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It was night, and the rain was pouring down, and the damp rain mixed with the muggy heat of summer made many people in bed frown and toss, and it was difficult to sleep.

"Hmph, don't you still expect this cripple to give you another night to think about it, if I am impatient to wait, then you want to serve me too late..."

In the corner of the bluestone city of Nuoda, as the wooden door of the firewood room was heavily lifted, a violent cough mixed with the woman's sobs came out of the firewood room intermittently, and then drowned under the thick rain curtain.

At this time, Demon Zangfeng only felt that his head was stepped on by an elephant, and there was a chaotic murmur in his ears.

Feeling the dampness on his face from time to time, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and in the blur, a familiar figure seemed to be holding himself, which felt a little strange and a little familiar.

This is where I... I don't want to pass it on.

Without waiting for Demon Zangfeng's expression to change greatly, the four sharp edges exploded in his mind, and the originally clear vision was black again.

"Fuck you---" Before he could finish speaking, a blank scroll floating in his mind flew out with four small swords again, shattering the consciousness that had been condensed so hard.

The familiar darkness descended again, but the vague figure that had held him earlier pulled a fragment of memory in the darkness.

...

In the hospital bed, a pale girl tried her best to raise her hand to comfort her crying brother by the bedside.

However, no matter how much he struggled, that hand was always a little short of the young man's face.

The girl looked at her brother with an incomprehensible smile on her face.

The hand in mid-air fell weakly, and it was a crying ward, but at some point, only the piercing sound of the machine "dripping" remained......

The storm that had raged all night quietly stopped, and a soft morning glow rose from the dark sky, neutralizing the sultry heat, with a faint coolness, and sprinkled into the face of the young man who was as pale as snow in the firewood room.

Demon Zangfeng's eyelids moved slightly, and then slowly opened.

The eye is filled with wooden beams in the firewood room, and a few drops of rain slide quietly along the uneven corners.

After a long while, his dull eyes gradually came back to his senses, and he felt that the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and Demon Zangfeng subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but found that his body was unusually heavy.

Where is this?

Before I had time to remember, a huge panic poured into my mind like the sea.

Demon Zangfeng's already pale face was almost golden, and he skillfully gritted his teeth, bursting his nerves, and even his unconscious whole body trembled faintly, as if this would alleviate the pain that would come later.

He looked very innocent and funny, like a child preparing for an injection.

However, after being afraid for a long time, the imaginary pain did not come for a long time, but a cool and unfamiliar memory slowly flowed into my mind.

Jianyuan Continent, Lin family, child daughter-in-law?... I crossed over!

Digesting the memory in a daze, and coming back to his senses, Demon Zangfeng's first reaction was not to be glad that he was not dead, but to be glad that the pain in his mind, which was more terrifying than Ling Chi, finally stopped moving.

Demon Zangfeng was originally an orphan who scavenged waste, although he was inevitably ridiculed and disliked by the people around him when he went to college, but he lived comfortably alone.

Until a Saturday and Sunday, he was walking by the river, and he happened to meet a turtle carrying a simple wooden box.

Slowed down a little, and didn't have much feeling because of the crossing, Demon Zangfeng digested the memory while looking at the situation around him, and his immature little face looked unusually calm.

For him, who has no worries and is just alive, passing through this incredible new thing is just a change of living environment.

It's a bit troublesome to sort out the messy memories, and as more and more memories are digested, the words "Sister Yuechan" and "Child Daughter-in-law" that appear frequently make Demon Zangfeng's expression more and more strange, and it also makes his current expression more like a teenager.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he smelled a hint of fragrance, as if it came from memory.

It tasted a little sweet, a little warm, and shiny.

He wasn't sure if he had smelled this strange and familiar smell before, and with a hint of unexplained urgency, Demon Zangfeng subconsciously looked at the side of the bed, his pupils shrunk.

In the small firewood room, a white shadow lay quietly beside the bed, full of green silk lined with mutton fat and jade skin, shining with a charming halo in the sun.

Demon Zangfeng squinted suddenly, he couldn't see the girl's face clearly, probably the window was facing the girl, and the originally soft sunlight became dazzling.

He raised his hand with great difficulty, rubbing his eyes that were pierced by the sun, because his body was still heavy, and his hand rubbing his eyes kept shaking.

Demon Zangfeng's movements were not big, but his slightly trembling body touched the girl's arm at once.

Lin Yuechan woke up deeply, she had been guarding the boy in bed since last night, and she couldn't help but feel dizzy and fell asleep until a few hours ago.

There seemed to be a voice just now, and she rubbed her reddened eyes and gradually got up.

Sound?

The slender little hand suddenly froze in the air, and hurriedly turned his head, only to see the young man on the bed staring at him blankly.

"Xiao Feng", Lin Yuechan's eyes were instantly moist, she got up suddenly, but her legs were numb due to long-term pressure, and when she stood halfway, the whole person lost her balance.

With a "bang", Lin Yuechan wiped the corner of the bed and fell heavily on the side of Demon Zangfeng.

The two extremely short lines of sight met, listening to the familiar name, Demon Hidden Feng's heart twitched violently, and the two faces from different memories perfectly coincided.

"Xiao Feng, you finally woke up", ignoring the severe pain in her shoulder, Lin Yuechan, who was crying with joy, propped herself up and hurriedly helped up Demon Zangfeng, making him feel more comfortable on his own.

Lying wordlessly in the girl's arms, the demon Zangfeng was really stunned at this moment, smelling the faint warmth coming from her, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

However, this scene fell in Lin Yuechan's eyes, and the dejected Demon Zangfeng was more like a disheartened and self-defeating man.

She bit her pale lip, as if she had been pricked by a needle in her heart, if it weren't for herself, Xiao Feng would not have argued with someone in front of the clan competition, so she was insulted by Lin Xiao and seriously injured.

You must know that this clan competition, Xiao Feng has been preparing for many years, hoping to get the exam quota for side disciples to enter the "Qingcheng Sword Academy".

But now don't talk about cultivation, even the body... Thinking of this, Lin Yuechan suddenly sobbed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...", hugging the demon Zangfeng tightly, Lin Yuechan cried very sadly and blamed herself.

The girl's sobs woke up the demon hidden feng, feeling the trembling delicate body and sad cry, and his heart, which had never even fluctuated through it, suddenly panicked.

"Sister Yuechan, don't cry", a weak voice sounded, it may be that there is too much attachment to Lin Yuechan left in this body, and the demon Zangfeng almost blurted it out, without a little jerky.

Lin Yuechan, who was in a deep self-blame, heard that Demon Zangfeng, who had been silent, finally spoke, and she felt a little at ease, but Demon Zangfeng's weak tone and comfort made her heart like a knife, and she cried even more sadly.

Seeing this, Demon Zangfeng thought that he had said something wrong, and he was at a loss for a while, not knowing how to speak.

In his memory, except for his vague sister, he has hardly ever been in contact with anyone, let alone girls, or even his own child daughter-in-law.

What's more, in the memories absorbed, Lin Yuechan is more like a big sister, pulling him up with a smile and hard work, without complaint.

"I, I want to drink water", the short silence didn't last long, I really couldn't bear the girl to continue crying, Demon Zangfeng had to bite the bullet and say nonsense, but he didn't want to hit it crookedly, and it really made Lin Yuechan stop crying.

"I, I'm going to burn, Xiao Feng, you lie down and rest first", Lin Yuechan wiped the corners of her eyes, carefully put down the demon Zangfeng, and made sure that the futon was tightly covered, so she stepped on the steps that became unnatural because of the fall, and walked out of the firewood room quickly.

Demon Zangfeng breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the dilapidated but neat firewood room, and reopened the memories left by this body.

There is no doubt that it is all about Lin Yuechan and what happened recently.

The eyes are slightly strange, in this life, he is also an orphan, he is also called Demon Zangfeng, but he has an extra child daughter-in-law.

"Myself" and Lin Yuechan are the outer disciples of the Lin family - Lin Tiexin, that is, the orphans picked up by Uncle Lin in my memory, maybe they were picked up on the same day, and the rising Uncle Lin directly set a marriage contract, making Lin Yuechan his child daughter-in-law.

However, when Lin Yuechan was still young and the demon Zangfeng had just been weaned, Uncle Lin was attacked and killed by a demon beast during a long trip.

After that, Aunt Mei, who had been looking at him and Lin Yuechan unpleasantly, intensified even more, not only letting the two of them do all the heavy work, but also driving them to the firewood room where the servants lived, and eating coarse cloth was not as good as miscellaneous labor.

If it weren't for the fact that Uncle Lin didn't hide the news of raising the two of them before his death, I'm afraid that Aunt Mei would sell them directly.

His expression was slightly condensed, and before Demon Zangfeng could flip through his recent memories, a pain mixed with laughter came from outside the door.

"Have you thought about it, there is still a month before the clan competition, and I don't want to waste too much time on you. ”

The moment he heard this voice, a thick resentment that almost wanted to kill brought a sudden pain in his lower abdomen, and suddenly churned out from the memory of Demon Zangfeng.

"Lin Xiao!" In Demon Zangfeng's mind, a young man dressed in green clothes and holding a green steel sword pinned to his waist suddenly appeared.

In his memory, it was he who happened to find the outstanding-looking Lin Yuechan in this servant's residence, relying on his personal swordsman as the Lin family's descendant, and the cultivation of the sixth stage of the swordsman, to forcibly seize her.

After many times of coercion and temptation failed, Lin Xiao not only set up a game to provoke "himself" to gamble with him, he was seriously injured and his limbs were almost crippled, but he also destroyed the foundation of the sword path that had been cultivated in the dantian for many years and had been condensed with great effort - the sword vortex.

However, the most vicious thing is that while Demon Zangfeng was seriously injured and couldn't speak, he actually took out the stolen underwear in front of a crowd and lied to Demon Zangfeng's child daughter-in-law Lin Yuechan, this woman who was innocent on the surface but was actually lowly because she couldn't stand poverty, and in order to please him, she used all kinds of obscene means to make him happy.

In the Sword Yuan Continent, this kind of stigma is worse than death.

Originally, the "Demon Hidden Front" was in despair because of the destruction of the sword vortex, and at this time, seeing Lin Xiao take out Lin Yuechan's underwear from his body, he was only fourteen years old, even if he never believed that Lin Yuechan would do such a thing, he couldn't stand the strange looks thrown by a lot of people, and his heart went against the flow, and he died of anger.

digested these memories in an instant, and endured the rising resentment in his heart, even if he was ridiculed and disliked in his previous life, he didn't care about it, and he couldn't help but be affected by the emotions in his memory, and frowned deeply.

"Once you figure it out, give me that marriage contract, I just need to say it to your adoptive mother, you don't have to suffer here in the future, serve me well, gold, silver, jewelry, mountains and seas are indispensable to you", the voice outside the door then sounded.

Listening to Lin Xiao's words, although Demon Zangfeng repeatedly warned himself to be calm, he still subconsciously clenched his palms.

"I've never cared about gold and silver," the girl's tone was calm.

"Hmph, don't be obsessed, even if he doesn't die, he will only wake up as a cripple, he only condensed the sword vortex at the age of thirteen, and he didn't even touch the threshold of a swordsman at the age of fourteen, this kind of lowly qualification, and he still wants to obtain the qualification to assess the 'Qingcheng Sword Academy'?"

"I'm waking him up early, saving him from daydreaming, wasting a lot of time and that meager amount of silver on cultivation," the voice outside the door sneered.

"Even if he is disabled for life, I will follow him and take care of him", the girl's voice did not hesitate, calm and decisive.

Hearing this, Demon Zangfeng's tightly held hands quietly loosened, and a trace of emotion rose in his heart.

If Lin Yuechan chooses to follow Lin Xiao, whether it is the original him or the current him, he will probably not be obstructed.

However, listening to Lin Yuechan's statement with his own ears, Demon Zangfeng not only breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, but also felt a trace of strange emotions in his heart.

"You, don't you know that I have a second-grade sword vein, the cultivation of the sixth stage of the swordsman, it is easy to break through the swordsman twenty years ago, and you can also see the entire Lin family's lineage, I don't know how many women want to climb me", Lin Xiao's somewhat angry voice suddenly sharpened.

"What do you have to do with me", Lin Yuechan's voice was still so calm and crisp.

"Hmph, you slut can see who you're talking to, I can cripple that bastard, and I can make you inferior to a dog, don't follow me obediently, don't blame me for using some dishonorable means when the time comes", Lin Xiao's voice suddenly said coldly.

Listening to Lin Xiao's words outside the door, Demon Zang Feng was expressionless, but his hands were tightly clasped on the bed board.

The word "mongrel" is particularly harsh, he was an orphan in his past and present lives, but what he couldn't stand the most was that his child daughter-in-law was threatened, but he could only lie in bed.

"Hey, I'm done enjoying it, and there are a bunch of attendants, they're done enjoying it, Huancai Pavilion is still short of people, you say, if he knew that his child daughter-in-law was picking up guests in Huancai Pavilion, what would his expression be", Lin Xiao's laughter came from outside the door, vicious and harsh.

"You, don't force me, I won't let you get my wish even if I die", although Lin Yuechan's voice was forced to calm down, but one of the tremors couldn't be covered, she was only a sixteen-year-old girl after all.

"Hey, what's wrong with forcing you, you're resisting to show me"

"You, you let go"

"Why, I can't bite me if I don't let you go. ”

As an exclamation sounded outside the door, Lin Xiao's laughing voice was extremely unpleasant in the small firewood room.

"Click!"

With a strange beating of his heart, the blue tendons on the forehead of the demon Zangfeng burst out, and he forced himself to support the body that was in pain into the bone marrow, his eyes flashed with a strange evil aura like an illusion, and a pair of bloody fingers actually sank deep into the wooden bed board of the hard iron shirt.