Thousands of people despise the useless human race and are attacked by the hypocritical fairies who are obsessed with it
His father ordered Jing Fengyou to be sent to Tianfeng Sect, one of the four immortal sects in the world of cultivation. He originally wanted him to succeed in his studies there.
Unexpectedly, Jing Fengyou is a waste without spiritual roots.
Insults, beatings, scoldings, and cold looks filled Jing Fenyou's life, and finally he died.
He died in the beast food mountain with fear and confusion, and his body was eaten by wild beasts and infested with maggots.
Looking back on this short and frustrating life, Jing Fengyou was dissatisfied!
Why! Why! Why do I have to be so miserable! ! !
It was as if God knew his unwillingness and he was resurrected!
Just turned into a mosquito, a mosquito that feeds on blood.
Jing Fengyou, who was angry just now, was dumbfounded: "Buzz buzz... Buzz buzz..."
Mosquitoes? Ah——
Mosquito... Mosquito...
No, no, no... I'm not vegetarian after all...
. . . . . .
Demons are something excluded from the three races of humans, demons and immortals.
For hundreds of years, his status was not even that of a domestic pig, and he was exploited and bullied by three tribes.
Jing Fengyou never thought about having any contact with them, but it seemed that there was an arrangement somewhere, and his fate was destined to be ups and downs because of the devil.
. . . . . . .
"Jing Fengyou, come back, I will take you back to Tianfengmen! You will get hurt if you get involved too much with the devil."
Hearing Huo Canggao's prayer below, Jing Fengyou only felt funny.
This man was once the only light in his dark life. Although he was cold, he really gave him hope in life.
But now he doesn't need it, he is no longer the loser who can be bullied by others, and he doesn't need to beg for mercy from anyone.
"Senior brother, please go back, I will protect myself." Jing Fengyou coldly rejected Huo Cang's confession.
But Huo Canggao grabbed Jing Fengyou's sleeve and said, "... Then I'll go with you."
Looking at Huo Canggao's sad eyes, Jing Fengyou's heart was moved, but in the next second he decisively pulled back his sleeves:
"Tianfeng Sect needs you. You don't understand demons. It's just a waste of time to forcefully join."
Huo Canggao's expression froze: "Jing Fengyou..."
If you are born as an ant, why bother looking at the sun?
Since you are an ant, why not live like that!
(Conception is a sentence I particularly like, from "Guan Ce")
Purpose: If you are born like an ant, you should have the ambition to be a swan; if you are named as thin as paper, you should have an unyielding heart.