Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

When the sky turned gloomy, the people in the town had already hidden in their rooms.

In front of a farmer's window, the hostess held an embroidery plate in her hand and paused her needlework. She sighed, "It hardly rained at this time of year in previous years. Why is it so cloudy this year... What should I do with the crops in the field..."

The host lit a candle, and the dim candlelight illuminated the hut, bringing a hint of warmth. He nodded, "The weather is not good..."

From time to time, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky.

The rain fell on his face, and Jiang Chen closed his eyes.

The coolness penetrated from his face into his heart.

He took two steps, and the mud splashed on his feet. Xiaohu and the others shivered, and they were obviously a little scared when they saw him coming.

Jiang Chen walked up to them and said, as he did before when the school was over, "You should go home..."

After he finished speaking, he turned around.

Xiaohu blinked and pulled his sleeve, "Sir..."

Jiang Chen paused, "What?"

Xiaohu said, "Where are you going, sir?"

Where?

"... You'll know when you get there." He turned his head slightly, "Xiaohu, I killed someone."

Xiaohu smiled with his tiger teeth exposed, "But sir, they wanted to kill you first." If sir didn't resist, wouldn't he die?

"I'm leaving."

"Sister Xiaoya..."

"Leave it to your grandfather Feng." A green leaf appeared in his hand.

Xiaohu sorted out his mood and hugged him, "Thank you, sir. Sir, have a safe journey."

"Go home. The sir is watching you."

Xiaohu nodded and greeted the children, looking back every three steps.

A glimmer flashed in Jiang Chen's hand, and the number of times they looked back gradually decreased, until they never turned back again.

Jiang Chen stared at their backs as they jumped away in the rain.

Many times, forgetting some things makes you live happier. If someone must come to commemorate this good or bad time, then he will come.

The blazing flames swept across the land.

All the bloody corpses turned into ashes, and even the three souls and seven spirits did not escape.

At this moment, the soul lamps in Taiqing Sect were extinguished. Even the three lamps representing the status of the head elders could not escape this fate.

If you want to get something, you must be prepared to pay the price first. Since they have no ability to take Jiang Chen's life, they should expect that their end is to die here.

He raised his hand to lift the land and put Feng Ya in place.

A grave was erected.

It was pouring rain. Jiang Chen stood there, and after a long silence, he turned around.

Feng Ya came out and followed him.

Jiang Chen paused, without looking back, "Why don't you go to reincarnate quickly?"

Feng Ya shook her head, regardless of whether he could see it or not, "I want to accompany you."

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes. "I said, no need."

His figure was in a trance and left.

Feng Ya naturally couldn't catch up with his footsteps.

She looked at the sky and walked out.

She didn't dare to look back and see the bloody scene in the familiar town behind her.

After a long time, she finally saw his figure.

He turned his head slightly to look at her, his expression was hard to tell, and his tone was cold, "If you want to follow, just follow."

... Three years passed in a flash.

Fengya often went back to see Fengyun, until Xiaohu took care of Fengyun who had forgotten Fengya and passed away, and Fengya finally met him.

Fortunately, her grandfather did not blame her. "Xiao Ya'er, since you have this blessing, grandpa is relieved."

Jiang Chen handed over the ghost fairy Taoism to her, and now he has cultivated successfully.

"Grandpa..."

"Don't cry... Grandpa may be reincarnated in the future, and you will still need to take care of him... My dear granddaughter, why should you be sad? This moon has its ups and downs, and you should always look at it more open-mindedly."

Fengya is a completely different person from Jiang Chen.

How cold Jiang Chen's heart is, how warm her heart is.

Jiang Chen cherishes his life, and she also cherishes her life.

But Jiang Chen cherishes his life, and Fengya cherishes everyone's life.

They are completely opposite.

Because she has been a doctor who helps the poor and the needy since she was a child.

She will definitely save the wild flowers and rabbits in the mountains if she can.

If it were Jiang Chen, he would probably not even bother to give a wink.

There is no peace in this world. The strong prey on the weak. Jiang Chen is very clear about this principle.

The kinder you are, the easier it is to be gnawed to the bone.

However, Jiang Chen does not mind protecting her to the best of his ability. If he can protect her all the time, it will be fine, but often, the facts are not as people wish.

He looked down at the wound on his chest that was oozing blood, his face expressionless.

There is a saying that goes, lean on the mountain and the mountain will fall, lean on the water and the water will flow. She needs to grow up.

People often cannot always be naive. In this world, she may not be required to stand on the top and look down on everyone, arrogantly trampling everyone under her feet. However, the awareness and ability to protect herself cannot be absent.

The weak are often restricted and dominated.

Feng Ya led a chubby child in and said with a smile, "Young Master!"

He put on his clothes and stood up, his voice was not clear, "What did you pick up again?"

Feng Ya stared, "What do you mean by pick up? Save! I saved it!" She curved her eyes and patted his head, "A little tiger, isn't it cute?"

Jiang Chen finally moved his eyes to the child, took a quick look, and nodded, "Yeah."

He was able to stay.

This courtyard has been standing beside the lake for a long time.

Among them, pavilions, waterside pavilions, swimming fish and birds, green trees and red flowers, Jiang Chen never wronged himself.

At first there were only Jiang Chen, but later Feng Ya came back after picking up some inexplicable things, and the place became lively.

Feng Ya gave him a name, Xiaohu.

She has always been stubborn, and Jiang Chen can't force her to do anything. He is too lazy to object to anything she does.

In the blink of an eye, spring has turned to autumn again.

Blue gauze is flying around the water pavilion, pink and white lotus flowers are in full bloom on the lotus pond, the breeze blows, and the green leaves are swaying gently.

On a bluestone table, there is thick black ink next to the snow-white rice paper. Jiang Chen stood aside, holding a pen in his hand.

There is a guqin, as bright as new, placed on the stone bench next to it, but it has not played for several days.

Even Fengya didn't come back for a few days.

Jiang Chen held the pen and drew a pair of eyes on the table. He traced it, stared at it for a while, punched it, balled up the rice paper, and threw it aside.

Draw again.

Then repeat.

A pen broke in half.

Jiang Chen snorted and threw it into the lotus pond.

Even if she procrastinates a little longer and Feng Ya goes to collect medicine for the injuries of those kittens and shrimps, it’s time to come back. It seems that someone can't help showing off his fox tail.

The good thing is that he has been focusing on cultivating his body and personality in the past few years, and the original owner's unclear mess has lost sight of his true nature and started acting up again.

His figure disappeared.

Without the cover, the wind picked up a bit. The pen holder with the brush hanging on it shook, and a thin brush was completely blown down and hit the piano surface with a crisp sound.

Then he fell into the pond with the wind, without causing any ripples.

The body of the pen is engraved with several delicate hairpin flowers in small regular script, "Young Master Jiang Chen."

Jiang Chen searched for his scent and found him, just as she was fighting with the little tiger she had picked up.

He found a branch and stood on it. Well, let's see how far she has progressed in recent years.

Xiaohu said angrily, "Sister, you are a good person, why do you want to get involved with that old monster!"

"I believe him. Those were never his intentions."

Xiaohu hates that iron cannot become steel, "I am no better than him!"

Jiang Chen tilted his head.

Feng Ya frowned, "You are different."

"It's different! He kills people like crazy! But I have clean hands and feet! I never missed him by half!"

"I believe him, he killed all the people who deserved to die!"

Xiaohu gritted his teeth and said cruelly, "Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" He high-fived his hands, and with a dark wind blowing around him, he said, "This is the person you say your grandma likes the most!"

Feng Ya frowned, "Who are you! Who sent you! Why did you harm him!"

The ghost soldiers were hiding in the pitch-black armor, unable to see their true appearance.

They nodded and made a heart-wrenching sound of bones turning as they moved, trying to capture Feng Ya.

Jiang Chen raised his eyelids. If she can't deal with these small soldiers and generals, she will be ashamed of his teachings over the past few years.

Feng Ya didn't disappoint, knocking these uninvited guests to the ground with three strikes, five strikes, and two strikes.

Seeing this, Xiaohu gritted his teeth and took out a dagger from his arms. It was obviously attached to a Taoist spell, and the hand he held was scorched. "Then go to hell!"

Jiang Chen jumped down from the tree and shot out a long sword from his sleeve, breaking the man's wrist.

He held a black token and came out. Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes when he saw it, and a vine shot out and wrapped the token.

He collected the vines, looked at the token, and raised his eyebrows slightly. Sure enough, it was something from the old demon from Montenegro in his memory.

When Xiaohu saw him, his face showed a bit of fear, and he was about to run away. Jiang Chen chuckled, "Why is the kitten leaving in such a hurry?"

Although he only stayed with him for a year, Xiaohu was very aware of his unpredictable temperament. He didn't listen at all and ran away without looking back.

The curve of Jiang Chen's lips gradually flattened, "You want to leave? Have you asked me?"

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared with a roar.

The body of Xiaohu, who was running at full speed, froze, and his eyes suddenly widened. He stared blankly at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him. He lowered his eyes and saw a seemingly plain wooden sword pointed at his throat.

His face paled. "you……"

Jiang Chen stabbed with his backhand.

When Feng Ya saw his move, she immediately wanted to stop him, "No!"

Jiang Chen frowned, and Feng Ya came over stupidly, looking at the pool of blood.

"Little Tiger..."

As a doctor, she felt disgusted by blood stains for the first time, turned her head away, and felt nauseated.

"Why...have to kill him!"

Jiang Chen frowned.

Feng Ya said, "He has been restrained by you, why can't you spare his life?"

Jiang Chen finally spoke, "The spring breeze blows and life comes again."

The meaning of this sentence is obvious, because he is afraid of trouble and does not want to give the opponent a second chance...

Feng Ya closed her eyes, "You can cast a spell on him and strip away his memories. Why, why do you have to take one life after another?"

"Every life in this world is so precious. Even if you can enter reincarnation again, that person's life situation is no longer the same. Is that person still the same person? They are unique in each life. Young Master, Feng Ya knows that you have a lot of things in your heart, and you thought that if I stayed with you, you would change one day, but you are still so indifferent, how can you ask Feng Ya to persuade you. "

Indifferent? Liangchen felt calm in his heart. Every life is unique? Yes, they are all so unique.

It is unforgettable.

He leaned closer, "If I don't come today, you will die. Fengya."

He called her name seriously, "Fengya, the weak are always controlled and dominated." He paused for a moment, and said expressionlessly, "This is especially true for a naive weakling like you."

Fengya pursed her lips, "Fengya has always believed that more people in this world will be kind to others... There will always be more kind people..."

Jiang Chen frowned and interrupted her, "Because of my identity, I am destined to be evil to others."

"Is there no exception?"

Jiang Chen glanced at her, "Maybe, maybe not."

Fengya raised her foot to catch up with him. After a long time, Jiang Chen said, "You are too soft-hearted. You have to suffer a little loss before you can understand."

"If you suffer a loss later, and I happen to be away, you have to make your own decision. At that time..."

"Don't be as indecisive as you are today."