I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

Later, the young man named Feng Xuan no longer existed in the world.

He often asked himself if he regretted massacring the village where he was born.

Will you be sad for the death of Chunlan?

Do you regret having gone astray?

His answers are always surprisingly consistent.

No.

He has no regrets.

So he added the word "bu" in the middle of his name.

After leaving the village, he thought he could control his own destiny.

But actually it doesn't.

The village was too small, and only after he got outside did he realize how insignificant he was.

He has been struggling for many years and has always wanted to make a career.

Unfortunately, not long after he left the isolated mountain village, he unknowingly joined the Blood Luo Sect.

In the first few years after entering the Blood Luo Sect, he tasted the sweetness of cultivation.

He enjoyed his identity as a monk and the feeling of being superior to ordinary people.

As a demon cultivator, he can release the malice in his heart at will.

Due to his outstanding performance, he was promoted quickly in the Xueluo Sect and became an inner disciple in just a few years.

Later, he joined the Wanghe Sect as an undercover agent.

In order to work undercover, he needs to play the good guy.

Although he was very reluctant, he had to put down his butcher knife and be a good person.

So he put on a hypocritical mask and wore it for most of his life.

During this period, he used his identity to bring a lot of information to the Blood Romans.

The disciple of Wanghe Sect, who was on friendly terms with him just a moment ago, was captured by the evil cultivators of Xueluo Sect who were ambushing in the Qiaomen Mountain area, probably because of the information he sent out.

He repeated this kind of thing countless times.

Once, he took five of his fellow apprentices to the Qiaomen Mountain area for training.

According to the plan, they would be attacked by demonic cultivators on their way back.

Because he was afraid that if all five of his fellow brothers and sisters failed to return, it would arouse the sect's suspicion, so he picked out one of his fellow brothers and let him live.

That junior fellow was so stupid that he didn't even realize he was being cheated.

He returned to the sect with his seriously injured junior brother.

Because he was poor, this Dongfang Junior Brother was reluctant to spend spirit stones to recuperate in the infirmary, so he asked him to take him to find a certain girl.

"My sister can bandage wounds. She knows some basic medical knowledge. Let her take care of me for a few days and I should be fine." The honest and simple Dongfang Liang said with a silly smile.

That day, Feng Buxuan met Yang Siqin for the first time.

When he saw her for the first time, he saw the shadow of another girl in her.

There was the same clear stupidity in her eyes.

His memory brought him back to that not-so-beautiful little mountain village.

He recalled a memory that he had forgotten.

"Big brother, I'm grown up now. Can I marry you?" Chunlan smiled happily. The girl always showed her big white teeth when she smiled, giving people a sunny feeling.

He then remembered that when he was young, he had actually developed a vague affection for the little girl who first showed kindness to him.

Unfortunately, he did not respond to the girl and said goodbye to her forever.

Feng Buxuan held his Dantian and murmured, "Chunlan~"

At that time, Dongfang Liang and Yang Siqin both looked at him.

In fact, the two were still immersed in the joy of reuniting after surviving the disaster and did not hear clearly what he said.

Feng Buxuan just said goodbye to them awkwardly.

He saw the shadow of Chunlan in Yang Siqin.

In fact, they don't look alike, but there is something similar in their eyes.

Perhaps it was just this reason that made him stare at Yang Siqin for a long time.

He also didn't expect that this meeting with Yang Siqin would change his life.

Chapter 258 The Best Revenge

After being brought by Dongfang Liang to meet Yang Siqin for the first time, Feng Buxuan often had nightmares.

He always dreamed that Chunlan appeared in front of him covered in blood.

The girl still looked as she did at fourteen, the year she died.

The girl in his dream had skin as pale as paper, and her abdomen was so open that he could even see her internal organs.

The wound was still bleeding, and she staggered, muttering like a demon: "Big brother, my stomach hurts~"

The girl's voice is soft and sweet, the kind that can really arouse the desire of the opposite sex to protect her.

But when he saw this scene, all he felt was fear.

"Don't come over. It's not me who will kill you. It's not me." Feng Buxuan had a guilty conscience and he shouted in fear.

He was clearly a cultivator, but when he was in the dream, he could not use any of the cultivator's methods, and he was powerless in the face of such a nightmare.

Originally, he thought that he could use Chunlan's spiritual roots with peace of mind, and he would not regret his original choice.

But since the memory was brought back, he found that there was still some self-blame hidden deep in his heart.

What would have happened if he had answered his beloved girl when Su Qingshan asked him about his choice?

Although he repeatedly avoided his feelings for Chunlan and always denied that he had any feelings for her.

But when he thought about it later, he realized that the most relaxing period in his life was when he was accompanied by the silly girl Chunlan.

We only realize the value of something when we lose it. This is probably a common problem for many human beings.

As he woke up from nightmares again and again, his conscience was condemned again and again.

Wrong, he did it wrong.

But it was too late, Chunlan was dead and she would never come back.

Su Qingshan killed her.

No, it should be herself who killed her.

An unprecedented sense of self-blame made Feng Buxuan unable to calm down.

For a period of time afterwards, he wandered around the sect like a walking corpse.

Before he knew it, he arrived at the Miscellaneous Peak where the menial disciples were.

As if by some strange coincidence, he met the girl among the errand disciples again.

However, he just looked at her from afar and didn't have the courage to go up and meet her.

Since then, he rarely has nightmares.

Later, whenever he had free time, he would come to the Miscellaneous Peak and just watch the girl from afar. It even became a habit.

It seemed that as Yang Siqin's face was engraved in his memory, Chunlan's appearance would gradually become blurred in his mind.

Unfortunately, he was not the only one who came to visit Yang Siqin.

Occasionally, he would see Dongfang Liang coming to see Yang Siqin.

The honest junior, perhaps instigated by his fellow apprentices, would sometimes stutter and utter clumsy love words to the woman, which he could clearly have learned from others.

But even so, Yang Siqin was still coaxed around by him.

Feng Buxuan always felt that if it were him, he should perform better.

However, he never took that step.

Many years later, he received an invitation, which turned out to be Dongfang Liang and Yang Siqin's wedding.

When he saw the red invitation, he was struck by lightning.

Why? Why is this happening?

He found that the figure of this woman had been lingering in his mind, but now she was going to marry someone else.

This made him suffer internally.

He still went to attend the banquet for the two newlyweds.

At the banquet, he got drunk and passed out.

Unfortunately, no one understood his feelings.

He has lacked love since childhood and lacks trust in others.

When he meets a girl he likes, he is always anxious and hesitant, always worried whether the other person's love has some purpose.

But when he realized that Yang Siqin was a simple-minded woman, she had already married someone else.

This made him feel extremely regretful.

But she is already married, what can he do?

Maybe he will never get true love, and he may be destined to be lonely all his life.

If that's the case, he might as well forget about the girl.

But fate played a joke on him.

It was the second year of Dongfang Liang and Yang Siqin’s marriage.

The Xue Luomen’s stronghold in the Eastern Region welcomed a new leader.

He was a skinny old man who looked like a skeleton.

He is known as the Wuhu Fafa, and is said to be second only to the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter in the Xue Luo Sect.

In order to strengthen control over the demon cultivators in the stronghold, he branded everyone here.

Of course he is no exception.

Before the arrival of the guardian Wu, the demon cultivators in the Xueluo Sect's eastern stronghold were still very disorganized.

After he arrived, the demon cultivators here gradually became popular. The performance of the demon cultivators in various positions increased rapidly.

But fortunately, he was an undercover agent and didn't need to stay in that underground base all the time.

But after getting that red mark, he had to get used to the fact that someone might be supervising him at any time.

As a result, the fact that he often peeked at Yang Siqin was also discovered by the guardian ghost.

That’s right, even after marriage, Feng Buxuan would still find opportunities to peek at Yang Siqin.

Unfortunately, during that period, he was not even considered a backup because the girl had no idea that someone was paying so much attention to her.

At that time, his feelings for Yang Siqin were still one-sided.

Even though she was married, he still wanted to protect her in his own way.

Later, he stayed in Wanghe Sect for a long time, and the hostility in his heart was gradually worn away.

He often thought that being a righteous monk was actually quite comfortable.

Unlike the demon cultivators in the Eastern Region, they don’t have to hide all day long.

Gradually, he began to like Wanghe Sect.

He actually developed a sense of belonging here, which was something that Xue Luomen had never given him.

When he was in Xue Luomen, he even had to constantly be on guard against backstabbing by his colleagues, or pay attention to his words and actions at all times so as not to offend his superiors.