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Who in this world wasn't afraid of death?

No.

How could Chu Guiyi and Tianbao, who had broken into the Heavenly Palace in seventeen years and used the Hundred Kingdoms to make the spear fingers in front of them the pilgrims, not care about death at all? Everyone in the world applauded and cheered, saying that a figure who could not even suppress the word "heaven" had finally appeared and was narrating the suffering of the people. But then what? The Saint not only did not blame the Saint for his bravery, but he also rewarded him with gold and silver. Immediately, he did not beg for death, and smilingly crawled under the woman's skirt to carry the gold and silver back home.

When he was in his prime, even saints would have to show him some respect. He colluded with the nobles and fiddled with the rules of the imperial court, and the king of the Six Paths of the land had to complain about him. Later, when all the vassal lords joined his army, their property was confiscated, and the women of the house were forced to serve as courtesans on the border, where men were rotated to serve as prisoners. The prince seemed to have lost his power as he cursed from the top of the imperial court. Strangely, not only did this saint not blame him, he even promised that as long as he took off his clothes and rolled around in the brazier, he would make a beggar in Chang An City and not take his life. This country lord doesn't care about the etiquette of a gentleman, stripping himself of his clothes in court …

Gui Chu, who wanted to return home after receiving the reward, was beaten to death before he could even walk out of the palace. His wealth was taken away from him, and the Duke of Shang, who left the palace naked, was frozen to death in the winter.

Those who harbored the will to die would fear death if they were given even the tiniest bit of hope to survive. Thus, when the woman said, "I'll lend you a silver tael. I'll return it to you in the future." Then, as if it was his life, Wenye happily took out a silver coin and waved it away, "No need to disturb me, go ahead and use it."

This girl was very close to him, and Wen Ye could clearly feel the killing intent from her, but the source of that killing intent was the sword in her hand. This sword was very evil, at least in Wen Ye's opinion, this sword was not much weaker than the ruthless Sima Style.

The girl took the silver taels and thanked him. Then, she turned around and walked towards the waiter. Wen Ye let out a mouthful of impure air and looked at little Luosha with a pout, "Do you feel it?"

Little Raksha nodded and said, "Indeed, there is a wave of suppressed evil Qi. Why does this woman want to obtain such a dangerous sword?"

Wen Ye shook his head. There was a high chance that nothing in the world was clear. Everyone had their own story to tell. Who would know what kind of storm he was in just from a casual encounter with a calm surface passerby? This had always been the motto of the literary world, so when the woman entered the room, the literary world quickly forgot all about it. They drank the turbid wine that little Rakshasi had bought, and a group of similarly drowsy men were shouting orders for the wine …

Drunk, indeed.

How long had it been since he'd been drunk like this? Wenye also could not remember, although Qingzhou City drank happily every day, he did not dare to drink too much. Fish and snakes mixed together was a place of injustice, if one drank too much, he would die of drunkenness. Unlike today, he was free and unfettered! Even if he was drunk and went back to his room to sleep, he would still be able to see the rising sun in the morning.

Luosha helped the drunk Wen Ye back to his room. At the end of the day, he rubbed Little Luosha's face and said with a look of pity, "Such a beautiful girl. It's such a pity, such a pity …"

Without any hesitation, Luosha slapped the hand of Suiheng and pushed it away. Wenye lay sprawled on the wooden bed, but no sound came from it. Luosha rubbed his shoulder and rolled his eyes as he stared at this man who was fast asleep like a dead pig … After a long while, he seemed to have made up his mind and moved in a small wooden stool to sit on the head of the bed. He said to Nan Nan: "Ah, small path. Although I like to bully you, but I ask myself, you also bully me quite a few, right? I really should go now. My mother already really misses me … Forget it, although your small path is extremely shameless, it can still be considered a favor for me not to take advantage of the demon when my demonic body is injured. As for me, it's not that I don't want to repay you, so let's just consider this little gift as compensation.

Little Raksha gently cut his wrist, causing a drop of bright red blood to drip down. Little Raksha then slashed at Wen Ye's wrist, but there was no sign of lacerating his skin at all. Little Raksha frowned, and concentrated some demonic power into his finger, slicing a wound on Wen Ye's wrist. He tilted his head and mumbled puzzledly, "Strange, shouldn't human flesh and blood be very fragile …? Forget it, forget it. Little path, I hope that you can live well. It's fine to be a rich person, but it's also better to be a rich person. No matter the method … "Don't learn from that prince, and don't learn from Yang Ziqian …" Following which, little Rakshasi gave a self-deprecating smile, "I'm really worrying about nothing. How can you have such a heart?

The dense black demonic energy was mixed with dark green, firmly surrounding Little Raksha and Wen Ye. The bright red that was dripping from his wrist quietly floated in the domain of the demonic energy, and then, a bizarre thing happened. The originally incompatible human blood and demon blood gradually merged together, changing into various shapes continuously, as if something was born between them. "Why aren't you being quiet?"

It was strange, perhaps because of this berating, being heard by Wen Ye, or because the strange fusion process had come to an end, the aura of Wen Ye, who seemed to be suffering from the pain, gradually regained his calm, and his tightly clenched fists also spread out. Little Raksha exhaled a mouthful of impure air, and the droplets of fused blood were forcefully sent into Wen Ye's wounds. She withdrew her demonic Qi, wiped her hair, and laughed as she spoke: "I also learned from a book, and I don't know if I did it right or wrong, but from now on, you will be my disciple."

This' coming out 'was something that was said for the Shaman branch, and the Shaman branch was the evolution of the ancient' shaman '! Time had passed, the 'witch' that was the mother of all times had difficulty finding its roots, the fallen leaves had covered the entire world, the people who wanted to accumulate merits, cultivate to the true fruit, and become humans, but were not convenient to create directly human beings, so they chose humans with Immortal karma and comprehension as their scented children, and people also called them disciples who came out to complement each other and use their bodies to transform the world, thus they had another job in the mortal world — — disciples of horses! Even though he said that the Shaman Bloodline was divided into two categories, there was a fundamental difference. In short, the Shaman could make Demonic Ghosts, but the disciple was just a "tool" used by Demonic Ghosts to cultivate.

Furthermore, this disciple was destined to become an immortal!

Disciples and deities were usually separated into two types. One was the fate of generations. The deity was once a father, son, brother, master, disciple, or a fellow sect member. The disciples themselves had a certain amount of mana, but after experiencing the cycle of reincarnation, they were unable to use it. In addition, some of these disciples had been from lower realms, while others had accepted missions from people in the lower realms. Thus, from the moment they were born, they had been bound together with the immortals.

The other type of disciples were related to the continuation of the clan, in other words, their ancestors had once worshipped the immortal family. Their ancestors had passed away, and those who served the Immortal family still remained in the human world, so they had to find disciples to help them. In this way, they chose from among the descendants of their former disciples a more intelligent descendant to inherit the great position.

This literary industry could be considered to have obtained an immortal fates by chance. Even if he didn't know anything about it, he couldn't deny it! On the bed, the smile on Wen Ye's face widened, as if she was dreaming about something joyful. Little Raksha quietly watched this smile, unconsciously laughing along with it. She fiddled with her hair and asked in Wen Ye's ear, "Little path, what did you dream about?"

Wenye rolled over and said, "Alright …" What a handsome mother … "Heh heh."

The little Rakshasi was speechless. His fists clenched tightly as if he wanted nothing more than to beat up this sweet and soundly asleep alley, but in the end, they turned into a sigh.