Are the Female Protagonists Full of Favorability For Me, the Villain?

Thinking of An Buran and himself.

"After the sword sacrificial ceremony, I hope the injuries she suffered will gradually heal."

An Bei looked at her luxurious bedroom and said to herself, "Give it to her here too, and explain it to the deacon together tomorrow."

"It's my cruel, arrogant and arrogant older brother, I'll make up for it with the best of my ability."

Ann is still thinking about whether those arrangements are really enough?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that those scumbags were not punished enough.

I haven't done enough by myself...

After all, they are all made by themselves.

Ashamed, he won't run away.

"She should be protected by me all her life, even in secret."

This night, Anbu thought about it a lot.

He can be cruel and cold to outsiders.

Can be arrogant.

Can be seen without anyone.

It can even kill a lot.

But for my sister who looks exactly like me.

He can only choose his own way to make up for his fault.

Doing careful care.

"I hope she can accept my compensation."

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Among the An tribe.

In a side room.

An Buran finally found the secret scroll of casting swords that "she" said.

Nine dilapidated, dusty and thin books lie on a dusty and worn-out table.

About to face the truth, An Buran's hands trembled slightly in fear.

"Don't be afraid of the truth, don't be afraid of the truth."

"As long as you know everything, you will grow, learn to be ruthless, and become stronger."

"Oh, it's becoming more like an An family member, isn't it?"

"She" was talking again.

An Buran took a few deep breaths, then asked, "What do I do next?"

The voice in my heart: "Merge them together, like this...then like this, finally..."

"Recite the mantra—the Emperor Maha..."

After An Buran did all this, the nine books glowed faintly, turning into particles of light and shaping a jade-like chapter.

Exudes a strange breath, and at the same time, there are whispers in the ears.

Like a needle sticking into the brain, An Buran was in constant pain.

But what does this have to do with the torture she has endured since she was a child?

An Buran resisted the headache and grabbed the chapter in the air.

Under the dazzling light, he looked at the contents inside.

The more she watched, the wider her eyes opened, full of unbelievable pain.

Thump!

The chapter turned into particles of light and disappeared, and after reading the content, An Buran, who knew the truth, fell to the ground.

An Buran's eyes were empty and colorless, two tears flowed on his sluggish face, and his whole body was trembling with extreme sadness.

"How can this happen, how is it possible, no, he won't..."

The pain in the brain is nothing compared to the pain in the heart.

"Brother won't, it's fake, he won't..."

"She" sneered and said, "Why can't he?"

"You are a material, a tool, and a paving stone under his feet!"

"You always expect him to love you, but has he ever loved you?"

"Did he consider you his sister?"

"No, you are just a tool in his eyes."

"In order to hold the imperial soldier in his hand, he will cruelly throw you into the sword furnace as a material."

"In order to enter the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he will not hesitate to drain the little value you have left."

"The whole Anjia, and even the brother who is closest to your blood relatives, are using you as a prop."

"They don't care at all about what you will experience and what you will become during the sword-making process and the end."

"All they want is to let you die."

"All they want is for An Bao to hold a sword made of your flesh and blood and create an unworldly deed for the An family."

"No one will remember who you are, you will be trapped in the sword forever, and you will never be reincarnated."

An Buran hugged his knees in pain and shook his head frantically, still unwilling to believe it.

"Want to know what he thinks of you in his heart?"

The next second, An Buran seemed to see An Buran looking at her with a cold face.

"As a direct descendant, there is no blood at all, it's really a shame for my family!"

"It's better to throw yourself into the sword furnace than to live uselessly."

"Isn't this disgraceful body only worth this little?"

"An Buran" said to An Buran with extreme disgust: "The most disgusting thing to me is that you look exactly like me!"

"Hurry up and throw it into the sword furnace, die!"

An Buran is like falling into an ice cave, holding his head tightly, his eyes are wide open, full of madness and fear: "It's not like this, I'm not a shame, no, brother, I'm your sister, you treat me If you have made a promise, brother, please don't give up on me..."

"An Buu" lowered his head and approached her ear: "If it wasn't for the sword sacrificial ban requiring you, and if you weren't useful, I would have killed you long ago."

"Because, in this world, the person I hate the most is you."

Boom!

"An Buran"'s disgusted expression was frozen in An Buran's mind.

All the vicious words kept lingering in her mind.

"Look, this is the real thought in my brother's heart."

"He hates you and wants you to die immediately."

"What are you still hesitating about?"

"Put down your last extravagant hopes!"

The dark side gradually filled An Buran's heart.

Little by little, the pupils bloomed a little bit of blood red color.

The face slowly changed from pain to cold and expressionless.

There is no hesitation in my heart.

Release the original malice that has been suppressed.

"You don't think of me as your sister at all."

"You have forgotten the promise."

"Never loved me."

"I'm just the material on your sword..."

"You are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous!"

Another "she" showed a weird smile: "Yes, yes, An Jia and An are not so vicious, you can be more vicious than them!"

"Think about our previous revenge plan."

"we want……"

"Destroy him!"

Chapter 61: Childhood Promise

"Otherwise, brother, is the sword sacrificial ceremony really going to be destroyed?"

On the steps, two people, one big and one small, were sitting.

Beside An Buhao, An Buhao asked cutely while holding a cup of animal milk.

The dumb hair on his head is swaying, it's really cute.

An Bei habitually stroked her head, and gently plucked the stubborn stubborn hair out of curiosity: "Of course, the magic sword is not a good thing."

An Buhao tilted his head, very puzzled: "But Daddy said, otherwise, if my brother holds the magic sword, he can become a great emperor. After we settle down, we will become the largest clan in the world of immortals."

"The magic sword can definitely make my brother become very strong, right?"

An Rui pinched her fleshy face: "Yes, the magic sword is very strong, it is an imperial soldier."

"Having it, you can be qualified to become an emperor."

"But, in front of the important things in my heart, the magic sword is not worth mentioning."

There was great curiosity in An Buhao's big eyes: "What's important?"

Ann's eyes flickered.

If he sacrificed the magic sword forged by An Buran, he would rather destroy it.

Anbu said, "The important thing in my heart is like you."

An Buhao blinked and said, "If not, is it more important than the magic sword in my brother's heart?"

An Buhao fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he couldn't think of why in his small head.

"Buhao can't help my brother to be the great emperor, An Buhao is definitely less important than the magic sword."

An Bei patted her on the head: "Isn't it enough to become a great emperor?"

"I have a great emperor as a subordinate, isn't he more powerful than the magic sword?"

An Buhao showed a clear expression of "So it is": "Yes."

"Then An Buhao will become an emperor stronger than the magic sword in the future!"

An Buhao swung his small fist and vowed.

An Buhao's expression made An Buhao couldn't help but look a little dumbfounded.

An Buhao's simplicity reminded An Buhao of him before.

When he was young, he was actually as simple as An Buhao.

That was the awakening that he had not yet stepped into the power of the bloodline.

Before the blood resonance with An Lan had occurred.

At that time, he often stayed with his sister to run in Lancheng under the setting sun...

An Qiu faintly guessed something in her heart.