Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei's Growth Life Simulator

The human body cannot withstand the backlash of such random sword moves!

The slightly embarrassed body was flying in the air.

Plop!

When he was unconscious, he fell heavily into the lake.

Crackling——!

The handle of the broken blade was pitch black, burning with sparks.

The blade was covered with fine lines, and the knife, on the verge of breaking, was nailed firmly to the cracked green boulder by the lake.

Ahem——!

The evil ghost with his chest gaping open couldn't help but spit out blood, which stained the swaying green grass sprouts by the lake.

It panted and gasped, and was stunned for a long time before it realized that it was not dead yet.

Fortunately, fortunately it’s not the Sun Blade.

The evil ghost swallowed in fear, then glanced viciously at the rippling lake:

"Damn kid, you are so lucky."

After falling from such a great height, he did not die but instead happened to land in the only lake near the town.

“But everything is coming to an end.”

The evil ghost murmured in a deep voice, with a gleam of gloating in his eyes.

There is nothing more painful than drowning!

That adult was right. Compared with ghosts, humans are indeed extremely fragile.

At least ghosts will never drown in the lake!

“Yes, it’s all over.”

A dull sound was heard, and before the evil ghost could turn around, a huge axe chopped its neck fiercely, leaving a smooth and deep axe mark on the bluestone.

The burning breath lingered around the neck, and the evil ghost's eyes were particularly blank.

The perception that gradually fluttered and dissipated in the air made it realize a reality.

Was killed.

The revolving lantern revolved, enumerating his sins.

I still remember vividly the marriages that were ruined by him.

Now think about it, isn't that something only scumbags would do?

The scholar in the dark space abandoned his inflated animal nature, and a glimmer of humanity returned to his eyes.

Words,

Why does he hate being looked down upon?

Why do they like to kill in one marriage after another?

Why is his blood magic based on blood?

Why does he, as a ghost, have only one eye and four arms?

As he pondered, the signs of the evil spirit slowly faded away, and the lost memories gradually returned.

At the moment of death, the scholar regained his memory as a human being.

A poor scholar was fishing by the lake in the small town, but accidentally cut his hands on the gravel.

The spilled blood dyed the expensive-looking white clothes of the passing girl red. It was the silk cloth she had torn off to bandage her wound.

The white was tinged with red, that was the first time he and her met.

Where did they meet?

It seemed to be here, right? Here where I died.

In reality, the blood-red eyes gradually burned and scattered, reflecting in front of the eyes and flashing in the past.

That night, the lake was shimmering and a warm bonfire was burning beside the bluestone.

A silly boy grilling fish on the shore and a smiling girl playing in the water in the lake.

Because she was distracted, the grilled fish was burnt black, and she seemed to be eating it with gusto at that time?

The stereotypical poor scholar was stunned at first sight and fell in love with the gentle and playful lady.

The stereotypical rich girl hates constraints and envies the free and easy life of the scholar.

Later, under the moonlight, she bet that he would be able to hold her hand in the future!

What about later?

The old-fashioned idea of ​​marrying someone of equal status, her family looked down on her because she had no power or influence.

The unreasonable family warrior, with a smug face, sarcastic eyes, and words full of contempt for ants, secretly hired someone to poke out one of his eyes.

The man in the suit. No, he no longer had to be afraid, because there was no longer any curse that bound him from calling him by his name.

The dark alley, the cold moonlight, the crying and cursing boy, the ghost dancing in the miserable moonlight, the playful gift.

He turned into a ghost and hid on the beam, watching her walk into the marriage hall. He no longer remembered anyone in the town, but he inexplicably longed to make this wedding bloody!

This bloody wedding will surely be unforgettable for everyone!

He didn't know at the time that this was an impulse brought about by the ghost blood.

Irresistible, undeniable, just like the only right thing to do is to kill!

But the strange yet familiar bride, her slightly red and sad eyes, and her looking around extinguished his desire for flesh and blood.

That look ignited the last bit of kindness in human nature, but also extinguished it, extinguishing his possibility and courage to see her again.

That was the last time humanity killed evil and gained the upper hand.

and after?

Later he seemed to have run away, and he ran away for more than ten years, but his persistent regret and the demon side given by Muzan eventually slowly distorted his humanity.

Human nature, animal nature, and devil nature.

Every day! Every day! Every day there is a fight!

pain!it's painful!

Hungry, struggling, giving up, accepting fate, killing, and eating people.

If you encounter a weak Demon Slayer Corps, kill them.

Encounter a powerful Demon Slayer Corps and run away.

But it seems that he didn't do anything good in his life as a ghost. He killed so many people, and he deserved to go to hell.

However, he seemed to have done some things that were difficult to distinguish between good and bad, relying on the lingering humanity.

He attends wedding after wedding, and when he senses something unusual, he eats the unfaithful groom or bride, but he cannot help but go on a killing spree under the stimulation of ghost blood.

And at the very end, after hearing the news that she was bullied and that the man wanted to take a concubine, even though she had lost her memory, she instinctively returned to the starting point.

Now that I think about it, was it intentional or unintentional that he fell from the beam and turned the wedding into a bloody mess?

Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s intentional or not, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s right or wrong.

In the darkness, the poor scholar, who had completely regained his youthful appearance, smiled calmly.

Humanity takes another step, toward the burning flames ahead.

What’s important is that no matter whether they were innocent or deserving of death, whether they did it intentionally or unintentionally, whether they were bestial or devilish, he ultimately killed too many people.

The blood on his hands told him that he had to go to hell to atone for his sins, which he didn't know whether he could redeem himself or not.

Mountain of knives, sea of ​​fire, and tongue-peeling.

Whatever punishment may come,

The only thing he can blame is that he never had the courage and ability to hold her hand in this life.

The only thing to blame is that he didn't die the night he was injected with ghost blood.

The only thing to blame is that he is just an ordinary person, without any divinity, and his only humanity cannot overcome the animal and devil nature.

With all helplessness, I can only turn to Amitabha Buddha.

"Are you leaving?"

Suddenly, a girl's clear voice sounded behind the scholar.

Even after more than ten years, the voice in my memory is still so familiar!

The scholar was shocked and turned back suddenly, his eyes filled with confusion and surprise:

"Why? Why are you here?"

Something in my heart stirred up waves of excitement, killing all rationality and rushing straight to my eyes.

My eyes suddenly felt sore!

"Why are you here too?"

"I've waited for you for more than ten years, but you never came back."

The lady-like girl played with the ends of her hair beside her ears, her little smile revealing a hint of playfulness, "That old bastard is going to cause trouble to other girls again today, so I am not happy today, um."

She pointed to the tip of her nose and thought for a moment, then smiled a triumphant smile.

"It just revealed everything that should and shouldn't be said."

"What about later?"

She pinched her dress and turned around, shrugged her shoulders, and pointed at her phantom body.

"As you can see, I'll come over later to see if I can find you here."

Ding--!

Readers and hosts who hide the power of dark monthly tickets, please listen to Sifei’s call.

(Stalk version)

Suddenly I remembered that a big guy in the group told me to recommend it and read it on Tuesday.

So it is okay to cultivate books. After all, cultivating small amounts of books is good for the mind, and it can be cultivated before the four non-Buddhist periods.

But according to Sifei's personal experience, it is a great book for healing, so readers should at least read it on Tuesday and click to the latest chapter to help Sifei advance and recommend it.

Chapter 52 He can definitely do it now!

She jumped to stand in front of the scholar, with her hands behind her back, her eyebrows curved and her head tilted:

"Hmm? Really, it's exactly the same as the first time I saw you, wanting to cry but holding it back, and inexplicably wanting someone to pick you up and take you home."

"Are you scared?"

The girl tiptoed gently and shook the scholar's head with her hand, as if she was coaxing a baby who had just returned home.

"Don't worry, even if it's hell, I will go with you, so don't be afraid."

"No, not at all."

The scholar kept repeating, muttering:

"I just suddenly understood why I grew four arms."

This is what he thought before he turned into a ghost - if two hands couldn't hold her, then four hands, would be enough?

"Needless to say, I have guessed the secret."

The girl ruffled the scholar's hair, put her arms around his neck and pressed down softly.

A kiss on her red lips, holding back his guilty and complicated hot tears,

The girl slowly reached out her hand and gently held the rough, ethereal hand, her face full of relief: