Supreme Merit Cultivation System

Tianhuo has a well-proportioned figure and fair skin. The battle just now seemed to have nothing to do with him. He was not wearing any clothes, and was still sitting naked on the bed with his legs in his arms. He looked at Li Mo with lazy and lackluster eyes. Suddenly, Li Mo turned to

This look gave me a sense of déjà vu.

At that time, his parents had just divorced and went their separate ways. When he brushed his teeth in the morning, he would often see himself with the same look in the mirror.

Life has no hope, life is meaningless, and even his own existence is questionable. The only thing that could make him smile at that time were nonsensical fantasies such as "Tomorrow you will be hit by a car."

He shook his head and let his consciousness return to reality. Li Mo re-examined the young man in front of him.

The two looked at each other for a moment. Li Mo pointed to where Fu Qiang lay down just now and said, "Why...why are you doing this?"

Tianhuo smiled meaninglessly: "Otherwise, what else can we do? Die?"

Li Mo frowned and asked: "Since when did this start?"

Tianhuo: "Half years ago, my father sent a message, informing me to join Huiwei Sect, and also said that he would ask someone to take care of me during the talent test. But my talent test was over, and the person who took me away wanted me.

Life! It was Fuqiang who used a lot of spirit stones to 'ransom' me back from the executioner. It can be seen that although this man has special preferences, he is much more reliable than my father who I have rarely seen for many years..."

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After a few words, Li Mo finally understood something about Tianhuo. His father was a concubine with little status in a large family. He joined the Huiwei Sect early and never came back to visit their mother and son.

However, their mother and son's status in the family was extremely low, even worse than some servants, so they suffered a lot.

Finally, he got the news about his father, whom he had never met before, who was said to be cultivating immortality. Tianhuo cheered up, took the money saved by his mother and put it in the bottom of the box as payment, and traveled thousands of miles to worship the Huiwei Sect.

A strange environment, strange people, a sudden death crisis...and in the process, his father, who once said he would take care of him, never showed up!

This child, who has tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships, must have despaired of the world long ago. Otherwise, he would not talk about Fu Qiang's hobby in such a nonchalant tone. Not to mention, he would not have such a look in his eyes...

Li Mo vaguely guessed that the main mission this time might be related to "change one's destiny to save the fire". In other words, Tianhuo might be a potential stock with excellent talent.

It's just a bit strange why he didn't gain fame after the talent test and directly enter the inner gate, but instead fell into the desperate situation of being wiped out.

Li Mo pondered for a moment and said, "What is your father's name?"

Skyfire: "As it is!"

Li Mo felt as if he had heard this name before, and after thinking for a moment, it suddenly dawned on him. Isn't Yuan Feng the former deacon?

He looked solemnly, looked at Tianhuo and said, "I know this person. He died half a year ago."

Tianhuo was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and suddenly sneered nervously: "Ha, dead? Just like that! Haha, my mother told me countless times about the vows made before he left home. And he died so lightly.

Really? It’s so... funny!”

Li Mo frowned under his sneer, and his anger rose.

He found that the world-weariness of the boy in front of him was exactly the same as that of himself back then. Back then, he had survived life alone, but the boy in front of him was younger, and it seemed that he needed a senior to give him a heads-up!

So he hummed: "Yes, dead! You have never joined the sect, so you may not know the internal situation of the Xiuxian sect very well. I can only tell you that your father may be struggling most of the time.

Keep it. He should have never forgotten you!"

Slowly stepped forward, raised his hand to hold Tianhuo's head, and met those slightly surprised eyes...

He said in a deep voice: "Wake up, young man! Your mother should still be working hard to survive in the big family. What is she living for? Your father fought hard for status in the man-eating immortal cultivating sect. After fighting for it, he has the conditions to create something for you.

I want to drag you in out of a peaceful cultivation environment, but for what purpose?"

Tianhuo was stunned for a moment by what he said, and soon showed a sneer, saying: "For what? For me? For me to live in such misery? Or let me treat myself as a walking zombie, or even let that Fu Qiang...

…”

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Memory is like a long, stinky movie. Viewed from a God’s perspective, most of the time it’s boring.

In Fu Qiang's view, under the old locust tree at the outer gate of Huiwei Sect, a middle-aged man in his thirties with a few strands of black beard on his chin began to wait again. Is this the eighth or ninth day?

The son should have arrived long ago?

The look of anticipation on his face has long since disappeared, and recently there has often been an expression of anxiety that cannot be concealed.

From sunrise to the starry sky, there was still no news. The lonely and lonely figure who returned seemed to be a lot more rickety.

The memory of this man jumped directly to a few days later, when he got news about his son from nowhere. Standing in front of the bamboo building that he once only dared to look up at, he kept roaring and roaring! He even prepared to rush into it at one point.

The two brothers Fuqiang and Fulin appeared at the right time.

"For some unknown reason, your son was dragged into the Jingluo Demon Cave by the white-headed golden-clawed rat demon. It's just that it's too dangerous there..."

The middle-aged man had no choice but to believe the simple lie. He rushed into Jingluo Demon Cave alone. But Fu Qiang was still following behind from a distance.

In Fu Qiang's field of vision, the middle-aged man in the distance was just a black shadow, and there were more than a dozen black shadows surrounding him and killing him.

"Skyfire!"

The middle-aged man hugged a humanoid black shadow, which was followed by a sky-high explosion that submerged everything. The black shadow was simply a fake body, and there were explosive talismans inscribed with numerous Xuan-level intermediate spells hidden inside.

These are all the memories Fu Qiang has of the middle-aged man.

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Li Mo felt as if he had just watched a sensational blockbuster movie, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist. He secretly decided that it would be better not to do this kind of detailing other people's memories in the future. Otherwise, it might affect his own character!

Somehow, he suddenly thought of his father. The deepest impression left on him was the silhouette of his father who decided to leave.

"How many merit points are needed to import this string of memories into the mind of this stupid boy in front of me?" His avatar in the core of the system asked lonely.

System: "Customized service? You can do this kind of thing in the future by learning a little magic. Now, 2 points of merit."

Li Mo stretched out his finger and pointed at Tianhuo's forehead.

Tianhuo was stunned for a moment, and the laziness and lifelessness on his face gradually disappeared. The pupils in his absent-minded eyes slowly shrank inward, and his lips trembled.

Li Mo patted him on the head and said with a forced smile: "Silly boy, I really envy you... live well! When you grow up, don't always think about relying on others. You still have to rely on yourself! If

I read that right, you have a very good talent for cultivating immortals. If you can’t do it with Huiwei Sect, then try another sect! Don’t let...your parents down!"

Turning around, he coughed lightly and said, "There will be a big chaos in this mansion soon. You can take advantage of the chaos and leave on your own!"

After saying that, he took out a rag from his arms and wrapped it around his face.

Pushing the door open, I saw twenty or thirty servants holding swords, sticks and torches forming a semicircle in the night, all staring at the door in fear...

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