The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

Black clouds piled up. There was a swirling black center over the city. The sky opened a crack, thunder and lightning, and thundered.

A few young people are gathering, Tian Nanhai Bei Hu Kan.

"Speaking of my roommate ... the one named Lin Shu," one of the young men snorted, "as sick, I never saw him say a word."

The person next to him opened a can of beer and echoed: "Say that he is hoarse and has no expression, and hurried out to find a place to live. I really don't want to see him, fuck."

A loud thunder cracked in everyone's ears, and deafening, the rain poured down.

They accidentally turned out the window: "It's really fucking."

The little young man complained just now and raised his eyelids, looked at the sky, suddenly froze and opened his eyes.

"This ..." hesitated and surprised, "Boss, isn't it the dead man's face standing on the top of the building over there?"

The third child stunned his short-sighted eyes: "Really, it's such a heavy rain, this person is really mentally ill?"

"If you don't have depression, you have to be autistic. Anyway, it's abnormal," the young man smirked gloatingly. "Hey, younger, why do you still hold things in his arms?"

"Mental patients are more joyful-they look like swords."

However, before they could see clearly, a scene beyond their cognition happened.

A huge purple thunder winded out of unimaginable radial lines on the black sky, and went straight towards the figure at the top of the distant building. The flash of light was too dazzling, and no one could see what was happening.

On the street downstairs, many people took photos with excitement under the rain, with the words "The huge thunderstorm in City X is like the end of the world, where is the Daoyou here?"

——This is the last time they saw Lin Shu.

When Lin Shu woke up, he felt like he was lying down, rolled his eyes and tried to open his eyes.

"Little fool is awake!" A thick accent sounded in his ear.

His body froze immediately, his eyelids were as heavy as Tarzan, bones were rusted, and he could hardly breathe.

I'm allergic to people, really.

He took a deep breath, the air was damp and rotten, and it smelled terrible.

He tried to run the Qi, and repaired nothing.

"Isn't it quiet again?" The voice continued, a middle-aged elder lady with a loud voice. She seemed to have reached out her hand and leaned towards herself.

Imagining the heat of the approaching human body, Lin Shu's senses exploded into a ball and opened his eyes sharply.

Auntie was also startled by his sudden open eyes: "A thousand swords!"

Lin Shu was stiff, breathing a few breaths, and finally saw all around in dizziness.

The aunt in front of the bed looked fierce and wore a sackcloth skirt, her hair curled up, and a thin piece of wood inserted, not a modern look.

I was in a thatched hut. The hut was extremely rotten, and the walls were pitted with mildew. If I was making a retro movie, it would not be easy to build such a broken house.

Lin Shu: "..."

Tragedy on earth.

He just wanted to make a disaster—it wasn't too far from the ascent after the crossing, and he had classes at night. He didn't have time to leave the city to find the wild countryside to cross, so he had to choose a tallest building nearby to avoid alarming ordinary people.

The bad is bad on this building-it ’s so good to die, a huge lightning rod is installed, Tian Lei did n’t hit himself, and he was led by the lightning rod. Those who cultivate immortals are not sincere and determined, and try to use the foreign object to avoid the disaster, without exception, they will be condemned by the heavens. In other words, they will be wiped out, and they will be beaten back from the beginning, such as now.

He really didn't expect that the lightning rod could actually lead the thunderbolt away.

Modern physics hurt me.

Lin Shu vomited a few breaths and felt his own body.

The meridians are extremely stagnate, and the roots and bones are strangely poor. They say that mediocre qualifications are all with closed eyes. If you want to cultivate your fairy, you are afraid that Toad wants to eat swan meat.

He was like a student punished for cheating.

Seeing his dull appearance, Auntie sighed and sighed, "I've been silly for almost ten years, and I'm not seeing any good-I ran into the horns all day long. This time I was drowning, so I have a little memory."

There was a man yelling from a long distance, and the elder mother gave a "hey" sound, pressed him on the quilt, and turned away.

Her hands brushed Lin Shu's neck almost, causing Lin Shu's goosebumps. He had difficulty breathing, and it took him a long time to slow down.

The act of auntie was really normal, but Lin Shu couldn't accept contact with people. The quilt was bizarre, cold as iron, and the cover was even more uncomfortable than not. It was really unfortunate.

When the aunt went away, he got up from the bed, pushed open the wooden door with sticky hands, and looked out. What you see are equally dilapidated houses that come together in pairs, like a village. His courtyard is located on the periphery of the village. Outside the village is deserted arable land. A little further away, it is gray, covered by fog, and nothing can be seen.

The sky was strange and dark. If it was early in the morning, everyone was walking around and cooking smoke; it was also far-fetched in the evening, the sky was dark, there was no star and no moon, and there was no shadow of the setting sun. unlucky. He couldn't think of anything for a while, and wanted to observe it again. He saw a villager walking outside, and the leg he wanted to step back to shrink back, turned and walked back to the room.

The room was really lackluster. It was broken and messy. The furniture had only one bed, and the table in front of the bed, without a mirror, and could not see himself. I guess my shell is indeed a mentally impaired man, and I don't know how respectful he is.

Lin Shu felt a little suffocated by touching his weed-like messy hair.

At this moment, the courtyard door creaked and was overthrown, and footsteps came from behind him. He turned his head, and the person who saw him was still the aunt.

Auntie held a white bowl in her hand, crossed the threshold, and called the dog like, "Little fool, eat!"

After shouting, the little fool turned his head and looked at himself, still not very normal, but also very different from before.

Auntie frowned: "It's even more silly to fall into the water once."

After that, she put the bowl on the table and turned to leave.

There are not many quiet people in this world, and fools are one of them, because no one will talk to a fool. This is what Lin Shu has never wanted, but it doesn't work now. He must communicate with someone, otherwise, he can only be a fool for life here. Although he likes to be quiet, he doesn't want to be a fool-especially a fool with a moldy quilt in a moldy room.

So, when the maid was going out, she heard a trembling voice behind her: "... thank you."

Auntie: "Oh!"

She turned sharply: "You're not stupid!"

Lin Shu nodded stiffly.

The eldest mother almost had to dance and whispered loudly to the outside, "Little fool is not stupid!"

The sound of mixed footsteps rang, and at a moment Ural gathered at the door a large group of yellow-skinned villagers, all excitedly extended their necks to look into the room.

"Aren't you stupid?"

"Isn't he really stupid?"

"Little fool is really not stupid!"

Lin Shu: "..."

How can a fool suddenly make such a big noise?

Auntie put the bowl down, drew forward, and held Lin Shu's hand: "You ... what do you remember?"

Lin Shu: "!!!"

He was gripped by the aunt, his hair was erect, his eyes darkened, and he took a few steps back like an electric shock, almost flying away from the sky.

Unexpectedly, Auntie knelt straight down: "You must save us!"

The villagers saw the aunt kneeling down, followed suit, and banged their heads outside the door: "You must save us!"

Lin twitched his lips and struggled to organize the language. He wanted to ask why these people kneel.

Unexpectedly, I haven't spoken for too long, and it's completely unorganized.

He said hard, "What do you want me to do?"

Several people talked eloquently, especially the maiden voice was the loudest. Fortunately, although Lin Shu could hardly speak, he could still listen to people's words, and barely understood their meaning.

Ten years ago, I do n’t know what the monsters are.—In short, there is a huge disaster. When the whole village is in danger, a fairy passes by and uses spells to protect it for ten years. The condition is that the villager was entrusted with a dull life. Little fool, said to be his apprentice.

The villagers asked again, what magic can protect for ten years, and what to do after ten years.

The immortal hit a lot of machine fronts and said a lot of magic stick words such as "but wait for the opportunity to come" and left.

Now, the ten-year period is about to come, and the magic barrier is shaky, but the little fool is not stupid. It can be seen that the opportunity has come, and the villagers are naturally overjoyed. I just hope that the little fool who suddenly opens up can deal with it.

Lin Shu looked out.

It's still the same scene-the mist of ghosts and ghosts pervades the wild, and it is said that the vitality in the mist is extinct, all of which are living corpses and evil spirits. The whole village is like an isolated island at sea. It has been 10 years since there was no news from the outside. Even if the villagers want to break their heads, there is no way to go out, and if he has no countermeasures, he will also be trapped here.

He has been repairing immortals since he was a child. He has perfect roots and bones. After ten years of practice, he went smoothly to Mahayana. Now he has been assigned to this place by the heavens. Not only is he trapped, he has to talk to people.

Lin Shu stood there, took a few deep breaths, and did some psychological construction before finally organizing the language and asking, "Are there any swords?"

The villagers looked at him together, their knees were a little weak, and they wanted to bow down and worship.

I didn't expect that the little fool would become so calm and calm, and he was so good, that the fairies didn't fool me.