yun Cuo's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Xuehuai immediately decided not to move, but before he could take a step, Yun Cuo suddenly said, "You're not wearing shoes."

Xuehuai followed his gaze and saw her red feet in the snow, hidden under the brocade gown, even the old man didn't notice.

He was confused just now and didn't feel cold at all.The fairy world has never had those pedantic rules of the mortal world. He is used to being self-willed and free-spirited, and he doesn't think it's inappropriate. It's just that Yun Cuo's words made him feel slightly sullen: "I don't seem to be in the way of Mr. Yun. Prefer no shoes."

"Why?" Yun Cuo asked him.

He didn't seem to realize that this was a prevarication, but he seriously wanted to know the answer.

"..." Xuehuai froze when she met Shang Yuncuo's dark eyes.

Yun Cuo didn't give him time to think.He suddenly approached, and Xuehuai had no time to hide, so she was picked up by him and placed on the stone bench by the roadside.

The embrace is very firm, the movements are very light, but that attitude is so strong that people cannot refuse it, and there is no room for struggle.

The young man was far more powerful than he thought.Xuehuai heard a word whispered past her ears: "Don't move, my hands are strong, you will hurt."

Xuehuai knew that what he said was right, he never did anything useless, so An An remained silent.

Yuncuo squatted down and reached out to hold his ankle.The fluffy short boots passed through a stream of hot air, and they were warm.

This style is quite rustic, and the color is not good-looking. It is the kind of rustic that can make Xuehuai's favorite dark blue color ugly, and it is obvious at a glance that it is the fairyland style popular among his parents.The price of silver wolf's fluff is definitely high, and the only advantage is probably only the word "real", and it can preserve almost scalding heat in an instant.

It's not that Xuehuai has never been waited on by someone to put on his shoes, but what makes him feel unbelievable is that the person who helped him put on his shoes was Yun Cuo, who is usually lonely and arrogant.

With his head down, he carefully squeezed the open fluff mouth for him.The young man's voice was a little deep: "You can't wear mine, you just bought it, if you don't like it, just throw it away when you go back."

Xuehuai was stunned, frowning to stop his movements: "You man, why..."

Yun wrongly said: "This way it won't be cold."

He stood up, his figure paused, as if he wanted to look back at him, but in the end he didn't, he just said in a low voice: "I'm leaving, there is no other meaning, just helping me. Now you can go home."

The author has something to say: Yun: I really have no other meaning, call me Lei Feng.