give me a chance to be a good person

"I thought he should be very tall, but he looks like he is only twelve or thirteen years old."

Shang Shijing didn't want to show up at first, but it's a pity that there is no shortage of wild animals in the deep mountains and old forests, and there is something moving in the vegetation, which exposed the two of them.It's not that difficult to find the leading actor. Wan Changkong and Yu Wanggui are related by blood. With a little trickery, Yu Wanggui's trace is as obvious as an open flame in the dark night.

But even so, it took him a lot of effort to find the child.

At this time in the novel, Yu Wanggui should have been fifteen or sixteen years old, but Shang Shijing looked at him, but he seemed to be an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. Just graduated from elementary school.Maybe it's because he didn't eat well in the sect. He was originally a young disciple of the outer sect picked up by an outer sect disciple. It's not easy to have enough food to eat, let alone nutrition. He just got his master this year. Blue eyes, lucky to be an inner disciple.

It's a pity that his master is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but in fact he is just coveting Yu Wanggui's pure Yang body. He wants to sacrifice Yu Wanggui's life so that he can forge a peerless sword. At that time, Yu Wanggui will become a sword. Middle Sword Spirit, assisting him left and right.

Yu Wanggui's blurred memory of the past was caused by his father. When a child undergoes great changes, it is inevitable that his temperament will change drastically, or he will indulge in hatred. Therefore, before his father died, he deliberately sealed Yu Wanggui's memory. If he survived by luck, he wouldn't lose his hatred and go down the wrong path.

Wan Changkong looked at Shang Shijing quietly, his eyes were calm and sad.

Shang Shijing sighed softly, and said again: "He is your nephew, but you don't remember it anymore." He looked at Wan Changkong with some distaste, thinking: It's so fresh, the other only read the book An outsider introduces his nephew to his uncle.This move was meaningless, and Shang Shijing knew it well, but seeing Wan Changkong's unresponsive appearance and thinking of the child's hopeful expression, something still seemed to be churning in his heart.

Hey, they are all scumbags like Shangshijing!

No, he is now the scum of Shang Shijing.

Shang Shijing sat under the moonlight for a long time, and Wan Changkong stood beside him, motionless, without saying a word. He didn't know how long the Cangmang Ruins had been used, so he had to tell the time from the front and back of the Bayeux, since now Bayeux was already on Yu Wanggui's neck, so even if the fight over the Cangmang Ruins didn't stop, it was about to stop.

He was afraid of seeing the dead, so he simply stayed in this quiet place where no one was there and waited for Chunyun Wujue to come out to find someone.

In fact, until now, Shang Shijing still can't think of any way to save his life. When he first time traveled, he was angry, desperate, anxious, and at a loss, but after all, people want to live, so he can only force Accept it yourself.Now, after experiencing the fear of facing Chunyun Wujue, and seeing the pitiful appearance of the male protagonist, he suddenly felt that even if he just wanted to stay in Chunyun Mountain honestly, he would make wine with pine flowers, cook tea with spring water, and use fireflies as his fireflies. Le, I am afraid it is not an easy task.

Shang Shijing's debt actually has nothing to do with him, but in the eyes of others, it is always related to him.

Could it be that because Shang Shijing knows the development of the next hundred years, he has to bear several big scapegoats accordingly. The fate is unreasonable and unreasonable, disrupting the future he had prepared, but Shang Shijing can't give up on himself, he sighed quietly He took a deep breath, if apart from the scapegoat, even Shang Shijing's IQ can be passed on to him, then he must be a good person, retire with peace of mind, and just want to be safe.

Could it be that God thinks this is too violent, so he only gives the scapegoat and not the IQ?

"The third one."

Wu Lang's voice was gentle and soft, it sounded as if he could feel the moist rain in the south of the Yangtze River, soft and soft, as if entangled in his heart, so soft that his bones were crisp, the voice sounded so abruptly behind him, but It wasn't scary, Shang Shijing sat still, just looked back and lightly said, "Brother."

"When you see Yu Wanggui again in ten years' time, you deliberately gave him that bay leaf." Wu Lang paused for a moment, then slowly walked to Shang Shijing's side, leaned against him and sat down next to a boulder, with a calm and calm tone , only said: "Is he the new player on your chessboard, or are there any traces of the old things that have not been smoothed out?"

Shang Shijing opened his mouth, and wanted to ask Wu Lang back, is he such a scheming figure in his heart?

After thinking about it carefully, Shang Shijing decided not to humiliate himself, because he could tell the answer himself.

Yes.

It's really a sad thing.

Shang Shijing really wanted to get angry, but when he looked into Wu Lang's eyes, he suddenly lost his temper, and said calmly, "Brother came here, it seems that there is nothing to be gained from the vast ruins, you came to find me alone, I think brother One of them was injured, so it's not easy to disperse." Shit, he just read the script and knew that Zhang Xiao was injured, and he was the unlucky person who was accidentally injured by the male protagonist's uncle who was receiving lunch.

It deserves it, who told him to speak ill of me to Feng Xu.

"You've always been so smart." Wu Lang smiled slightly, "A Xiao was injured. I was worried about your safety, so I let them stay and look for it by myself."

Shang Shijing, as a dog with a backbone, nodded with a sullen face, indicating that he knew. In fact, the beauty of a monk greatly affected Shang Shijing's emotions. For example, when he wanted to get angry, he saw Wu Lang With such a good-looking appearance, it was inevitable that he suppressed his anger forcefully. After all, this matter had nothing to do with Wu Lang.

He wanted to get angry, wanted to be angry, but because of a certain alliance of traversers who didn't know if he had a brain injury.

It really shouldn't be angered at Wu Lang.

Of course, if Wu Lang didn't have this good looks, it would be hard for Shang Shijing to say whether he could maintain such rationality.

"In that case, let's go." Shang Shijing stood up, put Wan Changkong into the mustard bag, and nodded.

"Shi Jing, I really want to know." Wu Lang said suddenly, "Have you expected the fact that the Cangmang Ruins has nothing?"

Shang Shijing asked back, "Is it very important?"

"No, it's not important." Wu Lang whispered softly, with a melodious laugh, "I only hope that my brothers will live in harmony, and I have no other intentions."

Shang Shijing stood on the spot and thought for a while, then he suddenly remembered one thing, Shang Shijing had experienced all kinds of tricks, but he never had Wu Lang's idea, so in the end he didn't dare to break ground on Tai Sui, or was it the author? Unexpectedly—according to the current situation, he felt that the former was far more likely than the latter.

What a brother.

Shang Shijing thought silently: If Zhan Zhixi finds out the truth about his dead wife and kills me, boss, you must remember to help your relatives or not.

The author has something to say: Shang Shijing: I seem to hear someone calling me handsome.