[Progressing: The first small copy is completed]
Wen Xingzhou could list a hundred reasons why he disliked Fang Lidu, the most profound of which was that his father and mother always compared him with the other person. Seeing how happy the other person's eyes were, how much he hated iron.
And Fang Lidu himself is not a good person. He often slanders his friends in front of him: "This person is definitely not a kind person."
Until a sudden heavy snowfall in the hot summer in the town where they were staying, the body of his friend floated down the river, and the poison in the body burst out. That night, he and the other party were planted with the same poison, and were forced to be bound. That is, all his injuries were transferred to Fang Lidu, and both of them only had three years to live.
In order to solve the poison, the pampered mortal young master had to step into the world of cultivation.
Relying on the existence of Tongxin Gu, Wen Xingzhou began to take advantage of this binding privilege.
When he was attacked and in danger, he put a knife to his throat and said, "Fang Lidu, save me."
Late at night, when I couldn't sleep, I pulled someone's sleeve again and said, "Sing me to sleep."
He thought that the other party's compliance was due to Tong Xin Gu's compulsion, but he ignored the complicated emotions hidden in the other party's eyes when he looked at him.
*
Behind the "accidental death" of his friend, there was actually a name that even the world of cultivation dared not touch.
The calm exterior was finally torn apart. When the Demon Lord came to the world, the world of cultivation was like a hell on earth, filled with a sea of fire. Fang Lidu, who had the ability to save the world, was about to go to hell with him because of the existence of Tongxin Gu.
At this moment, Wen Xingzhou also learned the entire truth.
Including why Tongxin Gu chose him and why Fang Lidu stayed by his side from the beginning.
Looking up at the devastated world of cultivation, he shattered his meridians in front of Fang Lidu and died decisively. At the last moment before his consciousness disappeared, the other party's cry of blood came to his ears: "No!"
But he was thinking in his heart: He was finally free.
*
It was a hundred years later when I opened my eyes again.
He was reborn as the lowest servant of the sect. His disciple made a big mistake and was about to go to the punishment hall to be interrogated by the sect leader himself.
And this big mistake turned out to be just breaking a lamp in the sect master's bedroom.
Fang Lidu was sitting in the high hall, his face was still a familiar face, but the lifeless temperament around him was so unfamiliar, only the eyes looking at him were burning with a light that could penetrate a hundred years.
"This lamp..." Fang Lidu's voice was as hoarse as rust, "It is made of clay from your hometown."
"I've been waiting for a hundred years..."
"I'll wait until you come back and break it with your own hands."
The squeamish young master was attacked by a vicious and tsundere
Intention: Believe in the truth, goodness and beauty around you
