Quick wear: The villain made the male protagonist cry again

chapter 128
Xie Xuan was placed on the bed by Shen Chen, looking at his still closed eyes, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

Just like being immersed in a nightmare a few days ago.

Shen Chen took out a pair of golden bells from the mustard space.

Exquisite patterns hover over it, revealing freshness and aura. The style of the golden bell is the one that is often created for spirit beasts in the cultivation world.

As she shook it gently, the bell made a crisp sound.

She lowered her eyes and tied the golden bell on Xie Xuan's fair ankle.

The two complement each other.

Against the background of the golden bell, the ascetic and indifferent Xie Xuan had a frivolous glamorous look.

magic weapon.

She made it herself, as long as Xie Xuan is within ten thousand miles of her, she can easily perceive his position.

The moonlight shone through strands of veil-like clouds and sprinkled on the ground, Shen Chen pushed open the wooden door.

Went to find Shen Muyuan, head of the Xuanyuan Sect.

The moonlight was slightly cool, but it was somewhat diluted by the smile on her face.

I hope Master likes the gift she gave him.

Xie Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat up, leaning on the edge of the bed, panting heavily.

The grotesque dreams cleared away the fog, and all the memories were as clear as yesterday.

He remembered.

Everything.

That damn villain has been playing tricks on him.

He pressed his fingers against his forehead, half of his face was soaked in the moonlight, and he was flawless.

He suddenly felt very ridiculous.

The ridiculous thing is that he, who lost his memory, actually fell in love with that villain.

Watching him being cheated by her, but humbled like a fool to please her.

After knowing that she didn't love him, he was heartbroken. Seeing him in pain, that villain must be very proud.

All she did was cheat him.

Every step is based on lies.

He thought he must be crazy.

Thinking of that villain, his chest still felt a bit of pain, and what appeared in front of his eyes were her smiling fox pupils.

Obviously she destroyed him, killed Miaomiao, destroyed all his beliefs, made him low in the dust, and made him a useless person.

But he still hurts because of her.

Damn.

Miao Miao's last ray of remnant soul died.

She will never come back.

Xie Xuan leaned on the bed, closed his eyes, he suddenly felt that everything was so powerless.

The last time I was so powerless was the last time.

millennia ago.

Everyone thought she had ascended.

Only he saw that her soul was blown away by the lightning, and the world thought that the miracle brought about by her ascension was just that her body dissipated and could no longer carry the full spiritual power.

The spiritual power she lost alone has nourished the cultivation world for 300 years.

He didn't understand why she was so powerful, why she died under the lightning calamity.

He would rather die than him.

But he wasn't even worthy to die for her.

She saved his life.

That year was a year of severe drought once in a hundred years.

The whole village was devastated.

Hungry and dead everywhere, floating corpses for thousands of miles.

The people all change their children and eat.

Unfortunately, he was the weakest child and was given to the village head's family by his mother.

The village chief set up a cauldron at the entrance of the village, and the poor villagers looked at him with green lights in their eyes.

His mother wiped her tears and held the little daughter of the village chief's family by the hand. The girl who was as thin as him looked at him who was tied up dumbfoundedly.

He's only 13, and he doesn't want to die yet.

But those people are very hungry.

They won't let him go.

A close call.

The distant sound of car bells came along with the misty wind, and a carriage slowly appeared at the entrance of the village. The silver carriage decoration was as exquisite as ice sculptures and jade, and the small silver bell on the window jingled.

The two white horses pulling the cart attracted everyone's attention.

The villagers looked at the strong white horse and swallowed.

They no longer look at him.

Everyone's eyes were shining, and they rushed forward with shovels and picks in their hands, surrounding the carriage.

(End of this chapter)