After thinking for a moment, Leng Xing looked at Angel with a solemn expression.

Holding her cheeks with both hands.

"There's something you may not know, and I've never told you."

While speaking, Leng Xing slowly took off his shirt, then turned around, and a crime word appeared in front of Angel.

Her little hand slowly reached for the word sin, stroking it gently, for fear that Leng Xing would feel pain.

Because of the precipitation of time, the word sin has formed a scar, and there are still some faint flames in the scars.

This is to prevent the wound from healing too quickly, so the black-clothed monks are still blessed with some spiritual power in the scar.

As a result, the scar will be good, but it will also fester, and over time, it will become what it is now.

After getting dressed, Leng Xing turned around and looked at Angel again.

"You see, this scar is also what makes me different from others."

"Everyone is actually different, but the gap between each other is more or less."

"Although Aunt Sun is in her sixties now, her voice is still the same as that of a little girl of sixteen or seventeen, which is also her difference."

"You are looking, the little girl of the second judge of the Wang family looks like a little boy."

Like this, Leng Xing said a lot to Angel, just to keep her from feeling like an outlier.

Under the picture, Angel, who saw this scene, couldn't help but feel a faint pain in her heart.

Her eyes gradually began to blush a little.

She remembers what happened at that time.

During that time, although she had been living on the mainland for three or four years.

The body shape is also similar to the girl next door, that's because when she became a machine spirit, it came out randomly, and she couldn't do it, and no one could master it.

It's similar to animal morphology.

However, her mind is similar to that of an ordinary child of three or four years old.

Children of three or four years old are extremely sensitive to other people's emotions.

She felt different from everyone else.

After Leng Xing lifted his deepest scar and showed it to her.

Angel felt that she was actually no different from everyone else.

But what she didn't know was that the word sin was the biggest pain in Leng Xing's heart.

After this day, every time Leng Xing carved a formation, or went up the mountain to hunt, he would take off his shirt.

Not because of anything else, but because of Angel, he wanted to tell Angel that she was not the only special, not the only one who was different from everyone else.

"Childe, why don't you put on your clothes, won't you catch a cold?"

"Haha, they're dressed, I like to take them off, isn't that different, right?"

"Everyone will have different ideas in their hearts, we can't force our own ideas into others, and naturally others can't let us live according to their ideas."

Just these few words made Angel's figure tremble.

From that day on, Leng Xing left with Angel.

He couldn't go to a place where there were monks, because among the monks, there were basically black-clothed monks, even if they weren't, they hated the people of the Fa Sect to the core.

They hate Leng Xing, and even if they can't kill him, they will reject him.

Therefore, Leng Xing had to take Angel with him and began to wander around.

He didn't care about the eyes of these people, so naturally he didn't feel anything.

Unlike before, this time Leng Xing didn't choose who to contact.

Instead, he took Angel with him, lived in some places casually, and then changed places.

They rarely enter the city or village, and there are really things that need to be exchanged before they pass.

In this way, they wandered around together for a long time.

During this period of time, the situation on the mainland became worse and worse.

This time it wasn't because of the Heavenly Demon Clan, but because of the monks on the continent.

"Childe, I heard from the old woman who sold the bread that the monks from the next village are gone, and they have gone to fight the remnants of the Formation Sect."

"I found out something."

"It seems that some kind of Heavenly Demon clan is ready to control the village next door, so the villages around here are ready to move, should we leave too."

Leng Xing didn't answer, but ate the cake one bite at a time.

Something seems to be going on in my head.

After he left, the descendants of the Formation Sect hoarded a lot of weapons in his way.

Therefore, the time has come to confront the monks head-on.

They slaughtered each other.

However, the opening in the sky was still hanging high in the air.

The Heavenly Demon Clan on the continent has now picked up the leak.

The monks and the descendants of the Formation Sect were fighting, and when they hit one place, the Heavenly Demon Clan followed them.

Either collect the weapons of some dead monks, or the formations carved by the descendants of the Formation Sect.

Either you can bring the nearby villages under your command.

"When they did this, they really wanted to completely destroy the Formation Law Sect. Ay. Leng Xing couldn't help but sigh.

Angel didn't understand what Leng Xing was talking about, she just sat next to him and quietly accompanied her.

The sound of the battle between the Formation Sect and the monks also reached Leng Xing's ears at this time.

"Chong, in order for our descendants not to bear the notoriety, who people have been killed."

"If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, rush, no one should back down."

"I'd rather die than be humiliated by these people, who have killed generations of us, it's too much."

Not only the village of the Formation Dharma Sect at that time, but now this kind of voice is everywhere on the mainland.

The people of the Formation Sect roared, picked up the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards one monk after another.

The monks, who at first looked like they were on the top, are now a little scared.

From the beginning of the Formation Sect to resist, it has been a month until now.

At first, they didn't feel anything, but it wasn't until the people of the Formation Sect rushed out of their village.

They felt that something was wrong, and then they were ready to slaughter them again, and some of them would be left behind, and they would be raised, just like before.

However, this time they underestimated the determination of the Formation Sect people.

A member of the Formation Sect stepped forward, holding a glowing dagger, and instantly stabbed a monk in the chest.

The monk's face was shocked, followed by a look of disbelief, he felt that the spiritual power in his body could not be gathered, and he could not repair his body.

Can't even move.

It's not even possible to self-detonate.

A monk rushed over and killed the man from the Formation Sect.

Just as he was holding the injured monk, a member of the Formation Sect also stabbed a sword at him.

The almost suicidal battle continues......