I am doing evil in the collapsed world

Su said seriously, but Kevin didn't care, "I think you are abnormal, Axia is just too kind."

"The golden light of morality behind me is almost turning into a golden wheel."

Xia laughed out loud.

The three little ones went home in style. Kevin thought Xia was joking, but he never thought that what Xia said was true...

The moral golden light behind Xia was almost turning into a golden wheel. As long as he pulled out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the looming moral golden light would appear behind his head. However, people who had not practiced it and did not have any Honkai energy in their bodies could not see it.

After practicing magic to this level, Xia Cai felt that his senior sister and the others would definitely not recognize him.

Originally, it was just about killing warriors to save some people, nothing special. Later, he collected souls, and Xia donated money to the Eden Foundation, and the souls of those dead Honkai disease patients were grateful to him. It was just a glimmer of morality.

But after Xia transferred the money he earned from music to the foundation and decided to donate to the orphanage, the golden light of morality finally took shape as a golden wheel. The looming shape of the golden wheel was like a star ring, without any decoration.

Perhaps only when you do good things will the shape of the golden wheel become fuller.

However, as a demon cultivator, the Heavenly Dao would definitely not help him. Xia felt that it was useless to cultivate this thing. He had no idea of any technique or magic that could be practiced with the Golden Wheel of Morality. This thing was just a decoration to him.

At most, it will increase your favorability in the eyes of those good people, who will think that you are handsome and want to get closer to you.

The most basic reason why the evil cultivators are suppressed by the righteous path is that the way of heaven really helps the righteous. If you do more good things, you can really gain inexplicable favor from the people around you and really start a harem. Although the speed of cultivation remains unchanged, luck and other invisible benefits are indeed increasing.

As for the magic cultivators, the speed of cultivation is fast. As long as they let go and have fun, there is no skill that they cannot achieve.

……

In the morning, Xia got up from the bed and touched the hilt of the sword. He looked at the time and found that it was already eight o'clock. Su didn't even call him to get up.

Alas, even Su can be lazy on Saturdays and Sundays.

Xia got up, changed his clothes and went out. He went into the kitchen, took out a bottle of sweet water from the refrigerator, opened it and drank a few sips, without going to wake Su and the others up.

Last night, Friday, the two of them played games until I don’t know how late it was.

Lao Deng, who is in his thirties, wants tolerance.

Of course, this is because Kevin and Su are other people's children. If they were your own family, I guess you wouldn't be so tolerant. It would be a blessing if they didn't beat you with a big whip or a small willow stick.

Xia was just thinking about it. He hadn't ejaculated yet, so having a child was just a thought.

Only a man who has never been an old man can think about the details of his own child with such surprise, just like only Chu Nan can think about a girl's body so carefully. The love imagined by those who have never been in love is the sweetest.

While drinking the sweet water, Xia fixed her hair in front of the mirror. She was not too happy with her hair that was almost covering her ears.

Either long hair or short hair, this kind of hair is almost covering the ears and is still thick, making him look like a very shy little boy. Especially when Xia shows that calm expression, walking next to Kevin and Su, he is just like a child being taken care of by two older brothers.

Even though the three of them are about the same height.

Hair has a great influence on temperament. Long hair like Su's is also good, and short hair like Kevin's is also good.

Xia thought about it and decided to keep her hair long since she was used to having long hair.

The body has reached the third level and is close to its peak strength. It will soon be in perfect harmony with my soul. It may be difficult to make my penis longer, but it is very easy to make my hair longer.

The crisp sound of snapping fingers was heard in the bathroom, and Shana's long hair, which reached her waist... and ankles, began to grow out.

Xia washed her hair and her hand paused for a moment on the comb left by her mother. She reached out and took it, but did not comb her hair for a long time.

Time seemed to stop here, the beeping of cars outside the window and the sound of the oxygen pump in the fish tank in the house gradually disappeared.

Xia looked at the comb in his hand and the photo of himself and his parents on the wall of the sink. For some reason, Xia, whose body and soul were about to merge, felt a little... inexplicable bitterness in his heart.

After twenty years in the demon world, the hatred between the demon sect and the righteous sect was as deep as the sea. When he returned to the modern era, his parents were no longer around.

The sadness of adults does not happen day after day, but in the ordinary daily life, they suddenly notice the belongings of their deceased parents, and holding those objects is like returning to the past.

Looking back now, I feel as if I am surrounded by loneliness in an instant, and my parents are no longer with me.

Xia washed her face, and water flowed down her face and out of the corners of her eyes.

Grabbing that comb is like grabbing the midsummer of the past.

Wipe your face clean, comb your hair, and return to reality to do your own thing.

Insert a long and thin comb into the bun on the head as a hairpin. Men's hairpins are generally longer, which is not considered ugly.

Although the person in the mirror doesn't look handsome, he does have a kind of ancient beauty.

Xia turned and left, "You once taught me to be a good person. A gentleman is judged by deeds, not by heart. Today I will donate 100 million to show you what I look like now."

Xia left and was secretly watched by many people along the way, but no one came over to ask anything out of curiosity.

It was cloudy and slightly chilly today, and Xia was walking down the street in a high-necked windbreaker with his hands in his pockets, looking completely different from his usual self.

He walked with confidence and a resounding voice, as if there was a bright future ahead.

Xia saw Mei wearing a sweater at the school gate.

Looking at Xia, who was wearing a high-necked windbreaker and pleated trousers, with his long hair fluttering in the wind but not messy, and his hands in his pockets, his handsome face had a touch of evil, but at first glance, one could tell that he was definitely not a bad person.

The confident steps and the sight of him walking with his head held high made Mei feel very amazed.

Mei covered her face with her hands and opened her mouth in shock.

"You, your hair, you changed your hairstyle and clothes, why do you suddenly look so much more handsome? Did you have plastic surgery?"

Mei walked over quickly and circled around Xia again and again, her eyes finally fixed on Xia's bun.

"Your hairpin looks like a comb."

Xia: "It's the comb my mother left behind."

"It really matches your hair. If you came to Changkong City to study abroad one day wearing this outfit and with this hairstyle, I guarantee that the prince of Changkong City would not be Kevin now, but at least you would be the prince."

Mei held Xia's hand and walked towards the subway station. "Strange, strange, strange, why didn't I notice it before? I always thought you looked very ordinary, at most a little bit good-looking. Change your hairstyle, change your posture, and you become a completely different person. Are you really not Xia's twin brother or younger brother?"

Xia raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but not much.

"Is your leg okay?"

It has been more than half a month since Mei broke her leg the last time she went to see Eden's concert with him.

Although Xia had disguised her recovery and made her feel less pain, the injury still needed time to heal. It should be almost healed by now.

"It's completely healed now. The scars have all fallen off. It's just a little ugly because it's all white."

Although it has healed, it still looks ugly. Mei even wants Xia to never remove the wound on her leg until it is invisible.

Xia: "I'll check it for you at noon. It won't leave any scars."

The eldest brother often breaks his body into pieces. If he were to be left with scars, he would probably be extremely ugly.

If you frequently injure your body, you will naturally have the ability to recover.

It’s just that Xia didn’t want to use Honkai energy to enter Mei’s body. Even if he had purified it himself, it would be okay for ordinary people, but it would definitely not be a good thing for Mei.

Mei has a high resistance to external Houkai energy, but a very low resistance to internal Houkai energy.

In other words, it is difficult for Mei to become a dead soldier, but it is very easy to get the Honkai disease.

As for demon cultivators, they are more delicate and can use their bodies to recover on their own. If you are not in a hurry, it is better to let the body recover on its own.

If you use a technique to repair an injury as soon as you are injured, it will cause a very serious problem. That is, the brain will think that it no longer needs to repair the injury. If you want to recover naturally from injury in the future, it will not be possible. You can only rely on soul power to stimulate the brain to restore normal functioning, and stimulation is required every time you are injured.

Demonic cultivation is very scientific, and cultivating immortals does not mean controlling every nervous system and every cell in your body.

The human body is like a collection of bugs. As long as you don't want to take the trouble to take charge of your breathing, heartbeat and other troublesome operations, it's best not to delve into it.

Entering the subway, Mei was curious, "Why wait until noon?"

Xia: "Because I don't want to hold your legs and touch them openly on the subway. Is that an acceptable excuse?"

As he spoke, Xia raised his hand and grasped the upper handle, but his action scared Mei.

Xia raised his eyebrows, "You don't really want me to do that, do you? Although I don't mind."

"Then let's wait until noon."

No longer discouraged.

Although it was Saturday, there were still a lot of people on the subway in the morning. The subway in the Far East was busy, which was unique. After all, it was a coastal city by the sea, so there were quite a lot of people.

The overtime work in the Far East is also well-known around the world. Mei was squeezed into Xia's arms, her eyes a little erratic, and she turned her head and pretended to be in a daze.

Xia put his arm around Mei's waist, holding her in his arms, and moved closer to the door. Because of Xia's outstretched arms, Mei was not squeezed.

Her earlobes were red, and she said nothing.

The station arrived soon. Xia pulled Mei off the bus. Mei, holding her shoulder bag, followed Xia like a bad girl, stepping on the ground and walking out of the subway station onto the road.

The high-necked sweater paired with low-waisted pants makes Mei's legs look longer, and the single ponytail makes her look more mature than her usual self, like a girl in her twenties who has already started working, but she is still very beautiful.

She walked behind Xia, one meter away from him, neither too close nor too far away. She didn't look like someone who came out with Xia to donate money to the children in the welfare home. Instead, she looked like a little girl from the Far East who had a quarrel with her boyfriend.

Xia put one hand in his pocket and stretched the other hand behind him, and let out a long sigh of relief. According to their current speed, they probably wouldn't be able to collect the fingertip blood of those two thousand children today. If he didn't help Mei, Mei would dawdle behind him.

Mei snorted lightly, slung her bag over her shoulder with a bit of arrogance, reached out to take Xia's hand, walked to his side and walked away.

"You know you don't know the way now. Did you finally understand my importance at the crossroads?"

Mei stood at the traffic light waiting for Xia's response.

Xia: "I just think you're walking too slowly. Do you need me to carry you?"

Mei: "Hug me if you want."

Mei opened her arms, as if asking for a hug. Xia thought for a moment and decided that hugging her would be awkward, so she decided to just carry her on her back. Mei turned around and patted her shoulders, "Come on up."

Although I didn't originally want Mei to go to the welfare home with me, but since Mei said she was coming and had even prepared the location of the Changkong City Sanatorium, I still had to accept this favor. It made sense for me to carry her on my back and she would show me the way.

Mei patted Xia's shoulder and walked past him. "Next time, I'm not that tired yet. Hurry up, the traffic light is about to end. Just turn a corner and walk a few dozen meters. There are forty children in this orphanage. It's a small orphanage. There are only about thirteen thousand orphans in the welfare homes in Changkong City. If you want two thousand, the welfare homes alone won't be enough."

The road was almost out of the city, and Xia Du could already see the wheat fields near the subway station.

Following Mei to the orphanage, Xia spoke with the director about the donation, then met all the children, some of whom were over ten years old and had a harder time.

But more than thirty drops of blood were acceptable, so Xia donated five million.

Then, Xia followed Mei around the suburbs of Changkong City for the whole morning. After visiting the small orphanages in the suburbs, they went to the larger orphanage. Xia felt that Mei prepared the plan based on the number of people in the welfare home, rather than the distance.

After collecting more than 300 drops of the child's blood in the morning, it was time for lunch. Mei found a small stall, sat on a stool, took off her shoes, and patted her ankle as if she was still in pain.

Xia looked at Mei's feet and shoes, and immediately realized that Mei's shoes were a little small, about one size smaller.

He sat next to Mei and put her feet on his lap.

Mei: “Hey, what are you doing?”

Xia: "I told you this morning I'd help you with your scar at noon. Did you forget?"

After hearing Xia's explanation, Mei finally felt relieved and said a little embarrassedly: "I walked a little far and I sweated a little."

Xia nodded, took out the perfume that Mebius had left behind when he left, and sprayed it on Mei's feet.

Mei swore that she was just a little bit away from blushing.

Xia used a tissue to wipe Mei's feet clean, and then treated her outer skin. He also rubbed her ankles. Mei felt her legs suddenly feel better.

Although the other leg was not injured, Mei still lifted her leg and placed it on Xia's thigh, turning her head to look at the shop owner making ramen, as if it was not intentional.

Xia sprayed some perfume on Mei and gave her a massage before putting her feet down.

Xia went to the roadside stall owner to find out the location of the faucet and went there to wash his hands.

Mei also came over and washed her hands.

"Your perfume smells so familiar, have you ever worn this perfume before?"

After washing her hands, Mei got a tissue from Xia to wipe her hands and made small talk.

"She left Mebius's perfume at my house because she forgot to take it with her when she left. I figured I'd bring it along anyway since I was going out anyway. Maybe I'd need it someday, so here I am."

"No, no, no, I have definitely smelled this on you."

Mei shook her head repeatedly. Her nose was very sensitive and she must have smelled it on Xia.

Could it be that...

"When Mobius lived in my house, he slept in the master bedroom. That was the room I lived in after my parents died."

Maybe it was the smell that I picked up at that time, but it doesn’t matter.

I went back to the roadside stall to eat ramen. The ramen at the suburban roadside stall was actually better than the one in the store near the school, and it was cheaper.

Mei ate a big bowl, Xia ate two bowls, and after paying, they took a rest under the big umbrella of the roadside stall. People coming and going were all long-distance truck drivers who came here to eat.

Seeing Mei and Xia, two young people, sitting here, I felt a little strange and looked at them a few more times.