Am I doing something wrong while playing games in another world?

Looking at the dream weapon he obtained for the first time after coming to this dungeon, for some reason, Le Xing's ambition has not fluctuated. Is it worth being happy to obtain a powerful enough weapon from an acquaintance who is temporarily considered a friend?

The skill introduction of "Dream Arms: Broken Heart" is too pathetic. What does it mean to say "He is living alone in pain, and if he dies, it will be the pain of many relatives, so he lives alone in pain"?

People should be less pathetic~

He watched Jing Chu flying over in a hurry, and Le Xingye reluctantly showed a sad smile. He could feel that the He Qin he was familiar with had suddenly gone far, far away.

He didn't like this feeling of loss: "Why are you here?"

His voice was stiff, and he didn't have much desire to communicate with Jing Chu. The expression on Jing Chu's face was also very ugly, and he whispered:

"On my way here, I saw Master, Uncle Master, you two?"

"Why are you asking so many questions~" Le Xingye said calmly, "Wait until tomorrow, and you will know what the situation is."

Jing Chu fell silent, looking at Yang Yitan who was looking at him with narrowed eyes, and shook his head: "Uncle, you seem to be very sad now."

Le Xingye looked at the buildings at the Negative Sword Gate at the foot of the mountain from a distance, and sneered after a while: "No, I just think that this is really a damn era, in every sense of the word."

Jing Chu shrank his head, and his uncle became angry again.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, and finally a small square wooden box appeared in his hand from the ring on his hand. He walked over and put the small wooden box in Le Xingye's hand:

"Uncle Yitan, I helped you get the Baixiang Pill from Wanhua Valley. The senior sister in Wanhua Valley is very nice. As long as I can defeat her, I can take away the Baixiang Pill given to her by the sect.

She is indeed a bit powerful, but fortunately, I won the battle, and after taking Bai Xiang Dan, my uncle's strength, which was difficult to recover due to injuries in the early years, should be improved."

Le Xingye watched intently as Jing Chu pressed the small wooden box firmly into his palm, squeezed his fingers tightly, and sighed: "Jing Chu, it's not necessary."

"Uncle Master, I just think that if your body recovers from your injuries, like this, like this."

His voice gradually became lower: "If you like it this way, maybe you will feel a little better."

"Maybe!" Le Xingye reached out and patted Jing Chu's head. Only then did he realize that the height of this kid, whom he hadn't seen for several years, was almost catching up with him. He shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"I just hope that you will not be like your master and He Qin in the future, so that you can..."

His voice was a little hoarse, and the fine snow on the branches would also be melted by anger, right?

"Only in this way can you take a different path from those of your predecessors."

There was an inexplicable sadness in Le Xingye's voice, which made Jing Chu a little uncomfortable. After a while, he came back to his senses and said:

"You, go down the mountain as soon as possible. I want to stay here for a while tonight. You are all far away from where I started. I will naturally go down to find you tomorrow."

Seemingly seeing that Le Xingye's mood was a little normal, Jing Chu hesitated for a while and said softly: "Okay, uncle."

-next day-

He Jingchi summoned all the disciples to the front of the hall. They stood on both sides of the hall and whispered, while He Jingchi sat on the main seat at the top, holding the armrest of the chair tightly with his right hand, as if he was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

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The people who were still noisy seemed to have noticed the strange atmosphere at the scene. From whispering in front of the hall as usual, they gradually lowered their voices.

For a long time, He Jingchi seemed to wake up from his sleep, and uttered two cold words: "Lie down and teach in person, who among the inner and outer disciples is not here?"

An Qingxue took a step forward and said: "Master, senior brother, he is still resting on the bed. I sigh that every time we find someone else, uncle."

Hearing An Qingxue's recovery, He Jingchi finally opened his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "Oh, that's all, that guy probably doesn't feel well now."

"He Jingchi, who has a stereotyped look of being stubborn to death, is now in this situation. It's really boring."

Le Xingye walked slowly from outside the door, walked to the door, and sat down on the door rail: "What do you want to do if you sent me a terminal so early and asked me to come over?"

"Give him a card." He Jingchi said calmly, "We can't let him be homeless after leaving. Let him -"

There was a slight tremor in his voice: "Put his tablet on the table!"

Le Xingye glanced at He Jingchi complicatedly, and finally sighed in a low voice: "Does this make sense?"

"It's already late, but no matter how late it is, it's better than doing nothing. You... put him up!"

He Jingchi did not wait for Le Xingye's consent, and decisively placed a wooden sign in Le Xingye's hand, then turned and walked to the main seat, turned around, and said to the disciples present:

"Here, I would like to apologize to you first. As the head of a direct sect of the Dao Alliance, it is a sin to fall in love with a demon clan.

I knew clearly that my wife was ill after giving birth, but because of the battle against the demon army outside the pavilion, I was not able to see her before her death. My family and country were not safe, all because I was weak. This is a second crime."

He took a deep breath and barely showed a trace of relief on his face:

"If you raise a son who is a half-demon, you fail to teach him well. If you raise a son without teaching him, it is the father's fault. This is one of the three sins.

It's just that he couldn't save his son, so that his son He Qin formed two consciousnesses in his body. Yesterday, your senior brother's demon consciousness has completely dissipated, and he will fall into reincarnation forever. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, all because of

That ridiculous dignity is the fourth sin.

Here, I also hope that I will remember this moment and not commit the regretful thing again. Also, I want to send my half-disappeared son to the ancestral hall. Who agrees and who opposes."

The disciples inside and outside the field were all stunned. They didn't understand what happened. They just felt that what their master said contained a lot of information.

Most of the direct disciples looked worried. When everyone looked at it, they immediately thought that when everyone was whispering just now, several direct disciples remained silent from beginning to end. They must have known the news a long time ago.

In the silence of everyone, He Jingchi waved his hand: "In that case, just sigh and send Qin'er's tablet to the ancestral hall!"

Le Xingye quietly glanced at the tablet, which read: "The 31st generation disciple of the Negative Sword Sect, He Qin (demon)."

There was a sharp and familiar sword intent on it, and anyone who saw it could tell at the first glance that it was carved by He Jingchi himself.