Fang Chen was reborn.
In his previous life, he was a good-for-nothing handyman of the Tianshu Sword Sect who had his spiritual roots ripped out. He was beaten to pieces by the stewards in the cold winter, and he was as humble as dust. He eventually died miserably in the belly of a monster.
In this life, when he opened his eyes, he found that his vision had changed:
The head of the steward who oppressed him was filled with black energy, and death was imminent. But in the center of the death energy, there was a century-old red fruit that was as red as fire!
The cold and aloof saint Su Qingyue seemed to have unlimited glory, but in fact her life was taken away. Her dark golden divine body, energy and luck were like a gossamer, and a blood-sucking black thread stretched out from her back.
Under the lofty sect leader Mo Cangsong, there is actually a wriggling altar of flesh and blood, harvesting the longevity of all the disciples of the sect.
Fang Chen sneered: "Since I can see through all the opportunities in the world, no one in this world can take away a penny from me!"
Well written, the road to the rise of a loser