My magic weapons are all rule-based

You made me do this...

You made me do this...

The memory gradually awakened in Xu Shan's mind.

The pair of black hands like dead branches were still pinching Ye Qingbi's snow-white neck.

But Xu Shan was as motionless as a dead tree.

After being stiff for a few seconds, a sharp and unusual cry came out of his mouth.

"Ah!!!!"

Xu Shan's hands loosened and fell to the ground.

Blood and tears were already flowing from the corners of his eyes.

I asked her to do this...I asked her to abort the child.

All the troubles were caused by me.

I...destroyed myself? !

Xu Shan's facial features gradually became hideous, and he hugged his head with both hands, and once again let out a desperate cry!

Qi Lingshuang hid in the corner, her little face pale, at a loss.

Ye Qingbi looked down at Xu Shan, with compassion and pain in his cold eyes.

"You've cried enough, right? How long are you going to be depressed?"

Hearing Ye Qingbi speak, Xu Shan suddenly raised his head, and the undisguised hatred in his eyes made her heart tremble.

"Get out...get out!! Both of you get out! Get out!"

Ye Qingbi laughed at himself, picked up Xu Shan and slapped him twice, and left.

Qi Lingshuang hesitated and stepped forward, squatting in front of Xu Shan, her eyes rolling, only endless sadness.

"Are you...still Xu Shan?"

"Go...get out, I don't want to see you." Xu Shan's eyes were already dull.

Qi Lingshuang sighed lightly, got up and left.

"Hehe...hehehe" Xu Shan smiled foolishly, staggered to his feet, and began to hit the recliner.

He had no other feelings in his heart, just wanted to vent his emotions.

Zhang Biao walked into the yard with a heavy face.

Looking at Xu Shan's ugly appearance, he went crazy on the spot.

"Master Xu, stop it."

"Stop it!"

Xu Shan was still struggling, his face was covered with tears and snot.

Zhang Biao's eyelids drooped, with bitterness on the corners of his mouth... Then he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Xu Shan's wrist.

"I told you to stop!"

"Get out of here too!"

He slapped Xu Shan twice, making him see stars.

His cheeks swelled, and even blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Biao said hatefully: "Xu Shan, you've been crazy enough!!"

Xu Shan said nothing, staring at Zhang Biao coldly.

Zhang Biao stepped forward, picked him up and threw him into the house, hitting the wall and falling on the bed.

He then rushed in, grabbed Xu Shan's collar and roared.

"Pretending to be crazy and stupid, I have put up with you for more than a hundred years!! Beast, you are a beast now!! Do you have to piss off everyone and leave you alone to die!"

"Okay... you can't bear it anymore, right? Then kill me." Xu Shan sneered.

"I really want to kill you. Seeing your behavior, I think about it all the time." Zhang Biao's eyes were full of bloodshot, and he said viciously.

"No one in the world knows you better than me, and even you are not as good as me. You don't realize what kind of person you are, fragile, selfish, narrow-minded, and painful! The funny thing is that you always think of yourself as noble."

"You think you are a hero, a savior... but you can't see how dark you are!"

"So many people want you to live, but you do everything only for yourself! Without me, can you get to where you are today? People like you are not worthy of talking about nobility and heroism, are you worthy of me!!"

Zhang Biao's words were like a wake-up call, Xu Shan was sad and could only open his mouth and say nothing.

Zhang Biao loosened his collar and let his arms hang down. He seemed to lose strength for a moment and staggered back a step.

"I have known you for too long... You have so many disappointments and unbearable things, but I am still willing to follow you." Zhang Biao choked with sobs, "I am just a servant, I don't have enough food to eat, no one cares, no one loves me... You saved me, you are the first person who treats me well."

"I know you thought about using me, but I never had any bad thoughts. Later you treated me as a close brother, I remember it in my heart... I became a magic weapon, you can refine me, but you just want to give me freedom."

"No one in the world will treat me better than you..." Zhang Biao trembled with tears, "I only have you as a family... How can you be so selfish and ignore everything!!"

"Master Xu." Zhang Biao shed tears, squatted beside the bed, and tightly grasped a corner of the quilt, "I beg you not to die... Don't give up, just for me, for all the years I have paid for you, you can't turn a blind eye!!"

Xu Shan closed his eyes tightly, tears kept falling.

Finally, with some sobbing, he said hoarsely: "It's me...it's me...I'm sorry, in the next life...I'll be your slave..."

"Master Xu!!"

"Let's go...you go too, let me be alone, no one else come..." Xu Shan waved his hands while sobbing silently.

The light in Zhang Biao's eyes gradually disappeared, and his hands that were holding the corner of the bed loosened.

He got up woodenly...and went out.

.....

In the middle of the night, a light was dim.

Xu Shan hugged his knees, like a stone.

His eyes were still open, but it seemed to have been solidified.

Only the sticky blood that was still oozing and dripping from the corners of his mouth proved that he was alive.

Three hundred years...

What kind of life did he live in the past three hundred years?

Living is worse than death, and he is tortured every day.

Death is like the master of all things, chasing and blocking him all the time, leaving him no way to escape...

But even so, he has been thinking about a way out, trying his best to understand life and death.

Finally, he failed... He didn't even understand the abnormality of his body, and he crushed his only hope with his own hands.

Dreams are ultimately out of reach, and everything is just wishful thinking.

Looking back on the past, it was nothing more than a horse in a gap, a fire in a stone, and a body in a dream.

At this moment, Xu Shan's eyes were deeply confused...

Is all this a dream or reality? Who am I?

"Heh..."

Xu Shan's mouth moved slightly, full of self-mockery.

I am Murong Fu... There is no hope of restoring the country and the family.

Just a jumping clown...

After a long time, Xu Shan finally made a move.

He knelt on the bed with one leg, and groped towards the ground with the other leg.

The body was on the verge of collapse.

His waist could no longer be straightened, and even bent to nearly 90 degrees.

Finally, he landed on the ground with his legs, held the edge of the bed, and slowly moved towards the corner of the room.

He walked to the corner of the room, bent down with difficulty, grabbed a box, and began to pull it out with all his strength.

The sound of the box rubbing against the ground, accompanied by panting, continued to sound.

After rubbing for dozens of times, the big box was finally rubbed to the center of the room.

Xu Shan's forehead was full of sweat. He bent down again to take out a copper basin from under the bed, and took a lamp from the table.

Finally, he sat back on the bed.

He stared at the box for a long time, and finally reached out to open it.

It was filled with yellowed notes, accompanied by a rotten and moldy smell... Those were his memories before he came to this world.

He hadn't maintained and read them for a long time.

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