Lin Xiu deeply felt that he was as small as grass and as humble as duckweed.
In modern times, he was an ordinary part-time worker, but in the end he died in a car accident and no one cared about him.
Entering the book, he is still a transparent person with poor talent and no lines. He can only cut grass, feed monsters and clean up animal excrement under the evil manager every day. His monthly salary is so low that he can't even eat enough.
How can a little person like him save the proud man of heaven?
The system is embarrassed: "But if you don't complete the task, you won't be able to return to the original world."
Lin Xiu was indifferent, closed his eyes and fell asleep: Whatever.
He can't even support himself.
Until that night, he accidentally bumped into the proud man of heaven who had been reduced to a useless person overnight and betrayed by everyone, standing alone on the edge of the cliff.
The rain was pouring down, almost blurring his vision. The young man's white clothes were stained with blood. The hand that once held the sword hung limply by his side, and his eyes were as empty as death.
Lin Xiu finally couldn't help but rushed forward, grabbed the other person's shoulders and asked angrily: "If you lose your cultivation, you will rebuild it. If you are bullied, you will take revenge. You are not even afraid of death, why are you afraid of living?!"
He hates the fact that iron cannot become steel: "Xiao Lingyu, aren't you Shuang Wenlong Aotian?! Can you have some potential!"
Xiao Lingyu was pinned down by the young man in the rain. He stared blankly into those angry eyes, and finally uttered a word in a hoarse voice: "... Stop crying."
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That night, Lin Xiu stepped on the mud and carried Xiao Lingyu back step by step. Then he accompanied him all the way to the secret realm, shaped his bones, and personally brought the bright moon that had fallen into the quagmire back to a high place.
Three years later, at the Kyushu Conference.
The kendo genius Xiao Lingyu, who had all his bones broken and lost all his cultivation, was dressed in white and stood on a high platform with his sword in hand. His sword energy swept through the sea of clouds thousands of miles away, and he won the championship in one fell swoop.
Under the cheers of thousands of people, he put his sword in his arms and walked slowly to a mysterious young man wearing a curtain hat in the audience. Then, the two left hand in hand intimately.
The breeze blew by, and the curtain hat blew up.
Only then did he realize that this little-known young man was actually the talented alchemist who had emerged in recent years!
For a moment, everyone was shocked and the whole house was in an uproar.
Later, Xiao Lingyu often said to her friends: My wife often thinks that she is like duckweed, as small as grass and grass, and not worth mentioning. I deeply disagree.
His partner is clearly Qingzhu.
Born out of rock, wind and snow cannot destroy it.
Intention: Constantly strive for self-improvement and be virtuous.
