After the Protagonist's Luck Was Taken Away, He Was [Reborn]

Fellow practitioner Xian Shuang's article "Villains Don't Want to Be Good" has been published and is being serialized in a sexy way. You can see it by clicking on the column ~ Copywriting of this article Mo Xun is the former protagonist whose luck was taken away by the time traveler. Before the arrival of the time traveler. He is the living young master of the largest sect in the world of immortality. He has a happy family and is loved by his adoptive parents. He will be admitted to the Huami Fairyland, the first sect in the world of immortality, successfully recognize his ancestors and return to the sect, take over his adoptive parents and be filial, and eventually become a generation of genius that everyone in the world of immortality is eyeing. After the time traveler arrived, he became a lone star of evil overnight. His biological father regarded him as an outsider, his elder brother who was supposed to be his childhood sweetheart felt that he had robbed everything of the fake young master, and his adoptive parents also regretted that they should not have raised such a bad boy. The time traveler relied on his unparalleled luck to become the beloved junior disciple of Huami Wonderland. In order to cure the master's illness, he volunteered his exquisite heart with seven orifices. With the grace of saving his life and getting along day and night, the two sides gradually developed true feelings. Even if his identity is exposed, the head of Huami Fairyland will only recognize him and not his own son. In the end, he was forced into the secret realm and died, while the time traveler sat alone on the high platform and became the new leader of the Immortal Sect. On the verge of death, Mo Xun desperately held on to the sword inserted in the center of the secret realm. The blood flowed down the palm and fit into the sword pattern. A tired and lazy voice sounded in my ears: "What is your wish?" "Revenge," he said, "I want them to pay the price." . When he opened his eyes again, Mo Xun returned to two hundred years ago. . On the day when Gu Suizi emerged and ascended, he was betrayed by his best friend and slept with hatred for a thousand years. I had already given up all my thoughts, just waiting for this residual soul to dissipate between heaven and earth. Who knows that one day, the young man will break into his tomb with blood and hatred, drip the blood into his sword inscription, and wake him up from his deep sleep. "Are you...?" Gu Sui, who was trapped in the sword and was going crazy, just wanted to tease people to death to relieve his boredom, said in a low voice: "I am..." Your father. Before he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and saw the eyebrows of the person in front of him. The beauty with black hair and snow-skinned body stood solemnly holding a sword, her whole body was as elegant as a lake in late spring and early spring, cold and steep. "... Your destined husband." Two Flowers. Jpg Small theater Gu Suizhi: "Wife, I will help you make a fortune." Mo Xun: "?" Gu Suizhi: "Let's go, I'll take you to dig my grave." Gu Suizhi (pointing to his own grave) proud. Jpg: "Tell me, do you want to call me daddy to inherit my inheritance, or do you want to call me husband to take away all the betrothal gifts?" Mo Xun: "You are all dead." Gu Suizhi: "Ang?" Mo Xun: "I can rob it by force." Gu Suizhi (crying cat head): Where was the upright and kind-hearted wife I used to be? Don't be a bad example of me! . The prosperous age of beauty, self-improvement, darkening, coldness, and being attacked by an old gangster who only stood straight for three seconds ◆◇◆◇ ◆The characters on the character card are from the teenage years, but most of the characters in the text are from adults. I am a fairy writer, so I have many personal characters. ◇The widowed king changed careers and fell in love, and was resurrected in the later stage of attack. In the early stage, he could only squat in the sword and watch his wife fight monsters. HE, attack was the biggest cheat. ◆Contains a huge amount of bloody plot, please do not scrutinize the logic. ◇Updated at 11 o'clock every night, and a leave request will be posted if something happens. ◆Thank you for supporting qwq ◇Thank you for supporting the genuine qwq ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆ The villain does not want to be a good person - click on the column to see qwq //Lingqing is the villain in the novel about cultivating immortals. The protagonist is a heartthrob who came from the book and won the love of countless bosses by lying flat on his back, and also attracted countless bloody storms. Lingqing's parents kindly took in the protagonist's family who were being hunted by the enemy. The enemy arrived in the middle of the night, and his parents died tragically. However, the protagonist survived safely due to good luck, and was picked up by the belated elders of the sect. From then on, under the careful care of his master's elders, the protagonist gradually became a genius. Lingqing, who lost his parents at the age of eight, managed to survive through deception and deception, and was finally picked up by a passing demon. The peerless genius who was supposed to amaze the world of immortality became a test subject for the devil's medicine, and his life was worse than death. From then on, the darkness became uncontrollable and he embarked on the path of going against the protagonist. In the end it ended tragically. Lingqing was deprived of her cultivation by the protagonist, and her cultivation was absorbed by other demon cultivators. She died without a complete body. System: "Ding dong - Congratulations to the host for binding to the system to save the darkened villain. After identification, the host belongs to the beautiful and powerful darkened villain. As long as the host stops seeking death and joins the ranks of the group's favorite protagonist, it can avoid a tragic death." Lingqing held the book transformed from her own life and smiled leisurely: "Three times." System: "?" "I actually failed three times." Lingqing smiled, "But this time, I won't miss it again." ……Death? Who cares? - At the Wan Zong Conference, the protagonist had good luck and made it to the finals. According to the script, he will be accepted as the only disciple by the number one person in the world of immortality, and he will be loved by thousands of people. However, what no one expected was that the protagonist was killed by an unknown soldier. Just as he was holding his wound and feeling extremely aggrieved, the Immortal Lord sitting on the high seat stretched out his hand. "I want him." Lingqing slowly drew out his sword, the smile on his lips deepened, and he was about to issue a challenge and remove the protagonist's biggest backer, but he raised his eyes. That Immortal Lord refers to him. Small theater During a ceremony, Lingqing tied Yi Wushu's hair, leaned on his shoulder affectionately, and asked him, "What kind of bun does Master like?" The hands that brushed through the sea of blood supported his shoulders, and the fingertips were against the warm and beating blood vessels in his neck. He looked at the noble and god-like immortal in the mirror with a smile. His system was scared crazy: "Susususu host, this is the No. 1 Immortal Lord!!!" Lingqing answered very gently, with crooked eyebrows: "I just like to squeeze hard persimmons." …… Beautiful, strong and tragic heartthrob/blackened crazy critic/devil sufferer x The Flower of the High Mountain/The Incarnation of Heaven/Master Attack Demining area ●The essence is that the protagonist has his luck taken away and then gets it back. ○The two books on cultivating immortals in this column are not from the same world. The Heavenly Attack here is not the one next door that breaks defenses every day. ●The flowers of the high mountains are under the altar, and the young lovers are tugging at each other. ○The widowed king falls in love. ●I stream Xiuxianwen, and the settings are from Baidu. Some of them are privately designed and cannot withstand scrutiny. ○Shuangwen, for the sake of being happy. Mission: Continuous struggle, destiny must be in one's own hands