Chapter 50: Mo Qin Fanwai

My name is Mochin, and I have had no parents for as long as I can remember, and I have always relied on begging for a living.

Because of my weak stature, the other little beggars on this street bullied me, and I often went hungry.

But as I grew up and grew stronger, I never went hungry again.

Then one day, I heard that the Heavenly Sword Sect was recruiting new disciples.

Heavenly Sword Sect, that's the place I've always dreamed of.

I packed my bags and headed towards the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The first time I saw her was in the main hall of Heavenly Sword Peak, and she asked me if I would like to be her disciple.

I agreed.

She was very cold, and she never appeared in front of me again, except for a few exercises that she had just thrown at me.

I've been groping my way forward.

I thought that the Heavenly Sword Sect would be the beginning of my glory, but I didn't expect that this place would become the end of my life.

By chance, I got a legacy and became a demon cultivator.

There was still no emotion on her face, and her eyes were still pale like a pool of stagnant water.

Coldly and sensibly, she plunged the sword into my chest.

It's ironic that as a master and apprentice, our re-encounter was in such a situation.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I had been born again.

When he was a teenager on Okinawa Island, he had just passed the Heavenly Sword Sect's Immortal Ladder test.

I was standing in the hall.

Like in the previous life, she stood in front of me and asked, "Would you like to be my apprentice?" ”

It's still the same face, that voice, that person, that sentence, but I feel that something is different.

Now I don't know if when I said "I do" in the first place, it was because Lingyi Peak was sparsely populated and it was convenient for me to move, or because of her.

If I had to re-elect, it would be because of her.

She is not the same as in her previous life.

It was winter, I didn't have thick clothes, and she forgot about it, which was all expected by me.

I had a fever, and the images of my previous life kept coming back before my eyes, passing by quickly, and I was trapped in a nightmare from which I could not extricate myself.

Half-asleep and half-awake, I felt the chill on my forehead, and finally struggled out of the nightmare.

It was dawn, and everything last night seemed like a dream.

But the ring on the table told me that it wasn't a dream, it was real.

I thought that the intersection of the two was limited to this, but I didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

She will shush me and ask for warmth, but she will always think of me in her heart, she will support me unconditionally and protect me, and she will unconditionally indulge me when I am cute and obedient.

All of this tells me that she is not the same as in her last life.

I thought, I can be born again, why can't she be taken away?

At first I thought it was taken away, but then I realized it wasn't.

But whether it is or not, I have gradually become obsessed with him because of so much attention.

She gradually became the sunshine of my life, and the warmth illuminated my dark and damp life.

I don't know when it started, I want to monopolize her warmth and care, and I want to monopolize her gaze and attention.

I'm getting greedy.

I want more and more.

Maybe the insatiable person can't be perfect, and I ended up losing her.

Looking at her dying, she asked me if I would like to give her that thing, and I was willing.

I don't know what 'that thing' is or what the consequences will be if I say yes, but I'd rather she be alive and under the same sky as me than let me lose her forever.

It's my extravagant hope.

My Qingqing, you go slowly, wait for me, wait for me to come to you.

In the next life, we won't be masters and apprentices, okay?

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In the next life, I really didn't do a master and apprentice, but became a good friend.

The second world is over, and the "third book" begins, Rush Duck!

Originally, I only wanted to update two thousand, but after thinking about it, let's finish writing this world tonight!

I don't know how many readers I have, can the cuties squeak in there?