Those eyes that once shone brighter than the stars are now as dim as death.

The corners of his chapped lips curled up slightly, forming a shallow smile.

His brows were as clear as snow, and his face was so beautiful, but his smile was so hopeless and heartbreaking.

He was hated by his parents and rejected by the world. He was like an evildoer or a monster, walking alone and alone.

But he clearly did nothing, yet he had to bear the deepest darkness in the world.

He doesn't even know who he is?

Is it a human, a monster, a demon, or a monster that doesn’t blend in with the world?

Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes and let out a low, hoarse, desolate laugh like a trapped animal.

But in a daze, he seemed to hear a distant and tearing voice, roaring over and over again in his ears.

"If you and I share the same mind and thoughts, then...then lend me your power temporarily..."

"I...I, I don't want to destroy the world, I don't want to take revenge on mankind, I...don't want anything else..."

"I just want to keep the woman in front of me!"

Guard this woman?

Which woman?

Luo Yunxiao opened his eyes in confusion.

A vague figure appeared in front of him.

The soul collapsed and her long dress was stained with blood, as if it would disappear between heaven and earth anytime and anywhere.

But Luo Yunxiao saw a glimmer of light in this blurry figure.

The only thing he has sincerely believed in in his life is the light he longs to protect.

The chapped lips slowly opened and closed, like a vow, but also like the sadness of ending the rest of life and letting go: "Okay, I... lend... you..."

As long as you can keep her!

Then at least, his dirty and rotten life still has some value.

So at least, he has no regrets in being abandoned by the world.

Buzzing, buzzing, in the sea of ​​consciousness, the eleven natal swords trembled violently, as if they were echoing something.

The energy in his body drained away and dissipated like a spring, taking away his weak vitality bit by bit.

Luo Yunxiao slowly closed her eyes.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

It was at this time that the bell rang.

The huge silver moon rises into the night sky, and nine stars shine brightly.

The glistening white raindrops fell from the sky, moistening his skin, soaking into his bones and blood, and penetrating into his soul bit by bit.

Luo Yunxiao opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

The burning wound on the back gradually healed.

The pain in the body left silently.

The lost vitality had returned to his body at some point, giving him hope and faith to live.

The melodious music sounded softly in my ears, just like the voice of a young girl Qing Yue sounded over and over again.

No, not just one voice, but many, many voices.

"Little uncle, your body is your own. Even if no one cares, you must care. Because if you take yourself seriously and abandon your emotions and desires, then no one in the world will really care about you.

I care about you."

"May we stay here forever in this life and be free and at ease forever!"

"Little Master Uncle, what is your true identity? Do you have any powerful enemies? What is your past? We don't care about any of this. We only know that you are the Little Master Uncle to all of us and a member of our Xiaoyao Sect.

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"We can't wait to tell the whole world that you are a member of our Xiaoyao Sect and the junior uncle of our Seventh Son of Xiaoyao."
Chapter completed!