The Nine Reincarnations are Unleashed, and the Sickly Villain Heroine Arrives

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There was a continuous rain in the sky in Sioux City, and the air was slightly cool.

Shen Shuqiu walked on the wet street, heading towards the home in his memory.

In my memory, Shen Shuqiu lived in an old community in the suburbs and had to take the bus to school every morning.

Shen Shuqiu did not choose to live on campus, but chose to go to school as a day student. For people like him who are far away from school, it is better to live on campus.

But Shen Shuqiu still chooses to go to day school because he is an orphan. He chooses to go to day school because he wants to return to his own small home every time.

His adoptive parents took him home from the welfare orphanage and raised him ever since.

People are prone to misfortunes and fortunes, and the sky is unpredictable.

In his sophomore year of high school, his adoptive father and mother died in an accident due to a monster riot.

All that was left to Shen Shuqiu was a house and a sum of savings.

Since then, Shen Shuqiu has become taciturn, and has changed from a boarding student to a day student. Every time he comes home, he feels as if his family is still there.

Unknowingly, Shen Shuqiu came to the gate of the community, and there were three large characters "Jinbiyuan" written on it with peeling paint.

"Xiao Shen is back."

An old man at the security booth showed his head and said hello.

Shen Shuqiu searched a name from the ocean of memory and smiled: "Uncle Zhang is back."

Jinbiyuan community is mostly populated by elderly people who are recuperating there, and the neighbors are very familiar with each other, so they know exactly what happens in each house.

After something happened to his adoptive father and mother, these neighbors often tried their best to help Shen Shuqiu in his daily life.

"You silly boy, it's raining and you don't bring an umbrella. Come in and warm yourself up. There's air conditioning inside."

Uncle Zhang extended his hand to greet him.

"It's just light rain, so I won't bother Uncle Zhang. I'm going home first."

Shen Shuqiu declined the kindness.

"You kid, Xiaoyu can catch a cold, okay, okay, go home quickly."

Saying goodbye to security guard Uncle Zhang, Shen Shuqiu walked inside.

He lived in Room 601, Unit 2, Building 3, Jinbiyuan. He took the elevator and arrived at the door of his home quickly.

Taking a deep breath, he fumbled for the key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock cylinder and turned it.

Pushing open the door, Shen Shuqiu walked in. The changes in his home were the same as in his memory.

With a simple layout of three bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, the room was dark and seemed a bit deserted.

Turn on the lights on the wall, and the yellow-brown light falls on the living room to dispel the darkness, as if to bring a little warmth to the home.

Shen Shuqiu opened the refrigerator, took out the milk, opened it, and took two gulps.

The cold feeling slipped into his taste buds, seeming to disperse Shen Shuqiu's boiling heart.

Then he walked to a bedroom and stopped. This was the room of his adoptive father and mother.

After staying for a moment, he turned the handle and walked in to turn on the light. What he saw was a photo hanging on the wall.

The photo was taken when the adoptive father and mother got married. The corners of their mouths were raised with happy smiles.

Shen Shuqiu's adoptive mother is Fu Yan, and his adoptive father Wei Wenming both work in ordinary jobs.

Shen Shuqiu walked to the bed and sat down. There was a small photo album on the bedside table.

Shen Shuqiu tremblingly picked up the photo album and opened it bit by bit. The first photo inside was of his adoptive mother Fu Yan and his adoptive father Wei Wenming.

There is also a little boy about four or five years old in the middle. The little boy has an awkward expression on his face, and the three of them are standing together hand in hand.

There is also a line of small words at the bottom of the photo album. On July 7, 2013, I, Fu Yan, and I, Wei Wenming, adopted our adopted son Shen Shuqiu today.

The name Shen Shuqiu was given to him by the deputy director of the welfare orphanage. His adoptive parents did not change his surname after they adopted him.

The back of the album is basically full of photos of their family of three. There is Shen Shuqiu wearing a down jacket standing in the snow with a snowman piled next to him.

There are photos of a family of three hiking together in the mountains, photos of dinner parties, and photos of Shen Shuqiu celebrating his birthday.

Under each photo, without exception, there is a line of words recording that beautiful day.

A photo album was flipped over in his hands, and before he knew it, Shen Shuqiu's eyes were filled with tears.

Crystal bitter tears fell on the photo album.

Shen Shuqiu wiped away his tears with his hands and said with a choked voice: "Dad! Mom! Shen Shuqiu is back."

After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, it has been thousands of years, and I finally returned to the little home I cherished so much.

No one knew how Shen Shuqiu was feeling when he saw his parents again.

Sad, happy, missing or excited cannot be described.

There were one hundred and twenty photos in a photo album, and Shen Shuqiu looked at them for a full hour.

Close the photo album and leave Shen Shuqiu

Leave the bedroom and gently close the door.

The raindrops in the dark sky outside the window slowly turned into a downpour.

boom!

There was thunder rolling in the dark clouds in the distance.

Shen Shuqiu walked around the house, looking at this and that. Now he was full of deep nostalgia for everything in this house.

After a while, he pushed open his bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door, Shen Shuqiu frowned and saw that the room was like a doghouse, with clothes scattered everywhere.

Were you so sloppy in your previous life?

Shen Shuqiu smiled helplessly.

Boys' rooms are messy and smelly. If someone's room is as tidy as a girl's room, that's really cool.

After spending half an hour tidying up the room, he took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.

Now that Shen Shuqiu has cultivated his ninth life, tidying up the room can be done entirely with his mind, but he wants to do it himself.

Shen Shuqiu is now equivalent to an immortal person. He does not need to sleep or eat, and no one in this world can hurt him.

Shen Shuqiu doesn't know how to use his cultivation to do anything, he just needs to be an ordinary person.

He was tired of all the fighting, killing and everything in the ninth reincarnation.

It's fine to be alone now.

...........

Xuanming Continent.

Tianjianmen.

"Qin Hongyi, don't go too far. Don't think that since you are in the Great Emperor realm, there is no way to deal with you."

Jian Xiao looked at the beautiful woman in a red dress not far away with fear.

"If I remember correctly, you once attacked my master in the Netherworld Valley."

Qin Hongyi's beautiful eyes were evil, and her whole body was full of murderous aura.

"Qin Hongyi, what are you going to do? It was true that I attacked your master by surprise, but now you have killed your master, so why bother with all that pretense now."

Jian Xiao mocked.

Jian Xiao's words fell on Qin Hongyi's ears, and severe pain arose in her heart.

yes! She killed her master with her own hands in front of everyone in the world. The master who had loved her for fifty years was killed by herself.

Qin Hongyi has been thinking in the past few days that her master is gone. What's the point of living? I want to find the master to atone for her sins, but before that, she has to liquidate the people who have hurt Shen Shuqiu one by one.

"As long as you admit it, everyone who has hurt the master will die." Qin Hongyi's beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent.

A snow-colored long sword appeared in his hand. This was Shen Shuqiu's sword Lengxiang.

Now she will personally use this sword to kill those who have hurt him.

The next moment, Qin Hongyi slowly raised her hand, and Leng Xiang slashed it in front of her.

When the sword was slashed out, the color of the world changed.

The avenue runes in the void surround the sword.

A dazzling sword light lit up in the sky, like a falling star.

The terrifying sword energy dragged the rainbow, and the sword energy from all directions gathered in the force of thousands of troops, and there was no corpse under the iron hoof.

"You're crazy."

Cold sweat broke out on Jian Xiao's forehead.

He didn't expect that this crazy woman would really dare to take action, wouldn't she be afraid of attracting siege from all the sects?

Not allowing him to think too much, he quickly took action to resist.

When Qin Hongyi's sword shattered the galaxy, his resistance was like an ant shaking a tree, overestimating his own strength.

In just an instant, the sword energy in the sky was shattered and rushed towards him.

"No!"

Jian Xiao's pupils were filled with sword energy and dilated.

The next moment, Jian Xiao's body became annihilated under the sword energy.

A thousand-foot-deep sword-marked crack abyss appeared in front of the Heavenly Sword Gate, and a storm of icy sword energy raged around it.

"From now on, the disciples of Tianjian Sect are not allowed to take even one step, otherwise they will be killed without mercy."

After killing Jianxiao, Qin Hongyi coldly dropped a word and rushed into the clouds.

There was an uproar in Tianjian Sect.

The head of the Mahayana Realm of Tianjian Sect died after being unable to block a single sword blow.

Qin Hongyi's words were directly equivalent to shutting down the entire Tianjian Sect.

Of course, some disciples expressed dissatisfaction. Just half a step out of the gate, a sword energy flew out from the Sword Mark Abyss and tore the disciple's body apart instantly with lightning speed.

Blood mist exploded in the air, and all the Tianjian Sect disciples retreated in fear.

From then on, the disciples of Tianjian Sect were like mice and could only sneak out through the back door.