She took the Xiuxian cannon fodder script

Chapter 579 626-11 Right and wrong
Mr. Liu was very decisive, and the powerful aftermath of the explosion blasted him away.

Mo Yuheng's chest felt tight, he snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The body was exposed to the power of self-explosion, and all the bones in the body were broken. Then came an oncoming spiritual energy containing powerful explosive power. Part of the spiritual energy supported the body, and the rest of the spiritual energy was used to resist the wave of explosions in front of it.

There was a loud rumbling sound that overwhelmed his entire body.

He felt countless pains coming towards him. He had strong willpower not to be burdened by the pain, and his body trembled violently. Step by step, all the remaining power in his body was exhausted.

Finally, he spit out a mouthful of blood and his whole body was covered in blood.

He was quickly pushed away by the aftermath of the last explosion and hit hard in an unknown direction.

Then he fell into a coma, and there was no time to prepare for anything.

Fortunately, when he was resisting the explosion, he took out his epidemic prevention equipment and enveloped his whole body in it.

It will be triggered automatically, so that he will not be killed without any precautions. Wouldn't it be a useless death?

After being in a daze for a long time, I finally found myself in a dark place.

She didn't know where she was at all, so she kept walking forward, as if it was endless, and the darkness wanted to swallow her up.

What kind of world is this?
It's a bit like when the mysterious Dark Dawn Formation appeared in order to protect those demon cultivators, which constantly corroded the consciousness of others in the darkness.

Be extremely vigilant and take high-intensity defense.

It’s dark and can be tiring.

But have to?

He didn't want to continue walking even halfway.

It would be useless for him to go on like this, but it would increase the burden of vigilance.

It's better to think of other ways to get out. Maybe this is a formation.

While guessing, he sat on the ground.

He took out the mother-child formation plate in his hand, looked around vigilantly, continuously input spiritual power, and used both hands to cast mysterious spells into it.

The two formation disks, one large and one small, were constantly rotating, colliding into one place and merging. They were constantly rotating everywhere, getting bigger and bigger.

It rotated around him, and there was no change in the place where it rotated.

I kept touching it, but I still didn't find any effect.

Constantly thinking deeply about strange places: "What is this place?"

There is no big use in being vigilant and watching.

He slowly relaxed his vigilance, waved out the formation in his hand, and arranged a secret formation in a mysterious way, covering its entire body and hiding it.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator can't see the formation.

After setting up the formation, I felt relaxed.

He breathed a sigh of relief and slowly regained his energy.

I just feel a little tired mentally, I don’t know why?

This feeling is due to the high concentration just now.

But as time went by, I felt drowsy and unenergetic.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he was mentally shocked. He looked around in all directions to see what was different.

It's just a pity that the effort was in vain. It's no different from before, it's still dark and silent.
But this darkness eats away at other people's minds, making them let down their guard and become weary of the world.

I felt extremely lonely and overwhelming.

He slowly swallowed Mo Yuheng, fearing that any resistance would be useless.

It was just a boat in the sea, letting the waves keep beating and the water churning.

The roaring sound suddenly caused the boat to capsize.

In an instant, the only light of dawn went out, and he closed his eyes heavily.Only with the last consciousness did he react.

This is the illusion of Xutian, yes, he was right.

It's a pity that it's too late, and I have entered the illusion.

He became a newborn baby, losing all his memories.

This is a mortal country, with wars all year round, the people are displaced, and the people are wailing all over the land.

He is one of these people. He lived peacefully and happily with his family in the countryside for the past ten years.

Suddenly one day, officers and soldiers arrived and took away all the young men and food. The next year, natural disasters continued, and the whole village had no harvest. Sons and daughters were sold, and he became the girl whose weight was sold, named Erya.

After several twists and turns, he was sent to a wealthy family.

She became a maid beside a young man and changed her name to calligraphy and painting.

The young man looks clean and handsome. What is very obvious is the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

He had a heart of great mercy and could not bear to see people suffering. He watched the victims starve to death on the streets with sallow faces and skin, so he opened warehouses to release grain and gave out porridge to the people every day.

Is the young man panicking as he watches the warehouse full of food being used up one by one?

But I saw that the calligraphy and painting around me didn't show any signs of nervousness. When I saw the maid acting like this, as a young master, I told the little girl.

He had a straight face and looked very serious.Only the cinnabar mole on his forehead weakened his solemnity.

"The young master is not in good condition. The warehouse is almost out of food."

"How many more days can it last?"

"Three days."

The young man was a little uneasy when he heard this, but he was still calm when he saw the calligraphy and paintings around him.

Curious, he asked: "Why aren't you nervous?"

"There's no point in being nervous. It's better to find the right way to handle things."

"What will you do today?"

Shuhua looked at the crowds of people outside, and there was no pity on his face: "If you want to fundamentally solve the problem, can this little food help them? It's just drinking poison to quench their thirst."

"What do you mean?"

"They will let you raise them. When the day comes when there is no food? They will make a fuss and pounce on you. They are not grateful to you in their hearts. If they don't have food, they will resent you."

"why?"

"Because everyone is selfish, you have not fundamentally solved their problems. Instead, you have raised them and become inert. It is natural for them to take food from you. I advise the young master to pack up and leave."

The young man seemed to have had his self-esteem hurt. He puffed up his face and suppressed his blush: "All appearances are false. If you see all appearances that are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

After leaving these words behind, he must stick to his true intentions, believing that as long as he takes these actions, he will definitely persuade others to do good and help others overcome their suffering.

Unfortunately, what happened next seemed to be out of control. There was generally no food, and everyone began to take advantage of the chaos and rush into the yard, smashing things everywhere, and countless slaves were running around.

Some were trampled to death and beaten to death.

Seeing this bloody scene, Xiaonian turned pale.

His whole body was shaking.

"This is the price of not listening to advice and sticking to your heart. Why insist on going your own way again? It's better to run away, there will be another day."

Hearing these words, the young man turned around like a demon, and his whole body was in a daze: "Buddha said: My heart is a little moved, but the love is far away, things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is not the same, the past cannot be forgotten."

In the cold wind, a long knife penetrated his chest, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Shuhua saw from the other person's eyes that there was also a knife in his chest, and the figure with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth was scattered.

　Ask for a monthly ticket, a recommended ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)