Part 7

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There are many differences between the thirty-two-year-old ink burning and the fifteen-year-old ink burning.

For example, at the age of fifteen, he knew tenderness when he was in love, but at the age of thirty-two, he had only bào strength.

Afterwards, he looked at Rong Jiu, who was on the verge of death by himself, and had already passed out. A pair of undercurrents raised his eyes, squinting slightly, with a sweet smile. He is very good-looking when he smiles, his pupils are very dark and deep, and when viewed from certain angles, it will be smudged with a layer of arrogant dark purple. At this moment, he held Rong Jiu's hair with a smile, lifted the unconscious person to the couch, picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the ground, and hung it on Rong Jiu's face.

He has always been vindictive, and he is the same now.

Thinking of how he took care of Rong Jiu's business in his previous life, and even wanted to redeem him, and how Rong Jiu co-authored with others to design himself, he couldn't help but smiled and bent his eyes, sticking the sharp ceramic shards. On Rong Jiu's cheeks.

This person is in the business of flesh and blood, and without this face, there is nothing.

This kitsch man would live on the streets like a dog, crawling on the ground, kicked by his boots, crushed, scolded and cast aside, oh... just imagining it makes him happy both physically and mentally. Even the nausea that he had just fucked this person just disappeared.

The ink-burning smile is more and more cute.

As soon as the hand exerted force, a trace of red blood oozes out.

The drowsy person seemed to feel the pain, with a hoarse voice, he murmured softly, with tears still hanging from his eyelashes, looking pitiful.

The burning hand suddenly stopped.

He remembered an old friend.

"..."

Then, he suddenly realized what he was doing now. After being stunned for a few seconds, he finally slowly put his hand down.

Really bad habits. He had forgotten that he had been reborn.

Now, nothing has happened, no big mistake has been made, and that person... is not dead. Why does he have to go down the old road again cruelly and rudely, he can obviously do it all over again.

He sat down, put one foot on the edge of the bed, and casually played with the broken pieces of porcelain in his hand. Suddenly, I saw greasy pancakes on the table, so I brought it over, peeled off the oiled paper, and bit into it, my mouth was full of crumbs, and my lips were shiny.

This cake is the characteristic of this tile, but it is actually not too delicious. Compared with the delicacies he has tasted later, it is like chewing wax, but after the tile is poured, the ink burns and never eats it again. Oil swirl cake. At this moment, the familiar taste of pancakes came back to the tip of the tongue through the rolling past.

Every time the ink burned, I felt that the unreal feeling of rebirth was a little less.

After eating the whole cake, he finally recovered from the initial confusion.

He was really reborn.

All the evil in his life, all the irreversible things, have not yet begun.

I didn't kill my uncles and aunts, I didn't slaughter all seventy-two cities, I didn't bully my teachers and destroy my ancestors, I didn't get married, I didn't...

Nobody is dead yet.

He smacked his mouth and licked his white teeth, and he could feel a tiny joy in his chest expanding rapidly, turning into a terrifying frenzy and excitement. During his lifetime, he was all-powerful, and he dabbled in the three major forbidden arts in the human world. The other two forbidden techniques are considered good, but only the last technique is "rebirth", even if he is extremely intelligent, he can't do it.

Unexpectedly, things that could not be asked for in life will come true after death.

All kinds of unwillingness, depression, loneliness in front of him, all these five flavors, are still in the chest, the scene of death and life is full of fire, and the scene of the army pressing down is still in front of you.

At that time, he really didn't want to live anymore. Everyone said that he was the lord of the dead, and everyone betrayed his relatives. In the end, he himself felt like a walking dead, too bored, too lonely.

But I don't know what went wrong. A heinous person like him, after his death, was able to get a chance to start all over again.

Why did he destroy Rong Jiu's face in order to avenge such an old personal revenge?

Rong Jiu is most greedy for money and loves money. Whoever prostitutes this meat for nothing, just walk in some money and punish him a little. Human life, he doesn't want to bear it for the time being.

"It's cheaper for you, Rong Jiu."

The ink burned and said with a smile, the fingertips exerted force, and the porcelain was thrown out of the window.

Then, he emptied all of Rong Jiu's delicate jewels and put them all into his pocket, so he could take his time and slowly pack himself up, and Shi Shiran left Wazi.

Uncle and aunt, cousin Xue Meng, Master, and...

Thinking of that person, Mo Ran's eyes softened instantly.

Brother, I am here to find you.

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Chapter 3

Hmm... Since my soul has returned, will the strong cultivation of the previous life also come back?

The ink burned to mobilize the magic spell and felt the surge of spiritual power in the body. Although it was abundant, it was not large. That is to say, his cultivation base has not been inherited.

But this is nothing, he is talented and intelligent, and his understanding is high. What's more, rebirth is a big happy event, even if there are some fly in the ointment, it is normal. Mo Ran thought about it, and quickly restrained his yīn darkness and fangs, like a fifteen-year-old boy, happily preparing to return to the sect.

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