True Monarch Crossing Tribulation forced me to soar

Chapter 77: You always think that you don't belong to this world
"Worriless, come with me."

Zhenxuanzi suddenly appeared, with a gloomy face, watching Wuyou.

"Why? It's late at night, what's the matter, can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

Wuyou always refuses. She never simply agrees to other people's requests. Based on the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less, even if it's a little effort, it can be delayed as long as she can, and pushed as soon as she can.

But Zhenxuanzi's face was extraordinarily dark today.

She judged the situation and felt that she would have to run this trip.

"Come on, come on, what are you staring at, old man, your temper is getting worse and worse."

Zhenxuanzi turned around:

"Call me brother."

Wuyou has always felt awkward. It is said that she thanked her elder brother who helped her make the list every day in the live broadcast room.

But when she came to Zhenxuanzi, she always felt that something was wrong, and she just didn't want to call him brother.

Zhenxuanzi was full of worries, nagging all the way, and led her to the stage of unfeeling.

The autumn wind is no better than the spring breeze, and the ruthless platform is taller. Zhenxuanzi insisted on calling Wuyou swordsmanship, and even took out his divine sword Dongzhi, and demonstrated the ruthless sword from the first to the ninth floor.

In that cold sword edge, the temperature of the Ruthless Terrace became even lower.

Wuyou didn't look at it, he yawned again and again, frowning slightly, apparently in patience.

After the practice, Zhenxuanzi saw her like that, anxious and angry, walked straight to her, squatted down, stretched out his arms, tightly clamped Wuyou, stared at her dodging eyes, and suppressed the pain in his heart. angry, asked:
"Why do you always think that you are from that world?"

"I searched for you for thousands of years before I found your soul. You are my sister, you are my sister!"

"Why do you remember people from that world, but forget me and my mother?"

There was infinite sadness in his eyes, but his expression didn't change at all. All of this made Wuyou feel extraordinarily weird. He frowned and began to break free:
"Old man, there is something wrong with you!"

Zhenxuanzi manipulated his own corpse puppet, pulled out a stiff smile, and sneered:
"Yes, I am sick. I have been sick for a long time, and this world has been sick for a long time."

He let go of Wuyou, stood up, looked up at the sky, with hatred in his eyes:
"Worriless, I warn you, this world is much crueler than the world you know."

His pointed words made Wuyou even more flustered, and he asked flickeringly:

"What world, what world are you talking about?"

Zhenxuanzi gave another sad smile:
"You and I are siblings, connected by blood. I have been in the spirit for thousands of years, and my knowledge of souls is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. I probably know some of the strange thoughts in your heart."

In his smile, blood and tears were hidden, mixed with the cold autumn wind, and brewed into a glass of poisoned wine.

Seeing Wuyou was even more flustered, not knowing how much he knew about his own thoughts.

This feeling of lack of privacy made her feel very uncomfortable, she glared at Zhenxuanzi angrily, and shouted:

"How can you read my memory without my permission, you are doing too much."

Zhenxuanzi didn't know how to explain it. What he could understand was all about himself, but he didn't want to explain it today.

When Zhen Shuzi died, all his fantasies about the fairy world collapsed.

Even the celestial fate that the master had calculated could not be realized, let alone the bone-destroying, ruining luck, and some unknown people he had seen, suddenly soaring in daylight.

He figured it out, there is no bullshit justice in this world at all, and even that self-proclaimed immortal Wudu just caught a few marginal immortals.

Looking at Wuyou, he vented and said:
"That's the way this world is. Do you think the strong will reason with you? What's wrong with me prying into your memory? Even if you don't kill my mother and take my sister away in front of me, I, What else can be done?"

"Even if you know that I can spy on your memory, can you stop it? How many times have I told you to practice hard, have you heard it?"

"As long as I reach the cultivation level of Transcendence Tribulation, I will not be able to spy on the memory. If you have any objections to me, you should hurry up and practice. Let me tell you, in this world, there is no kingly law, and there is no law for the Excalibur School."

"No matter how much you feel wronged, complain, or hate the world, fairness and justice will not come to the weak."

"In this world, the strong will always be respected. Weak humans, like humble bugs, can only be slaughtered."

He looked up at the sky and clenched his fists.

Justice is always something that can only be obtained by the strong.

Fairness is a little trick for the strong to fool the world.

The real conspirators are always kind-hearted, and the naive and lonely ones have hideous faces.

He felt that he had been wrong for thousands of years.

The biggest crime for victims is to be victimized. Victims are because they are weak, and the weak who have been mutilated, how can they seek justice?
Does it depend on the mercy of heaven?
He is determined not to spoil Wuyou any more, and must force her to grow up as soon as possible.

After a series of impassioned language bombardment, Wuyou was silent. After a while, she raised her head, squinted her eyes and smiled:

"People cut me, I cut people, as long as I cut fast enough, no one can defeat me, crossing the bloody and cruel primitive accumulation, I will eventually become a confidant of the world of cultivating immortals, and finally completely rule the world!"

One sentence made Zhenxuanzi dumbfounded.

He couldn't believe that his innocent and lovely sister could say such a thing.

What he didn't expect was that next, Wuyou stood on tiptoe, put his arms around his shoulders, and comforted him:

"Old man, don't worry too much."

Subconsciously, she was going to take out a cigarette from her pocket and light it for him, but suffering from the fact that the cultivating world has not yet started to grow cigarettes on a large scale, she emptied a few times in her pocket, eager to comfort him:

"Don't be angry, I will recognize you as a big brother."

After she finished speaking, she felt regretful again, and she said big brother, but it was worth several rockets, she approached Zhenxuanzi, and said a little embarrassedly:

"I recognize you as the eldest brother, so you have to pass on the Excalibur sect to me. I know that the elder brother is very powerful, and the senior sister is not bad, but think about it, I am your biological sister after all, and I don't want to lose my fat. You promise to pass it on to me, and I will call you brother."

What he said made Zhenxuanzi grit his teeth. If he were a living person, he would be pissed off now. Fortunately, he died a long time ago, so he can stand here safe and sound.

"As for the mother, she has been dead for more than 1000 years. I advise you not to worry about it. In the past 1000 years, she can have [-] or [-] sons after reincarnation. I don't even remember you, and she must have forgotten too."

Zhenxuanzi's three souls and seven souls have already started fighting, one expresses that he wants to kill Wuyou, one expresses Tongyan Wuji, and the other is already desperately strangling himself to death.

Wuyou also learned a little psychology in order to be an anchor, seeing that he was silent, he continued to persuade:

"Don't suffer and hate every day, open your eyes and see this world of flowers and flowers, the world of mortals, old and old enemies, what is there to repay, it is more important to enjoy life!"

"Anyway, you also know the world I came to. If there is a chance, I will take you there for racing. You can also play games to see beautiful women. I guarantee you will never miss leaving~"

(End of this chapter)