Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

The next morning, Wu Ping pushed open the door and saw Wu Qi standing at the door with a serious expression, apparently waiting for a long time.

Wu Ping looked at Wu Qi with a puzzled expression.

But in the end, he didn't ask the question in his heart.

Who doesn't have secrets?

Just like him.

So obsessed with killing.

Isn't it because of his own secret?

But!!

How did he become so strong so quickly!?

He took out a diary.

[Every day I reflect on myself, but I have been greatly affected. Today, I can't surpass my friend Wu Ping. Oh, how did it come to this? I ask myself, Wu Qi's whole life has been blessed by heaven, with his own destiny, and he will eventually become invincible in the world, dominating the heavens. But why was Wu born when Wu was born?]

[Difficult, difficult, difficult. I sigh at the strength of my friend Wu Ping, which I cannot match. I am happy for my friend, but it doesn't matter. Let me kill all the people in the Lingyuan Club, and my friend will be amazed and exclaim at my greatness, which is beyond reach!!]

"What are you writing? You've been writing since early morning, but you've been busy with it."

Wu Ping leaned over to take a look.

Wu Qi quickly stuffed the notebook into his storage bag.

"It's nothing."

"It's quite mysterious. If you don't want to show me, forget it. Shall we go eat breakfast?"

"Let's go."

"Then follow me."

The two of them walked a long way.

Finally, they stopped in front of a shop selling tofu pudding and buns.

"Boss, two servings of tofu pudding, extra spicy, and two trays of meat buns," Wu Ping said as he sat down and called out.

Wu Qi, puzzled, said, "Now that we've reached this level, it seems like our demands for food are not that great."

Wu Ping shook his head. "You don't understand. Life is about enjoyment. The pursuit of immortality alone is so boring. On the path to longevity, we should find something to do, or else it would be so lonely."

"When I was young, I loved eating the buns from this place. Although my parents were part of the Wu King's family, they were just a branch, ordinary people. But they still had some connections, and my father was smart and did some small business. I also had some pocket money. Every time, I would come here to buy these buns."

"They taste so good."

Wu Ping said, pointing to the crimson gate.

"Do you see it? Wu King's Mansion, so magnificent. Although my name has 'Wu' in it, in this lifetime, except for the time I was sent to the Blood Rain Sect as a branch member, I have never been to such a place again."

"I used to always hear about how splendid it was inside and always wanted to go in and see for myself. I even fantasized about when I could be chosen by a legitimate daughter and marry into the family, just like in those novels, where we would face the wind and rain together."

Wu Qi listened attentively. "What about now?"

Wu Ping smiled. "Now? Even if they offered, I wouldn't want to go."

Wu Ping was just reminiscing about the past.

It was just a topic of conversation.

Besides, he really didn't care much about romantic relationships.

Having one was fine, not having one was also fine.

In this Immortal Cultivation World, there were too many things more interesting than romantic relationships.

Countless things.

As for the Cao sisters, there's also Xu Feifei.

That was completely unexpected.

Who hasn't been impulsive before, when both parties are willing?

And towards them, Wu Ping is even more affectionate, treating them well, providing them with resources, allowing them to thrive in this apocalyptic world.

If there's any danger, Wu Ping is there.

Their main role is to help Wu Ping take care of the Demonic Tree.

As the saying goes, there is a difference between insiders and outsiders.

At least their attitudes will be different.

Eating.

Wu Ping pointed to the small path next to them and said, "Do you see this path? I've walked on it since I was little. Because it's a bit muddy, my pants would always get dirty with mud when I was a child. And those rich and powerful disciples from other branches would laugh at me, calling me a mud-leg."

"As for the direct line, they wouldn't even spare me a glance. I would get close to them, but they would find me dirty. But the clothes I wear were sewn by my mother, made of good fabric."

"I remember one year, my father enrolled me in a school. Because of the mud on my pants, I didn't want to go to school. But my dad carried me on his back, saying he was still strong. At that time, I felt so innocent, so short and blue, I could reach out and touch the sky on my father's shoulders."

"But they still made fun of me for being a mud-leg, saying my family didn't have a sedan chair or a carriage, and that I must have come barefoot. I explained that my father carried me here, but they laughed at me, saying I had no shame, that I was still being carried by my father at such an age. That was the only time I didn't feel inferior."

"Because their fathers don't carry them."

Wu Ping said with a smile.

In Wu Qi's view, when he talked about these things, it was as if he was detached from the situation.

Clearly ordinary, but it always unconsciously draws people in.

"And there's more, I remember there was a very pretty porcelain doll sitting in front of me at that time. She had big eyes, braided hair, and was wearing beautiful clothes, with a hairpin tied with bells that jingled when she moved. She was extremely cute."

"Every time, I would be mesmerized by the sound of her bells. Then one time, I bought my favorite steamed bun and wanted to give it to her, but she didn't even want to taste it, and I could tell that she was disgusted with me, even though I wasn't dirty,"

"She really likes to hang around a legitimate young master, but it seems like that young master doesn't like her. However, that young master has eaten my steamed buns, and he has never mocked me. It's really funny, you know."

Upon hearing this, Wu Qi took a big bite of the steamed bun, then finished it in two more bites, shouting, "Boss, bring me another tray of steamed buns, and also a bowl of tofu pudding, spicy."

"Thinking about it, that young master left a pretty good impression on me. At least he showed me some respect. Hmm, not bad."

As for Wu Ping's final words, it's unclear whether she was praising the steamed buns or that young master.

After hearing this, Wu Qi said, "Wait for me later. I'll go in and kill them all, and come out holding their heads. You'll see who has ever bullied my friend when they were young."

Wu Ping sneered.

"Why kill them? No one is paying us, and it would be a waste of my good mood. Hurry up and eat. You still have half a tray left. After you finish, come with me to visit our 'parents.' It's been a long time. I'm a bit nervous, hahaha."

Wu Ping's smile gradually faded from her face.

Unconsciously, her aura had changed.

Wu Qi had a keen sense and almost instantly noticed that something was wrong.

In an instant, Wu Ping's gaze shifted.

At the end of the road, there was a limping figure walking slowly. The sun had not yet risen, and the solitary figure appeared particularly desolate.

"The weather is good today, suitable for mourning clothes, Wu Qi."

"I'm here."

"Is your sword sharp?"

"Has it ever been dull?"

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