I Became My Own White Moonlight

The world-weary and sinister person is always ready to fight to the death x The sunny, cheerful and righteous genius suffers When the sect was destroyed when he was eighteen years old, Jiang Wudu embarked on the road of revenge. A hundred years later, Jiang Wudu's great revenge was avenged, and he no longer wanted to survive, so he jumped off the cliff and crossed over. Good news: He went back to when he was eighteen years old. Bad news: He was seriously injured and was picked up by his eighteen-year-old self. At the age of eighteen, his name was Xie Huiming. He had not yet experienced the night of his annihilation. He was a genius swordsman of the Yuxiao Sect and his future was limitless. It's just that I don't have a good brain, and I always talk about slaying demons and restoring righteousness. Picking him up to save his life, he chirped and asked: "Who are you, why are you so seriously injured, where are you going..." The disturbance makes Jiang Wudu extremely troublesome. He hugged his sword and couldn't remember how annoying he was when he was eighteen years old. He could only reply coldly: "Jiang Wudu, don't ask." Annoying Spirit knows nothing about it, but Jiang Wudu knows it clearly. After recovering from his serious injury, he covered his face and raised his sword, taking the lead to kill the enemy who tried to attack the Yuxiao Sect. After a hundred years of hard work, he was tempered into a sword that knew no pain. He moved forward with Xie Huiming following closely behind him. He was seriously injured again, and Xie Huiming gave him medicine. Jiang Wudu stopped him: "You don't have to follow." Xie Huiming answered the question inappropriately: "Does it hurt?" The young man took off his mask, stroked the traces of the weathered sword, and kissed the burn scars. Xie Huiming looked into his eyes and asked him softly: "You are so afraid of pain, how can you endure it?" Jiang Wudu saw pity and sadness in those young eyes. He shook his head and said he didn't remember. A hundred years passed by with the snap of a finger, and he couldn't remember anything. Warning: Shuixianwen, first year, a short story of more than 100,000 words Intention: Only self-salvation can lead to liberation