I Just Reopened My Life

Chapter 259: 【Moth Fighting Fire】

I gritted my teeth, and I have to practice whatever I said this time.

I have been here for four months. Every day I watched them go out one by one, but I can only do the work of washing the dishes here.

"I want to practice!"

I repeated it again.

It has become quieter here.

No one answered me.

…

night.

The candlelight in the house was bright.

"Why? Why don't you let me practice?" With tears in my eyes, I asked Mo loudly.

Obviously left the wooden house...

Obviously... it came out after trampling on the uncle...

After paying such a price, what's the point if it can't become stronger?

Mo was holding the wine glass, his face turned very red, like anger burning on his face, not knowing whether it was because of the wine or me.

He didn't speak, but just looked at the candlelight.

The environment here is remote, mosquitoes raging, moths constantly pounce from outside the house to the house, toward the candlelight, toward the self-righteous light.

"We...we are these moths..."

Mo really was a crying ghost, and he wept again when he said that.

He spoke again, said some names of people I didn't know, and talked about his tragic fate for himself.

No, it should be said that it is the tragic fate of mankind.

He arrived at the origin of the Witch Family early, and until late to the current human situation, he told me everything he knew.

Cultivation is like a lie of self-deception. If you don't pick up this knife, you won't have the ability to resist. Picking up this knife is equivalent to surrendering to the enemy.

Many of those deformed monks have also drunk here.

What they can do is to kill a few more deformed monks when they are awake, and when they are completely destroyed, they will hand the knife to their partners and become their enemies.

The path of spiritual practice is the flame of moths, the “light” that leads to self-destruction.

"We are the moths." Mo put down the wine glass, the heavy wine glass slammed on the table, and the sound sank into my heart.

I suddenly understood why these adults didn't want me to practice: "Then we...don't practice."

"But what can we do if we don't practice?" Mohe asked. "Any distorted monk who crosses the robbery, as long as he has a whim, he can kill countless mortals."

You put the knife down, how can you fight them?

The fate of everyone cannot be put in the hands of twisted lunatics who are mentally unstable.

"But if this continues, in the end we will all..."

I dare not finish the sentence, because the final outcome is desperation visible to the naked eye.

Just listening, I couldn't help holding the glass, wanting to take another sip, forgetting what he said.

"How was the first twisted monk born?" I was suddenly a little curious. If it could be stopped at the beginning, then maybe it would not be so desperate now.

"Not sure."

Mo picked up the wine glass in front of him and took another sip.

"There is still a chance." I couldn't help but comforted, "As long as we grasp this period of time, this human being...has not been fully deformed yet, someone will find a way!"

"We can't, the offspring can always! There will always be someone who can find a way that can be practiced steadily without distortion."

Mo glanced at me, as if looking at himself.

"This sentence was said by a fool three hundred years ago. Go out and stop mentioning the matter of practice."

I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't know how to refute it.

I had no choice but to push the door open and walk out.

As soon as I went out, I saw many people squatting outside.

They heard Mo talking inside just now, like moths waiting for the fire. But Mo again threw the cold reality on everyone's face again.

They probably hope that someone can lie to them at this time, I thought.

Walking through the crowd with my head down, I was like a knife called sorrow, constantly scratching everyone's wounds.

I start to miss everyone drinking together.

At that time, probably everyone had forgotten the pain.

The dream wakes up, and the reality is a mess.

It's better to live in a dream all the time.

…

In winter, it snowed.

"Quick! Is there anyone!"

There was a roar at the door of the base.

I took a look, and it was Uncle Yashen’s best friend, Uncle Cong Yi who knocked on the door.

I immediately opened the door, and the icy wind and snow blew by, and I immediately rubbed my hands with the cold.

"Quick, this is your Uncle Yashen! Quickly take him in." Uncle Cong Yi anxiously pulled my sleeve.

I was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly glanced at Yashin's body.

It is indeed Uncle Ya Shen.

There was a penetrating wound on the body, a strange mist exuded from the wound, and the whole body was frozen stiff.

Even with a frozen body, the tentacles on the chin are still squirming. This is a feature that the distortion has reached a critical point. I have met several people like this in the past few years.

"Can't enter." I swallowed toward Uncle Yashen's partner, and pronounced Yashen's death sentence.

People who have been deformed cannot go home.

There are many ordinary people here who have no ability to resist.

Even the uncle who likes to praise him for his three-point demeanor cannot be included.

"Look at him! Look at him! He is your uncle!" Uncle Cong Yi pulled my sleeves excitedly.

I haven't practiced, and I can't get rid of it at all.

I could only watch as Uncle Cong Yi's tentacles began to twist wildly.

"Calm down, uncle!"

"Good! Good! I'm calm! Let's do it, I won't enter! I'll change him! You let him in, he still has help! Please!"

Uncle Cong Yi's tentacles twisted, begging me constantly.

"Uncle, we should learn to be indifferent." I lowered my head and said.

At this moment, I suddenly understood what Mo said to me at the time.

Cong Yi was stunned.

This golden core of cultivation, an omnipotent person in my eyes, seemed to be killed by my words all at once.

He didn't recover until the sound on the ground sounded.

"You're a slave, don't embarrass a child." Yashen gasped.

Cong Yi suddenly reacted and took my hand excitedly: "Look! Look! He's still awake! He hasn't fallen! Go and call Mo Ge and save him!"

"Stop calling, I know what I am doing..."

Yashen said weakly, and looked at me, "If you do it right, you should be indifferent."

I lowered my head and dared not look at him.

In fact, Uncle Yi knew everything, they were immortal cultivators, and a wooden door could not stop him. Uncle Mo actually knew everything inside, but everyone didn't say anything.

Everyone is restraining themselves.

Learn to be indifferent.

Yashen laughed and stared at me carefully, as if examining my few consciences.

"Ruyuan, do I now...Li Ge's three-point demeanor..."

"Yes, you are more handsome than him."

I said something out of conscience.

"Oh, lie. When he let a group of us go, he was much handsomer than me..."

All of a sudden, my tears fell uncontrollably. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Hey!"

The fresh wound was full of blood, and snowflakes mixed with teardrops dripping on Yashen's wound. Yashen's eyes closed securely.

I have a dagger in my hand.

I pierced it.