Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 857 [Extra: Master Zero’s Perspective 2]

He has been reincarnated for eleven lives, each time becoming more and more boring. Because his power is so powerful, in the following lives, his memory will return to the original state even before he dies.

Once his memory is restored, all the "relatives and friends" around him become the paper man in the game. He works tirelessly and out of place to complete one game after another in which he is the only one.

So on the 12th day, Zhan Taiyan told himself that this was the last time.

The last time will completely end this increasingly boring reincarnation game.

However, something unexpected happened this time.

The day I met Mo Wuhen was the beginning of winter.

An assassin dressed in black broke into his medicine shop and rummaged through the cabinets. This was what he encountered when he entered the medicine hall with a candle and his middle coat closed.

In the blink of an eye, the cold dagger was pressed against his neck, and the man behind him spoke in a cold tone.

"I tell you the name of the medicine. If you dare to say one more word while you are looking for the medicine, I will kill you."

Kill you.

Perhaps these three words touched a certain nerve in Zhan Taiyan. The divine power gathered in his palms dissipated, his arms dropped, and he nodded lightly. In this life, he didn't even bother to erase his memory, and just fabricated the identity of a doctor and opened a family doctor.

Pavilion.

If I could kill him, he would be extremely grateful.

When the assassin mentioned the fifth herb, the man who had been silent for a long time spoke up for the first time.

"The Golden Pavilion herbal medicine is very effective. You have lost too much blood and your internal organs are deficient. It is not suitable to use such strong medicine. It is better to use Sanyangchun instead."

He was actually thinking seriously about an assassin who kidnapped him.

The blade on his neck paused for a moment, and after a while a voice came:

"Just use golden pavilion grass."

He does not know the efficacy of Sanyangchun.

Zhan Taiyan lowered his eyes to look for medicine.

It seems that he is still a very wary little wolf cub.

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The second time we met was in the alley at the back door of the hospital.

This time he did not wear a mask, revealing a childish but sharp face. The young man lay dying at the back door of the pharmacy, with a severe wound on his stomach, as if he had been disemboweled.

Their eyes faced each other, and snowflakes were falling.

Zhan Taiyan sighed, it turned out to be a half-grown child.

The officers and soldiers who were searching in the distance came closer and closer holding torches. They bent over him and took him back to the hospital.

When applying medicine to him, Zhan Taiyan discovered that the child's body was covered with large and small wounds, some old and new, and six fatal penetrating wounds.

People who lick blood with the tip of a knife like this are most likely to have been trained as death warriors by someone's family since childhood.

After taking his pulse, Zhan Taiyan pondered for a moment and said seriously.

"You don't care about your body. If you want to die faster, I can give you a ride."

He knows his temperament, and he will never listen to nice words.

As expected, the little wolf cub looked wary, and his muscles all over his body were tense.

Strangely enough, he couldn't explain why he subconsciously ran towards the hospital when he was seriously injured. Maybe it was because this "good bad doctor" really had his best interests at heart.

He went back and checked out Sanyangchun. It was indeed a mild and blood-replenishing medicine. Its efficacy was similar to that of Golden Pavilion Grass, but its price was three times more expensive. Only powerful officials and wealthy families would choose Sanyangchun between the two.

Mo Wuhen had seen too many monsters and monsters, and he never believed that there was a so-called "good man" in this world. The only explanation for using such expensive medicine on an assassin who held him hostage was that the doctor was really afraid of death.

But since he was afraid of death, why did he take the risk of being wanted by the whole city to rescue him who was completely incapacitated?

After thinking about it, Mo Wuhen came to a conclusion——

I'm afraid this doctor is mentally ill.

It was this "sick-brained" doctor who brought him back from the brink of death time and time again. As time passed, Mo Wuhen once again came to a conclusion -

"No matter how seriously injured he is, as long as he goes to the hospital, he can save himself."

Because of this idea, the next time he went on a mission, he made a mistake and took advantage of it. The final result was that he was successfully promoted, but the price was that his legs were almost amputated and he lay in bed for two months.

The always talkative and gentle doctor stared at him for a long time and added a little white powder to the medicine. Because of this little powder, Mo Wuhen ran to the toilet more than twenty times a day and almost collapsed.

"I said, if you want to die, I can give you a ride."

Facing his accusation, a man in long robes, with flowing white clothes and an indifferent expression, looked aloof and independent, as if he would become an immortal in the next second.

Because of this lesson, when Mo Wuhen faced a dangerous situation again, he no longer wanted quick success and chose a "moderate strategy".

The subordinates looked as if they had seen a ghost, as if he had undergone such a big change and was more strange and scary than the enemy opposite him.

Mo Wuhen pretended not to know what his subordinates were talking about behind their backs, but secretly made a note for Zhan Taiyan in his mind, planning to come to him to settle accounts after finishing the task at hand.

Half a month later, he hid in his sleeves the century-old blood Ganoderma lucidum that he had spent 80% of his reward to get back from an old doctor during the mission. He planned to bully this "good old doctor" first, and then when he was about to get angry, he would

Take out this Blood Linzhi to coax people.

Thinking of this, he walked briskly and came to the alley again. Unexpectedly, what he saw was rotten vegetable leaves on the ground. The door of the usually tidy medical center was splashed with dazzling red paint, which read -

"Unscrupulous doctor, give back my son's life"!

In his mind, it was always spotless. The sleeves of the white robe that he had peeked at many times were stained with a dirty dark yellow liquid for the first time.

People on the street covered their mouths and noses and pointed at Zhan Taiyan. Mo Wuhen's brain exploded with a buzzing sound, and murderous aura could not stop pouring out.

People later said that his murderous appearance that day frightened many people, but it was Zhan Taiyan, the protagonist, who dragged him by the wrist to the hospital with an indifferent expression.

"I don't know where such a thin person can get such strength..."

After this incident, Mo Wuhen finally discovered Zhan Taiyan's shortcomings——

He's so nice.

A good-tempered person is easily bullied.

On the day of the medical incident, if he had not saved the little girl who was knocked down by the crowd of spectators, he would not have been splashed all over.

Looking at the man who was falsely accused of being a quack but calmly prepared the medicine, Mo Wuhen went out with his sword expressionless in the middle of the night.

Within a few days, everyone in the city knew that a man comparable to a "mad dog" had appeared in Master Zhantai's medical clinic, and no one dared to cause trouble to the medical clinic anymore.

As the days passed, Mo Wuhen still suffered injuries from time to time.

On New Year's Eve, everyone happily went home to reunite. The usually bustling streets of Chang'an were deserted. Mo Wuhen wandered around for a while against the snow, and finally turned around and went to the hospital.

All the doors of the shops on Chang'an Street were closed, except for the medical clinic, which had one door open, as if it was waiting for someone. The warm yellow candlelight slanted on the snow at the door, reflecting a warm halo.

He stepped in and saw a man as gentle as jade, wearing a white fox fur cloak and loose black hair, sitting next to the fire. The red stove in front of him was boiling wine, making a "gurgling" sound as it boiled.

Cooking wine in the red stove at night, returning home on a snowy night.

He suddenly remembered the snowy night of last year's New Year's Eve, when he failed to assassinate King Duan and was chased and surrounded by officers and soldiers. In order to survive, he had to break into a medical hospital to search for medicine, and he also kidnapped a silly doctor who was a kind-hearted doctor.

Before I knew it, a year had passed.

His mouth was a little bitter: "Are you waiting for someone?"

Zhan Taiyan looked at him with a smile:

"People are already here."

………

"That's why I said he was stupid. He managed to live to this day, but he lost his life in vain for a woman from a brothel whom he had only known for three months."

After drinking for three rounds, Mo Wuhen finally couldn't help but speak.

"Knowing that it was a trap, he still went there. As early as when he entered the industry, he knew that people like us should not have weaknesses, but he still knowingly did it..."

The person he mentioned, named Fang Yanshan, was a group of dead soldiers like him. The master they followed became more and more ambitious and insisted on fighting for the throne, so more and more of their group of dead soldiers died.

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In the past two years, only Fang Yanshan and him were left, but now, Fang Yanshan is gone.

Mo Wuhen is not worth it for him. Those who can live to this day are said to have a hundred lives. Only they themselves know the hardships.

Zhan Taiyan poured him a pot of wine and said silently:

"You are not a fish, you know how happy a fish is."

Mo Wuhen drank it all in one gulp, put the glass on the table and looked up at him.

"The reason why I am alive today is not because I am strong in martial arts, but because I am selfish enough."

When he went on a mission, everyone was hungry in the underground passage for three days and three nights. He was the first to raise a knife and slash the corpse of his companion.

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Early in the morning, when Mo Wuhen was about to leave, the heavy snow outside the window had stopped.

The long reunion night that I most disliked in the past flew by unexpectedly this time.

"Your wine is not fragrant enough. Just wait, and I will bring you a jug of good wine on New Year's Eve next year."

Zhan Taiyan smiled and said yes, but this time, the two of them did not wait for the snowy New Year's Eve.

At the end of the autumn of the eleventh year of Tianbao, the Sui King raised his flag to rebel. As a dead soldier of the Sui Prince's palace, Mo Wuhen was immediately involved.

When Zhan Taiyan retrieved the person from the mass grave, the handsome young man's face was scratched beyond recognition.

This time, he couldn't save him.

Looking at the young man's cold body, he stretched out his hand to close his eyes. At this moment, he once again thought of Si Zhongkang and the little fox at the foot of Nanshan.

Another three months passed, just when Zhan Taiyan was about to close the medical clinic and leave the human world, the hussar general who had followed the Sui King to serve the dragon suddenly came to the door with a jug of wine.

"If he were still alive, this position would have been his."

He is Mo Wuhen's subordinate and has followed him for thirteen years.

"He cherished this jar of wine very much when he was alive. I thought that you are the person he would protect even to the death. Instead of wasting this jar of wine, I might as well give it to you. He knows it well and will be happy just thinking about it."

Zhan Taiyan was stunned for a moment: "What does it mean... to protect someone even to the death?"

The general was also stunned: "So you don't know..."

It was that night that Zhan Taiyan realized that Mo Wuhen did not have to die.

"Originally, we had withdrawn to a safe area outside the city, but someone leaked the news that the second prince sent a team of men to capture you. After hearing this, he finally chose to return to the city."

"He originally killed all the assassins sent by the second prince single-handedly, but he was unlucky and happened to meet another group of forbidden troops from the second prince..."

"When a dead soldier is captured, there are always only two consequences, death, or life worse than death. He knows too many secrets of the Sui King. The second prince's people will definitely arrest you and threaten him to speak, so Wuhen did not choose to be captured without mercy, but chose

A bloody fight to the end..."

Most of the Second Prince's men were killed and injured before his life was spared. Out of anger, the Second Prince did not let him keep the whole body.

After Zhan Taiyan listened to all this quietly, what flashed in his mind was the wise and calm look of the young man on New Year's Eve last year.

"The reason why I am alive today is not because I am strong in martial arts, but because I am selfish enough."

But this time, why couldn't I be selfish to the end?

………

The more immortal you are, the more taboo you are about cause and effect.

Because of his life, Zhan Taiyan decided to give him another life and protect him for the rest of his life.

The thirteenth life went very smoothly. Mo Wuhen was reincarnated as the young master of the Zhongming Dingshi family. He was loved by thousands of people and lived a carefree life. Zhan Taiyan quietly became his guard, watching him grow from

The three-year-old baby is growing into a familiar figure day by day.

The biological father of this body is busy with his affairs, so Zhan Taiyan plays the role of father instead.

He taught him martial arts and sword practice, taught him how to read and write, and examined each of his subjects; he took him boating on the lake, accompanied him to choose clothes, bought him paper lanterns and candied haws, and recorded his height every year.

As long as the young master wants something, even if it is a born star, he can pick it off.

………

On the day when the young master passed away, Zhan Taiyan returned to his Fuhua Ridge.

The debt he owed in the human world has been paid off. Logically speaking, he should return to the divine realm and become his king of gods.

Obviously no one would visit Fuhua Ridge for three to five years, and Zhan Taiyan had long been accustomed to this. But when he sat under the peach tree, facing a table of black and white chess pieces, for the first time in his life, he felt that Fuhua Ridge was too quiet.

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He rubbed his brows and resisted the urge to open his eyes to peek into the human world.

This shouldn't be the case.

The bond will only get deeper and deeper.

He has always understood this principle best if he should continue to make judgments and suffer chaos instead.

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Only this time, instead of looking for trouble, trouble came to him.

The secret place he had left in the fairy world during his reincarnation was disturbed.

Such a secret realm is always reserved for those who are destined to have it. Out of curiosity, Zhan Taiyan finally opened his eyes.

With just one glance, he recognized Mo Wuhen in the crowd. He was dressed in immortal bones and had cultivated to the golden elixir stage, but he was able to break through the secret realm barrier of his Mahayana stage.

Zhan Taiyan didn't notice it himself, there was a faint proud smile in his eyes.

"It's not a Baijiao."

It was also on this day that he changed his mind. Since he couldn't come to him, let him come to him.

He has a good understanding. Although the spiritual energy in the mainland is getting thinner and thinner, there is still a chance of becoming a god.

He let go of his obsession, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

In order to help him become a god as soon as possible, Zhan Taiyan began to follow him into reincarnation. The laws of heaven and earth have their own order. He cannot interfere with the laws. Most of the time, he finds an identity to accompany him.

He watched him become a marquis, become a prime minister, and be worshiped by others. He also saw him living in rags on the streets.

He appeared in front of him again and again with a new identity, and Zhan Taiyan met him again and again with all his memories and smiles.

Until his last life, Mo Wuhen was beaten to death by the devil in order to save his fellow disciples.

Mortals will enter reincarnation after death, but this is not necessarily the case for gods. The disintegration of their souls means complete demise in the world.

This is the price of seeking God's enlightenment. The laws of heaven and earth are always fair. You have abilities that ordinary people cannot match, and you must also bear more dangers.

Zhan Taiyan finally proposed to Heaven that he would use all the merit he had accumulated over tens of thousands of years in the Six Realms in exchange for a trace of Mo Wuhen's remaining soul.

On the day of the transaction, the stars in the sky shone especially brightly.

An ethereal and majestic voice filled my ears.

"Those who have lost their souls cannot be resurrected. Changing one's life against the will of heaven is an extraordinary act. As a god who protects the laws of heaven and earth, you know that you cannot do something even though you know it is impossible. You have lost your priesthood, and you will have to pay the corresponding price."

Zhan Taiyan looked calm:

"I have made up my mind."

From that day on, overnight, the laws of heaven and earth wiped out all the faith and worship of Zhan Taiyan among the people in the six realms. The temple that used to be full of incense gradually became deserted and fell into depression.

In his position, seek his position.

Gods who have desecrated their duties can no longer accept incense offerings from all people.

He is still a god who lives as long as heaven, but no one remembers his existence.

The deal with the Heavenly Dao was concluded, but it was just a trace of the remaining soul. Even if it was reincarnated, it would still be an early death.

But Zhan Taiyan seemed to have infinite patience, guarding this remaining soul to enter reincarnation again.

Midwinter arrives year after year as promised.

The heavy snow is coming, and the jar of strong wine that I missed in front of the red stove is finally found.

--Dividing line--

You can guess the rest of the plot. Lord Zero created a system to bind 001's remnant soul, so that he would not have to re-enter reincarnation and suffer the pain of early death.

As a god enshrined by the Six Realms, Lord Ling's duty is to guard the common people in the world. He walked alone through the longest and lonely years, quietly guarding the stability and peace of the Six Realms. After becoming Lord Ling, he was no longer the Divine Lord Zhantai, and finally

You can stop and rest, not for the common people, but for yourself, to protect only 001.

That’s it for the past extra chapters about Master Zero and 001. The next chapter is from Tang Lu’s perspective. It’s very short, just one chapter. Then I’ll write a modern extra chapter about the happy ending and that’s it.

Old readers who know my habits know that after I finish writing the main text, the extra chapters will be updated from time to time. A few days ago, I planned to take a day off and update a chapter, but the female cat at home had mastitis and could not feed her milk. I grew up with kittens.

On the third day after they were born, they were artificially fed goat milk powder with a syringe. They had to be fed every two hours. They couldn't sleep normally. As a result, they were basically dizzy during the day to catch up on sleep. So I'm really sorry for taking so long.

Everyone (macho bow)!

The seven days of National Day are really unbearable to look back on. It was really too difficult. The kitten doubled in weight. I suffered from neurasthenia and lost four pounds (which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. I lost weight successfully). I was terrified every night for fear of waking up.

The kittens will die. The survival rate of artificial feeding is very low. Firstly, the kittens have no antibodies in the mother's milk. Secondly, the kittens are too small and doctors cannot use medicine, making it difficult to save them. Aspiration pneumonia, gastric bloating, low blood pressure, etc.

Blood calcium, dehydration, and body temperature imbalance are all killers of kittens. In addition to the physical lack of sleep, it is more of a psychological breakdown. The kitten just showed symptoms similar to pneumonia. I have read through the posts and ordered injections overnight.

Tubes, oxygen concentrators, and nebulizers. In the most difficult time, I really collapsed and wanted to cry while reading posts in the middle of the night, because the survival rate of pneumonia is only less than two levels, and it may only take one day from the discovery of symptoms to the immediate death...

Fortunately, the kittens are still doing well. It's not pneumonia. There are occasional minor problems, but nothing serious. In ten days, they will be through the critical period. Then I will show you a video of the kittens rolling over and drinking milk with their eyes closed.

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I don’t know if you have noticed it, but today’s chapter is really long hahahahaha, it’s a little more than the usual five chapters (I’m really awesome), because I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I temporarily sent the kitten to the hospital for foster care.

After a few days, I finally experienced the joy parents feel when their furry children are not at home making trouble!!!!!! I'm taking leave from work tomorrow so I can catch up on jet lag and catch up on sleep. I guess I woke up in the afternoon, so I can update at night if nothing else happens.

Okay, enough of the nonsense, go to sleep! Good night.

(End of chapter)