Two days later.

The most remote backyard of the Lin family.

A dilapidated hut.

"The owner of this body is really a lover, that Lin Yue has treated you like this, and he even willingly sacrificed his martial soul, he really deserves it, but it's also cheap for me to get a good body!"

Ning Que sat naked in the bucket and muttered to himself: "In return, I will help you get back your deep hatred!"

The eyes are sly, and the corners of the mouth are playful.

He is Ning Que, to be precise, he is no longer the previous Ning Que.

is a super powerhouse who is supreme in the gods, he is invincible at the peak and has no opponents in one round, and he is as lonely as snow as the years go by.

He is full of fairies, and there is no trace of physiological impulse.

He felt bored, lonely, and there was no point in living.

So he arrogantly broke into the forbidden land of the gods, "Immortal Forbidden", trying to find excitement.

Luckily, he really found the thrill.

In the "fairyland", he saw the mighty and powerful man who looked like a god, and saw the suffocating goddess who bathed in the beautiful scene.

In an instant, the shackles of martial arts began to loosen, and the declining physiological impulse rose high again.

So he found his purpose in life, and he had a goal to strive for.

But before he could shout, he was killed by a multicolored divine light.

I thought I would die, but I didn't expect to be reborn.

Gurgle, grunt.

Footsteps were heard.

Ning Que followed the prestige, his face was wonderful, and his eyes were bulging.

Even if you've met a few times, it still takes time to calm down the horror.

Lin Xue walked over, poured the herbs in the bamboo basket into the wooden barrel and stirred well, quickly rolled up the sleeves on her forearms, revealing her snow-white wrists, and began to treat Ning Que's wounds.

"Ning Que, your injuries are recovering quickly, and you should be able to go to the ground in two days. ”

"Ning Que, the patriarch just informed me, I will be your wife in the future, although I am ugly, but I will take good care of you, do your laundry and cook for you!"

"I know that you are very unwilling, from a genius to a fool, it is difficult to accept. When I was born, my mother died in childbirth, and my father disliked me for being ugly and didn't want me, this is fate, we have to admit it!"

"Ning Que, do you know, you used to be my male god, so dazzling, I was fascinated, I remember you still smiled at me, but I didn't expect to be your wife now!"

Lin Xue seemed a little shy, and said in a voice like a mosquito.

It also seems that he hasn't spoken to anyone else in a long time, and he keeps muttering to himself.

Ning Que also listened quietly, his eyes became softer and softer, and she was also a poor girl, which made him feel a little distressed inexplicably.

After the wound was cleaned, Lin Xue whispered softly like a newlywed little wife: "You move lightly when dressing, otherwise it will be easy to break open the wound." ”

Ning Que didn't respond, closed his eyes and began to think about the current situation.

After a while, he opened his eyes and fully accepted the rebirth as a "fool".

A man must live a commanding life, how can he be a "fool" and be bullied.

And he is becoming more and more interested in the "Immortal Forbidden", he was a super master in his previous life, but in the face of the "Immortal Forbidden", he has a sense of insignificance against heaven and earth.

He defines himself as a frog at the bottom of a well.

Since he was reborn in a lifetime, he must figure out the "immortal forbidden" no matter what, and find ways and methods to break through the shackles of martial arts.

His mind turned back, and what he needed most at the moment was strength.

Great strength!

The four martial souls of this body were all plundered, and the body was left with an empty shelf, and he lost his qualification to cultivate.

But fortunately, the martial soul can be inherited in addition to plundering.

His own martial soul is the top level of the imperial product destruction martial soul, and it has been perfectly integrated with the soul intelligence, and will not dissipate with the decay and rout of the body.

So.

The most important thing to do at the moment is to inherit the Destruction Spirit.

"Ning Que is here to eat!"

Lin Xue came over and said and dressed Ning Que.

Ning Que was embarrassed and at the mercy of the whole process.

The tableware is simple, the meals are simple, there is only a star of minced meat, Lin Xuejia gave Ning Que: "Hurry up and eat, I will wash a few more clothes in the afternoon, make money, buy more meat for you to replenish, so that your health will be better soon." ”

In his previous life, as a top powerhouse, he had never eaten any delicacies from the mountains and seas, and what stunning women had not played!

But in the face of the starry minced meat in the bowl and Lin Xue's scary face and emaciated body, her heart was full of warmth and emotion.

This emotion has never been felt before.

The good-looking skins are the same, and the kind souls are one in a thousand.

Ning Que understood this sentence.

After eating, Lin Xue went out with a basin.

The small courtyard is remote, and you don't have to worry about someone coming.

Ning Que was cross-legged in the small courtyard and began to think about how to inherit the Destruction Martial Soul, even if he was a super strong person in his previous life, he didn't dare to be careless about the inheritance of the Martial Soul.

Secondly, the Destruction Martial Soul belongs to the top level of the Imperial Product, and it is the existence on the pyramid of the Three Thousand Martial Soul Dao, and only a few martial souls such as time and space can be comparable to it.

Its power and value are self-evident, if it spreads, Ning Que is estimated to be even worse than the original owner of his body.

The martial soul lives above the dantian, and the two are closely related, but the effects are diametrically opposed.

The dantian swells to store true qi, similar to a warehouse, and its function is relatively simple.

The martial soul is the medium that absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, and it is also the barrel of the cannon that compresses and releases martial arts.

It is also the result of the transformation and evolution of the soul sea of the martial arts realm.

In other words, at present, although Ning Que has true qi in the dantian, he has no martial soul, and he cannot mobilize the true qi from the dantian, which is a bit similar to the sword that can't get out of the sheath.

His eyes flickered, Ning Que thought quietly, and then entered the state of inward vision, and couldn't help nodding, the meridians, bones, qi and blood of this body are all boiling well.

Far ahead of his peers.

It's a good billet.

Coupled with the four martial spirits, they are indeed considered geniuses, no wonder they are remembered.

After a while, Ye Xiao determined the plan, from the inside to the outside, from shallow to deep, interlocking, step by step, not in a hurry.

Anyway, as long as the Destruction Martial Spirit is inherited, his cultivation can automatically return to the original cultivation of this body, no, it is stronger.

is still proud of its peers.

At this time, the sun was setting, the remnant sun was like blood, the cold wind was blowing, Lin Xue carried the wooden barrel and came back with a body of wind and dust.

Her hands were cracked from the cold or from the laundry. Her weak body trembled a little, and there was a thick exhaustion between her eyebrows, but a pair of eyes saw Ning Que shining.

"Ning Que, I washed a lot of clothes today and earned a lot of silver, you see, I bought you a beast leg, it will be stewed for a while, and your injuries will recover quickly!"

"By the way, your clothes are all torn, wait until I save up money to help you buy a new outfit. ”

"Hey, today I saw the son of Wang Yuanwai's family, and they all said that they were beautiful men, but I don't think you look as good!. ”

Lin Xue jumped up and down to Ning Que's side, pointed to the things in the bucket and said with a smile.

Ning Que was expressionless, it was better for him to be a fool at the moment.

Lin Xue is a talker, her mouth is chattering non-stop when she is cooking, and the way she dances with her hands, Ning Que even doubts that she will cut her hands.

The meals are still simple and the taste is average.

Ning Que ate very seriously.