Jiang Zhiyao never expected that i's extroversion would lead to a huge disaster——
The treasure house was bombed, his friends "left", and he himself was not spared.
His mind and soul were about to be broken, so he forced himself to smile at his brother who was walking towards him:
"Hey, it's a nice day today,"
"Look at the sun rising in the west."
My brother just scoffed coldly.
Immediately afterwards, the sounds of "pop", "dong", "clang" and "pop" exploded one after another, and Jiang Zhiyao completely lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he didn't even know where he was.
Before his mind was fully clear, he was picked up by a group of monks who were fighting nearby.
What's outrageous is that he, a demon cultivator with a good foundation, was actually picked up by a righteous cultivator!
Picked it up!
Just when the string in Jiang Zhiyao's mind was stretched to the edge of collapse, the monk who picked him up realized belatedly——
He picked up the wrong person, and his senior sister was still left where he was.
The senior sister said calmly: "It's not a big problem, it's better to just make the mistake."
As a result, Jiang Zhiyao was brought back to Wanyan Sect in a daze.
This sect is clearly ranked among the six major sects (although it is about to fall out), but it is deserted.
The masters and elders grabbed a lot of them, but there were only a few disciples.
What opened his eyes even more was the few senior brothers and sisters in the sect:
The eldest brother loves to watch all kinds of excitement and is the number one supporter of the sect; the third senior sister hides in corners all year round and walks alone, as if one person is isolating the entire sect; the fourth senior brother She Niu spends all day playing around with cats and dogs, and is frighteningly energetic; The second senior sister was sandwiched in the middle, looking to the left at the fourth senior brother who was being chased by the elders, to the right at the senior brother who was busy directing everyone to run away, and then glanced at the third senior sister in the corner who seemed to be about to break, and finally sighed: "It's good to be young."
Jiang Zhiyao was shocked. Jiang Zhiyao wanted to escape, but Jiang Zhiyao failed to escape.
He was forced to stay in the Wanyan Sect, imitating cats and tigers and learning from the orthodox monks: hunting for treasures in secret realms, competing in martial arts arenas, and even taking on the important task of fighting against the demons.
But a demon cultivator is a demon cultivator after all.
After he fully adapted to his current life, a figure with the same appearance suddenly broke into his life.
His hidden identity was completely exposed, and the shadows of the past came in like a tide, swallowing up his sanity bit by bit.
"Who am I?"
He asked himself blankly.
The elder brother hugged him tightly, his voice clear and firm: "You are just you,"
"It's the whole meaning of my existence."
Intention: Too much strength is easy to break, balance things