"Look at the way you are now, embarrassed, ugly, lowly, and still delusional in pursuing the master? Heh, you deserve it too? ”

"The shame of the Silent Firmament, the shame of the Cultivation Realm, the shame of the Haoyue!"

"Criminal, Mu Shuning, do you know your mistake?"

"Betraying the master, colluding with the demons, the sin is unforgivable, the way of heaven is above, from today onwards, when I am young, I have nothing to do with this rebel."

"Lone today respects you as a national teacher, because in the past you worked hard for the affairs of the Great Yin State, and if you drink this cup of poisonous wine, Lone will protect you with a whole corpse."

These words, ruthless and harsh, accompanied by distorted and blurred faces, like floating bubbles, floated up in Mu Shuning's mind and exploded again.

In an instant, a sharp stinging pain surged, Mu Shuning snorted, and the blue tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly. The pain of burning with poisonous wine in his stomach was still there, and his whole body seemed to be unloaded, and he still didn't listen to him because of the pain and soreness.

Mu Shuning's head was dizzy, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a pair of rough and dry hands, judging from the size of the skeleton, the owner of these hands was a teenager. His hands were covered with mud, and his fingernails were all black and dirty, and he resisted the retching in his heart, withdrew his gaze, and looked around carefully, and found that he was now cowering in a corner, and the two walls next to him were dark and dirty, and some vulgar insults could be faintly seen on them, and when his eyes turned down, the first thing he saw was the damp and moldy half-bed quilt.

The cotton wool in this half of the quilt was already black, and it still exuded a bad smell, and the other half, torn away by someone for some reason, was tattered in the corners, and those black cotton balls kept falling out.

Mu Shuning was keenly aware that this was not the place he would go. This body is very weak, looking at the size of a teenager, Mu Shuning's heart jumped, could it be that he borrowed the corpse to return his soul?

Mu Shuning rubbed his eyebrows, but his other hand was trembling with excitement. He had already drunk the wine that Baili Jin Yang gave him, and wiped it clean for the thirty years that he had advised the Great Yin Dynasty and worked hard, and he still remembered that the wine was hot, burning his esophagus all the way, and finally erupted in his stomach, and he didn't have time to look at what Baili Jin Yang's expression was, and he died in the curse of the whole world. And now, God has given him another life, a chance to start over.

Mu Shuning's eyes burst out with a warm and scorching light, he is not dead yet!

In the next moment, the light in Mu Shuning's eyes suddenly went out, and in its place, there was monstrous hatred and resentment, since I, Mu Shuning, did not die, then I will get back all the things that have been negative to me in the previous life!

Mu Shuning's eyes were dark and bright, he closed his eyes and wanted to take a little rest to replenish his physical strength, but he didn't expect that what quickly came into his mind was the memory of the original owner of this body.

The name of this body is Qin Yuxing.

Qin Yuxing's past is quite miserable. Qin Yuxing has no father and mother since he was a child, and he was wrapped in a small quilt and thrown by the river, with three words on his belly: Qin Yuxing. The poor child happened to be picked up by an old scavenger passing by, and the old man felt sorry for him for his good looks, and he wanted to keep him by his side for a while, and when he was too old to walk, he would have someone to support him.

Qin Yuxing called this old man's grandfather.

It's a pity that grandpa Fu is shallow, and he finally dragged Qin Yuxing to the age of five, suddenly fell ill and died.

Qin Yuxing became an orphan again. The five-year-old child is already sensible and can recognize people, and the neighbors feel sorry for this child, but no one dares to take it home to raise it, for fear that he will accidentally raise a white-eyed wolf.

Qin Yuxing is sensible early, he is not like other children who are coquettish and playful at every turn, he is not loved by anyone, and he doesn't know who to show if he is coquettish. With the help of neighbors, Qin Yuxing buried his grandfather and lived a life of begging along the street.

At first, those neighbors were still a little distressed, seeing that such a young child lived inhumanely, sometimes they would send him some food, under the long-term depression and pain, Qin Yuxing became wooden and sluggish, and the neighbor's grandmother brought him white-flour steamed buns, he ate them in a daze, he didn't know how to thank him, and the daughter-in-law who entered the door brought him clothes, he took them, and didn't say a word. For a long time, the neighbors knew that this child was not likable, and who would be willing to put a hot face on the cold butt.

In this way, he begged all the way and begged for ten years.

There is a small begging organization on this street, which is called an organization, but in fact it is a small group, and the people in it are called brothers, and each person is responsible for begging for a small area, but every day he needs to hand over 30% of the money and goods from begging to the leader of this small group. The leader is responsible for dividing the area where they beg every day, mutually beneficial, and each without impact.

Qin Yuxing has always been the target of robbery by this organization. His face was stiff, he didn't speak, and his movements were slow, and everyone thought he was a fool.

Those at the bottom of society cannot afford to bully those who are higher than them, but they can bully those who are weaker than them. Therefore, Qin Yuxing has become the bottom of the bottom.

The house left by his grandfather was forcibly requisitioned by this small group, and he was not allowed to go back, and every day most of the money he had begged for was robbed by them, and in the end he only left a copper plate for him to buy some food to keep for his life.

But anyone who has some integrity and some ambition should rise up to resist, even if one person can't win, he has to work hard to let those wicked people see his temperament.

But Qin Yuxing didn't, not once. He is as weak as a rotten persimmon that has fallen from a branch, and when he pokes it, not only will it not bounce back, but he will be poked out of a hole.

In the midst of long-term bullying and depression, Qin Yuxing was skinny, his eyes were blank, and he lived in a dark and damp corner, covered with a tattered half-quilt.

The corners and quilts are all his belongings.

In this filthy, foul-smelling corner, he was starved to death.

Almost at this moment, Mu Shuning came to take over this body.

From memory, it is known that at this time, it was the third year after his death.

Mu Shuning couldn't help but sigh, these eyes opened and closed, it was three years, Rao was his practice for a hundred years, and he couldn't help but sigh that time waits for no one.

Suddenly, without waiting for him to ease up, he heard a mocking laugh in his ears, this laughter was extremely arrogant, and Mu Shuning could almost directly imagine the incomparably unbeaten face of the voice owner in his mind.

"Yo, fool, what about staying here waiting for money to fall from the sky?"

Mu Shuning raised his head, his expression suddenly cold.

I saw a few people standing lazily together, blocking the light from coming in. All of them were dressed sloppily, their hair was messy, but the expressions on their faces were arrogant.

These are probably the people in the begging group who always oppress Qin Yuxing.

The leader is called Ah Mao, because his hair only has a row of hair in the middle of his head, and both sides are bare, and over time, everyone is called that.

Ah Mao had a blade of grass in his mouth, he took a step closer to Mu Shuning, and his tone was not polite at all: "Hey, fool, do you have money today?" ”

As soon as Ah Mao approached, Mu Shuning smelled a pungent and unpleasant smell, including the smell of food and sweat, as well as the extremely unpleasant smell of not taking a bath for a long time, Mu Shuning furrowed his brows and looked disgusted.

Seeing that Mu Shuning didn't react, Ah Mao thought that he was still the weak fool who let them bully, Ah Mao kicked his leg, his face was full of impatience: "Hey, what about the money." ”

Ah Mao's feet had an extremely sour smell, and Mu Shuning's temples jumped straight.

Mu Shuning raised his head suddenly, with a sharp light in his eyes, and confronted Ah Mao, and the gloom and coldness in it made Ah Mao involuntarily take a step back.

At this point, the superiority is immediately apparent.

Ah Mao himself showed his timidity, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart, complaining that he was bluffed by a stupid person who ran into a blind cat like a dead mouse, and the brothers behind him were still watching. His heart was full of anger, and in order to find a place in front of his brother, he ran over, his hands clenched into fists, and his face was mocking: "Who does a stupid beggar want to bluff with his eyes?" You don't weigh what kind of person you are, hurry up, while I'm not angry, uncle, hand over all your money. ”

When he said this, he forgot that he was a beggar himself.

Someone in the back chimed in: "Hand it over quickly, we may be able to leave you a little if we are in a good mood." ”

"Don't be ignorant! Hurry. ”

Mu Shuning raised one-sided eyebrows and took a cursory look at those people, with a slight contempt in his eyes.

Seeing that the expression in Mu Shuning's eyes was a little different from usual, Ah Mao only felt that something was out of his control. But it's come to this time, he can't retreat, retreat, that's cowardice, how can he swagger in front of his brothers in the future?

Ah Mao was furious, raised one foot and kicked at Mu Shuning's chest with an insult: "Talking to you, did you hear it?" ”

It's a pity that as soon as he finished speaking, before his foot hit the target, he was grabbed by an ankle with a hand.

The hand was thin and slender, and there was no flesh on the joints, and it was as dry as the bark of a tree. But that's it, the hand strength is very strong, like an iron hoop, Ah Mao couldn't stand steadily for a while, his body lost his balance, and he fell to the ground. What momentum, what kind of hardness, he fell and lost it.

His so-called "brothers" behind him laughed.

Mu Shuning still maintained a sitting posture, and when he saw Ah Mao falling, he let go of his hand and clapped his palms, feeling calm and relaxed.

Ah Mao didn't understand at this time, yesterday Qin Yuxing swallowed his anger and gave them all the money he begged for, why did he suddenly have this kind of ability today? He didn't understand, and he didn't want to think about it, listening to the harsh ridicule of the "brothers" behind him, he only felt that if he didn't save some face today, I was afraid that the future would be very difficult.

Mu Shuning stood up, but his thin body contained something different from the past.

Ah Mao attributed all the reasons for his loss of face today to Mu Shuning, so after he got up, his first reaction was to rush to Mu Shuning, and shouted in his mouth: "You are a fool, where did you come from so many coincidences?" ”