They All Regretted It After They Sacrificed Their Lives to the Sword.

When he dug out the spiritual root from his chest with his own hands, Min Yi thought: It turned out that he had to pay back the six years he thought he had been redeemed. * Min Yi was born in a pool of blood, possibly as a punishment from God for killing his biological mother. Half of his face was covered with red birthmarks, and he was riddled with disease. His biological father hated him for killing his beloved wife, and his family hated him for being ugly and mediocre. No matter how much he tries to please him, he never gets a trace of feedback. Instead, he was imprisoned in a small courtyard and was not allowed to appear in front of others. Min Yi spent ten years living with dust and snakes and insects. But there are always children of the same generation dressed in colorful clothes who run outside the fence, trick him into coming out, and throw stones at him while singing—— ——Ugly, sick, annoying, and yet no one loves him. They liked to see Min Yi's red eyes and trembling look, but fortunately, Min Yi could still hide in the hut. The place was dirty and messy, with cockroaches and rats running rampant, and no one wanted to go near it. But suddenly a man who was cold as the moon and looked like an immortal came to him and brushed away the dirty hair that covered his face with his spotless fingers. "Child, are you willing to go to Wuwenmen with me?" * Wuwen Sect, the number one sword sect in the world, is a holy place that cannot be tarnished in the hearts of all sword cultivators. Feng Shengxue, the best swordsman in the world, the master who has the most beautiful scenery in the hearts of all swordsmen. Min Yi became the most favored junior disciple in Wuwen Sect and Feng Shengxue's only disciple. The senior sisters doted on him and treated him with kindness and kindness; The senior brothers will protect him, and he will definitely attack when the junior brother is in trouble; The master took pity on him and kept him by his side to teach him personally. Min Yi spent six wonderful years that he could not even imagine in his dreams, until his sixteenth birthday arrived. Min Yi was kneeling in a pool of blood. The magic powder in the water that made him lose all his power was cast by his senior sister. The demon-locking nails on his shoulders that immobilized him were cast by his senior brother. The one pointing the sword at him was his master, whom he silently fell in love with. Min Yi looked at Feng Xuesheng's face as cold as the bright moon reflected in the pool of blood, grabbed the corner of his white clothes and asked: Master, don't you have any mercy towards me? Feng Xuesheng opened his hand and raised his sword to stab Min Yi down the spine. If the most sinister monster could not take bones to make swords, it would not have any value in living in the world. How could it have the courage to express its feelings to him? But when Min Yi dug out the spiritual roots with his own hands and stumbled down into the abyss, Feng Xuesheng's love hole, which had been sealed by ruthless swordsmanship for many years, suddenly felt a sharp pain. …… He Wuju, the demon king of the three realms, is said to have a violent temper and slaughter countless people. Even the spiritual beast Chilang was fed with the hearts of beautiful women. During the five hundred years since He Wugu practiced in seclusion, his notoriety could still stop children from crying. That day, Chilang suddenly brought back a bloody man. 1. The copywriting needs to be supplemented, the main line is all hzc 2. Min Yi is Gong, and he will become healthier and more beautiful in the future. Cover artist: [Memories of Nostalgia]-Nicholas Ergou Intention: Love must be magnanimous