Transmigrated into ancient literature and killed the male protagonist to succeed

Chapter 207 Heaven is Unkind, I Will Take My Own Responsibility (3)

Noon.

The villagers all went home and started busying themselves with their own affairs.

The scorching sun overhead was suddenly obscured by dark clouds...

Aunt Liu noticed that the weather was not right, and hurriedly called out to the neighbors, "It's going to rain soon, come out and collect the clothes!"

"The weather changes so quickly."

"Who said it wasn't? It changes your face faster than the one in my house. This isn't June!"

Although the villagers felt strange, they didn't think too much about it.

"Scholar Song, it's going to rain, come out and collect the clothes."

The kind neighbor knocked on Mr. Song's door and reminded him.

This young scholar named Song was quite pitiful. He had only a seriously ill mother at home, and he was the only one who taught the children in the village to read and write, gave them names, and copied books for people to take to the town to make money.

However, he was also a rare literate scholar in the village, and the villagers were very polite to him.

Scholar Song was a handsome and gentle man, and he had already reached the age to get married, but his family was too poor. There were girls in the village who were attracted to him, but his parents did not agree.

Fortunately, this scholar Song picked up a beautiful girl in the back mountain last year, so he has a companion now.

I heard that the two are planning to get married in two months.

Song Zixian opened the door and thanked his neighbor, with a look of worry between his brows.

"What's wrong, Mr. Song?" the neighbor looked concerned.

Song Zixuan said, "Since last night, Wanwan has been acting strange. She has been in a coma and hasn't woken up yet."

"Have you consulted a doctor?"

"I looked, but the doctor couldn't tell."

Song Zixuan sighed and went out to collect the clothes. Seeing this, the neighbor turned around and followed him...

Wanwan was picked up by Song Zixuan. This girl usually looks dull and only speaks a few words to Song Zixuan.

She just ignored other people who talked to her. She looked like a piece of wood, who knew nothing and had never done any housework. Only Song Zixuan liked her.

There was already a seriously ill mother at home, and now there was a sick orphan girl. This scholar Song's future life would be a bit difficult...

They can only help a little.

The neighbor was about to say something when he heard a loud thunder and a buzzing sound in his ears...

Then there was a loud bang, the ground shook violently, and the neighbor staggered and almost fell.

The house behind Song Zixian was struck by lightning and collapsed with a loud bang.

Song Zixuan steadied himself, turned around, and his pupils shrank suddenly, "Mother——!"

“Wan Wan——!”

He dropped the clothes in his hands, ignored the thunder and lightning above his head, and rushed forward to search among the collapsed ruins...

It happened so quickly that the neighbor was so frightened that he stood there in a daze for a long time.

After realizing what was happening, he hurried to call for help.

Song Zixuan kept searching, trying to rescue the person.

The hand holding the pen was scratched by the bricks and soil, and blood was pouring out, but he was completely unaware. He just kept calling for his mother and Wanwan, and tears rolled down his cheeks...

At this moment, a dazzling light flashed and Song Zixuan had to close his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again.

A woman protected by a golden shield was found emerging from the ruins.

"Night night, late night..."

Song Zixuan used his hands and feet to crawl forward a few steps, trying to reach out and touch...

But an evil wind was faster than him.

The wind picked up Wanwan and brought her into the arms of a man.

Song Zixuan looked up in a daze, his eyes aching from the sting... He felt confused and at a loss, what on earth was going on?

The man who suddenly appeared was obviously not from this mortal world. He stood on an ugly and huge strange bird, wearing gorgeous black clothes, his cloak fluttering in the wind, looking domineering and evil.

He held Wanwan in his arms like this, looking down at everyone in Taoyuan Village from above.

The man's eyes swept across Wanwan's face, and his voice was a little sinister, "Finally I found you..."

This man is not a good guy at first glance. Song Zixuan's eyes were red, "Give Wanwan back!"

The man looked at the embarrassed scholar on the ground and said disdainfully, "What do you mean by Wanwan and Zaozao? She is the goddess Luo Ying from heaven. How can a worldly name like Wanwan be worthy of her?"

His eyes were like looking at an ant, "It's you who want to marry the goddess?"

Facing a powerful enemy, Song Zixian was not afraid at all.

The pressure was so great that he fell to his knees with a thud. His knee was instantly fractured and he was unable to stand up. He was also unable to save his mother who was trapped under the rubble...

Amid the lightning and thunder, his face turned pale, and a mixture of sweat and tears slid down his face.

"I don't know what goddess is..."

Song Zixuan's pale lips trembled, and his voice was full of tears, "It was you... who used magic to kill my mother?!"

How could his house be struck by lightning for no reason? It must have been done by this demon!
"I have been searching for her for a long time, but she was hidden by a lowly ant like you..."

Maybe he was in a good mood after finding the person, the man explained a few more words to make him understand better.

"I don't want to step into a dirty place. The goddess has her own life magic weapon to protect her, so she will be fine. As for your mother..."

The man laughed, "She deserves it. Who asked you to covet the goddess? This is the punishment from heaven!"

Who asked you to covet the goddess...

Song Zixuan pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed. As he laughed, tears of blood fell, and he looked like a madman...

goddess?

He thought Wanwan was a poor orphan who was unwanted by everyone. She was simple-minded and in poor health. He was afraid that she would be bullied, so he kindly took her in.

No one can predict what happens in love...

She was an orphan and he was a scholar, neither of them had anyone to rely on. He had been working hard to save money, thinking that when he had enough money, he would go and gain fame and fortune. If she didn't want him to leave, he could also find a way to do some business and never let her live a hard life.

Now his mother was in better spirits, and he had saved some money. Life was about to get better, but...

He thought they were in love, he thought she was an orphan, he thought...

He had never dreamed of the goddess!
If I had known this day...

"Your mother died when the heavenly punishment came. Come to think of it, you should kneel down and thank me for giving her a quick death."

A man should destroy his heart and break his bones.

How could a mere ant dare to do such a bold thing?

The pressure intensified, and Song Zixuan was pressed to the ground, unable to stand up.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

He screamed, his fingers sank deep into the mud, blood still flowing, the pain of his whole body like broken bones could not overcome the regret and pain in his heart...

It's all his fault!
Blame him!

The villagers who came to help also heard what the man above them said. They all picked up their hoes and protected the women and children behind them.

The enemy was so powerful that it was impossible to defeat them. They felt fear in their hearts, but they still mustered up the courage to rebuke them.

"You demon, get out of this village!"

"Return Aunt Song's life!"

"We'll fight you!"

The man didn't even look at them, they were just insignificant ants.

But he was very angry. When he thought about the person he had been looking for for a long time, hiding in this remote place, and almost marrying an ant, he wanted to kill someone...

The man was filled with anger and murderous intent, and he wanted to destroy something...

He asked in a cold voice: "Flowing fire attacks, monsters devouring your heart, which way do you prefer to die?"