It's gone far enough, and it's a wilderness with no people in sight. I got off my horse by the wind, looking for a place to drink water.

The raging wind and sand rolled up his black robes, whirring, hoarse and crooked vultures swirling in the air, and the weeds were covered with dry bones. He held his forehead, sweating profusely, and found a sheltered place to sit down, it seemed that no one would come rashly in this place, very good.

Unfortunately, a dart team passed by, and the bells jingled, from far to near. He wrapped his clothes tightly and closed his eyes to breathe, trying not to let himself smell the breath of passers-by, his bony hands looking a little pale from being overly suppressed.

The leader of the dart team noticed him sitting on the side of the road, leaned in with a little caution, took a closer look, and asked sharply, "Hey!

After a pause, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his blood-red pupils began to expand, quickly covering the only remaining softness in his eyes, replaced by a bloodthirsty killing aura. He slowly moved his stiff fingers, smiled evilly, and stood up. With his back to a group of people, his clothes fluttered, and his black robes moved in the wind like a grim reaper in the dark night.

"Hey, ...... you asked?" Before he finished speaking, the leader of the dart team was torn apart in front of everyone, shattered to pieces, and instantly became a puddle of flesh and blood on the ground, without even letting out a single exclamation.

He looked at his blood-stained hands, stuck out his tongue in contentment, licked his lips, and then drew an eerie smile and raised his eyes to the panicked people. The eyebrows and eyes are smiling, and the blood-red pupils are very charming. The best martial arts of the dart team all died, and the others fled, but it was too late after all. A blood-red light condensed in his hands, and in an instant, an overwhelming net ripped back to all the people, who howled and roared, but he turned a deaf ear, smiling at everything in front of him, his eyes full of the crazy pleasure of killing.

Blood stained the vast wilderness, and the vultures in the air flew down in flocks, waiting for this heavenly feast. After a long time, he yawned boredly, as if he was bored, so he put down his hand, and with it, there was a bloody corpse. Their deaths were tragic and disgusting.

He patted the dust off his shoulder and walked slowly to a large box at the end of the team. It's a big box with red flowers on a black background, and I don't know what treasure it contains. Before he could do anything, the box opened on its own. A petite goose-yellow figure stood up tremblingly.

This is a delicate-looking girl, twenty-eight years old, Chu Chu is lovely. At this moment, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, she bit her lip tightly, and her watery eyes were a little resolute in addition to fear. She stood motionless, trembling a little.

"You...... Don't you run?" Borrowing the wind raised an eyebrow and gently raised his bloodied hand.

"Repair...... Snake cultivator?" She whispered though she was afraid.

Borrower Feng was stunned, such a little girl, it was really funny that she actually knew his real body, "Oh? You actually recognize him? Aren't you afraid?"

She thought about it, shook her head, took out another pill from her sleeve, and handed it over with courage, "How many people you kill, how much backlash you have to endure...... When the anger clears, it will be very painful......"

He was in a trance for a moment, and all kinds of broken fragments of the past appeared in his mind, and the book was right, he was indeed a fierce beast, because he killed people like hemp, and did all kinds of things that hurt heaven and reason, he was sealed in Yunmengze by the divine realm, and was responsible for guarding the nine deaths. Although thousands of years of loneliness have made him collect his own temperament, his bloodthirsty nature will not change, and after the birth of Xingshi, this situation has become more and more frequent. If you can't control yourself, you can only stay away from the crowd as much as possible, so as not to increase the killing. When he was sober, although he remembered everything he had done, he was powerless to change anything, only the anti-devouring mana added when the Divine Realm sealed him could slightly reduce the guilt in his heart.

After living for tens of millions of years, time is a kind of indifferent thing, but in the past ten million years, she is the first person to see him go crazy but not choose to hide, and the first person who is worried that he will be eaten by bloodlust......

There was some warmth somewhere in my heart, but it was just a fleeting thing, and it quickly returned to coldness. The howling wind ruffled her dress and long hair, and her hand stopped in mid-air, and when he saw that he had not taken it for a long time, she retracted her hand knowingly, and then sniffed, and could not help but let out a sneeze.

He actually laughed out loud, and then walked away lightly, "You go, I won't kill women now......"

Her eyes swept over the field, corpses were everywhere, she swallowed her saliva, trembled, and followed. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around, "Want to die?" The tone was three points cold, seven points frivolous, seeing that she was silent when he lowered his head, he leaned over, lowered his head, sniffed lightly, closed his eyes and whispered, "Hmm...... It's very fragrant on the body, and it should taste good. ”

She subconsciously took a step back and said timidly, "Didn't you say that you don't kill women?"

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, hooked his lips and smiled, "If you don't kill, it doesn't mean that you won't eat, you know my true body, don't you know that the snake can swallow an elephant? ”

"I don't think you're a bad person...... the fear in her eyes has disappeared, and she has become a little more gentle, "What have you been through, I know ......"

He snorted self-deprecatingly by the wind, turned to leave, and his tall back looked a little lonely in the wind and sand. What can this woman know at such a young age, and if I'm not a bad person, then who is? ridiculous......

She finally did not follow anymore, but went in the opposite direction, and the dart team died so many people at once, she had to go home and give her father an explanation.

......

There are some people in this world who are infamous and spurned by others because they have an undeserved identity, such as borrowing the wind.

The world knows the allusion of "Hou Yi shooting the sun", when the ten suns coexist in the sky, the sorrow is all over the wilderness, and the lives are devastated, Di Yao sent the archer Yi to shoot down the nine suns, thus saving the people of the Six Realms, and it became a beautiful talk for a while. But now, thousands of years have passed, and the stories of those ancient times are impossible to verify.

At that time, it did not have its own thoughts, nor could it turn into a human form, and it was bloodthirsty, and with its huge body and fierce habits, it became a nightmare in the hearts of the people. In just a few months, countless people have died in its mouth, and everyone talks about the snake's discoloration.

After several tribulations, the marksman Yi beheaded him in Yunmeng, and this once terrifying beast finally stopped being a disaster to the world. But no one knows, with the help of people with hearts, it has changed from death to sleep, starting from sleep and slowly recovering.

After surviving thousands of years, the snake cultivator finally woke up, had an independent mind and soul, and was able to freely control the body, even turning into a human form. He has a name, called Borrowing Wind, on the surface he is a handsome young man who likes to wear black, but in fact he is an ancient beast that everyone hates so much.

The person who saved him at the beginning disappeared without a trace after he woke up, as if the world had evaporated, leaving only one line of words, "When the flood and disaster arise, we will meet ourselves." "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, but it's a good thing for him to survive and start over.

Knowing that he was guilty of a deep sin, it was not a pity to die, but now that he has a chance, he can make up for it a little, and he will change his identity by the wind, travel the world, and act chivalrous.

Mortals have reincarnation, reincarnation and rebirth can have a new story, he is different, although he has endless time and life, immortality, and his face does not change, but for thousands of years, the continuous accumulation of loneliness and helplessness is the most painful. I have seen the vicissitudes of life, I have seen the ups and downs of life, after a long time, it seems that all this is meaningless, and "living" has changed from a purpose to a habit. The wounds he suffered would soon heal automatically, and he simply could not have the right to choose death like ordinary people.

After every tea and dinner, everyone will talk about the story of repairing the snake from time to time, and the sound of cursing is overwhelming, but the wind never minds this, it is true that he used to kill people and be bloodthirsty, and it is also true that he is the one who is in trouble, and there is nothing to justify. In addition to talking about stories, people always don't forget to praise him, "This young man is good, he doesn't charge money for treatment, he rejuvenates his hands, and the medicine gets rid of the disease." "Yes, yes, I don't complain about helping with the heavy work, I don't ask for anything in return. "That's not it! This is our lucky star, and since he came, the jackals, tigers and leopards within a radius of a few miles have settled down. "That's right, he came to the village, the wind and rain are smooth, and there is a good harvest every year!"

These words were really a good medicine in his ears, and all the pain seemed to be nothing at that moment. Cutting flesh and taking blood again and again, using it as medicine, how many people who were hovering on the edge of life and death were pulled back by him, he thought that he was immortal, even if it hurt when he was under the knife, it would be fine later. He thought that he was King Kong's incorruptible body, but the long hours of sleepless work also made him sick, and when it was serious, he shrank alone in the corner of the house, and shivered all night long in the long winter night. Excessive consumption of spiritual power to help people heal and continue their lives, so that his cultivation has been greatly reduced, and in the nights of fighting to the death with jackals, tigers and leopards, he dragged a wound and silently guarded the peace of the entire village. In a place where there has been a great drought for many years, he secretly cast a spell to rain, in exchange for thunderstorms in the divine realm again and again...... He couldn't let go of all this, and he couldn't pay off the debt he owed after all.

thought that he could protect everyone, but after all, he overestimated himself, and no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't resist the invasion of time. The nature of borrowing the wind began to be revealed, and sometimes it developed to the point that it could not be controlled, and it could be suppressed with its own ability, but it overspent too much spiritual power for the people, and eventually there would be a day when they lost their minds.

He packed his bags and wanted to find a place to hide before it happened, so as not to hurt the innocent, but an unexpected war came and he had to stay.

The people who fell into the eagle attacked in a big way, trying to expand their territory and fight against the demon world, and the human world was like hitting a stone with an egg, and the result was doomed. The divine realm and the immortal realm, which the human world has always believed in, should have helped, but they weighed it again and again and chose to sit idly by. Overnight, the blood of the falling owl washed most of the human world. Seeing the people he had guarded for thousands of years turn into blood and water all over the ground, he couldn't suppress it anymore by the wind, even if it was a fierce beast, as long as he could protect them, it was worth fighting to the death.

A raging fire burned in the red pupils, and an unprecedented slaughter began. It is only at this time that the wind can exert all the energy, and with the immortal body and the increasingly strong anger, half of the fallen birds can be destroyed alive.

When the Divine Realm and the Immortal Realm heard about this, he stood on the top of Fu Su Mountain in a black robe, with a dark cloud sky behind him, at this time, his clothes were flying, his eyes were cold, and in his hand was a bloody woman's head. The Demon Monarch stood in front of him, silent. With a flick of his hand, he threw his head over, and mocked, "I heard that there are four beautiful protectors of the wind and snow and moon in the falling owl, and now the moon protector is dead, tsk, it's a pity that ......."

"I had no intention of fighting with you, but why did you kill more than 1,000 of my fallen owl disciples this time?" There was a burst of anger between his eyebrows, but he tried his best to hold back.

"No, I've always liked to do things casually, and I can kill if I want. ”

"Isn't it for the mortals? huh...... If that's the case, I'd still advise you, it's not worth it. After that, Jun Su waved his sleeves and left, and ordered a retreat, so that if the confrontation continued, I was afraid that it would cheapen the god realm and the fairy realm who watched the play, and let them enjoy the profits.

When everyone dispersed, the wind finally couldn't resist anymore, covered his chest, spit out a mouthful of thick blood, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his cheeks.

Descending the mountain, a group of people waited there, a warm current swelled in his heart, and the red in his eyes faded slightly. But what awaited him was not greetings and gratitude, but a flying knife and arrows from the sky. At that moment, he seemed to understand something, did not explain or resist, and calmly allowed them to pierce into his body, painful to the heart. They only saw his hideous and terrifying true body, only saw the scene of his bloodthirsty killing, but they did not see everything he had done to protect this beloved human world. The ugly image of the snake cultivator has been deeply ingrained and can never be reversed.

"Kill him, he's a monster!" "Don't leave a bad obstacle!" "I'll just say he doesn't come from an unknown place, I can't believe it!" "Damn it!" He hoped that at least one person would remember his goodness and be less invective, but he didn't. Sharper than the sword is the human heart, and now these people have also uttered beautiful words of praise, which was once a good medicine in the world, the only good medicine that can cure his half-dead heart.

Years later, he thought that if someone had been able to say a good word for him, even if it was just a sentence, it would not have led to a tragedy.