I picked up a dog skin plaster when I went out.
Still seems to be a fool.
Mo Huaian: "Sir, can I always stay by your side?"
Fang Jin: "Okay."
Dog training literature for catching beauties./
A hundred years ago, inspired by the cult leader, the people no longer lived in peace and stability, but sought the illusory god.
You can't become a demon, but you can't become a god either.
In an instant, the most irreversible thing in the world was transformed.
Rakshasa gate.
Once you surrender to the evil cult leader and become a Rakshasa, you will never be reincarnated forever. Your body can be damaged but your soul is immortal.
On the night when the Rakshasa Sect truly transformed, all the ghosts in the demon world congratulated each other, while the gods in the god world were helpless to see the unconventional evil created in heaven and earth.
"We can't help it," said an immortal. "It is the result of the resentment of the people. Priests cannot interfere in mortal affairs. Moreover, once the Rakshasa Sect is transformed, it will remain in the world forever. We..."
Nothing can be done.
No wonder the people would blame the gods in the heavens and hate the monsters in the demon world. At this moment, only mortals can help mortals.
Therefore, the four gate masters guarding the four sides joined forces to completely seal the Rakshasa Gate.
In that war that was comparable to the destruction of heaven and earth, all the people including the disciples survived, except for the four sect masters.
It is said that not only the four masters of the Rakshasa Sect were sealed together that year, but also the true disciples of the master of the South Sect, who became the gatekeepers.
First life
"You are just a mute, why are you so favored by the sect leader? Is it because of your face?!"
"If that's the case, then we really have nothing to say!"
"If you can't speak, you'll show off your temper and not go to school. Let the sect master teach you in person. Why do you have that?"
…
Mo Huaian looked at the people in front of him. They were nodding and saying hello to him just now, but why did they become like this in the blink of an eye.
The moon that night in Mo Huai'an felt unusually round and cold, and the noisy words in his ears suddenly became distant.
I don't know if his attitude was too indifferent, but the other disciples were a little embarrassed. One of the slightly stronger disciples suddenly rolled up his sleeves and waved at him.
Mo Huaian closed his eyes, but the pain did not come. He only waited for a faint fragrance of tea and a slender figure.
Second life
"How many flowers can you buy and you can be called an infatuated husband? Hehe, I don't think so." The old man touched his beard, turned his head in another direction, and put his index finger on his chest to sign, "I think back when General Lou Zhao came in the snow on New Year's Eve with a victory report, bright clothes and angry horses. The first thing he did was to go to the capital to look for the Chang'an flower."
…
Third life
"Do you have a name?" Fang Jin asked, not expecting him to be able to name it.
"Mo Huaian." The young man said.
When the Rakshasa gate opens, the experiences of a hundred years ago will come back with a vengeance.
What to do.
No one knew that after the four sect masters sealed the Rakshasa Sect, there were no corpses left. Everyone just thought that they had perished along with the Rakshasa Sect.
"Maybe someone knows." No matter what he said, the master of the East Sect always looked polite and unsullied. He said, "Gatekeeper."
All emotional lines will not be abused (an honest author said this)
Intention: It is difficult for those who work alone to get up, but it is easy for those who work together to follow
