Kill That Man

Now that Li Cangyue is in class, the preaching room is full of people.

Don't talk about seats, even the position of the station should be bought with silver.

No way, even Xiu Cai and the samurai tried to get mixed up, just to see the legendary mysterious professor of beauty.

However, they do not know, give Li Cangyue, no, give Yu Qingyao a meeting, that is a terrible thing.

Just sit tight and listen.

If you don't be honest, it's bad luck to go back.

Either itching all over your body, twisting your feet, or dropping a dog on the ground.

If you dare make a scene in her class, it's a serious illness.

If you dare to flirt with language, it's bad luck. Some unclean disciples are ashamed to drop out of school because they pull their pants in public and dare not go back to the compound. Some are insane, some are mute, and some are just too sick.

Li Wyde woke up and tried to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't open them. He seemed to be crushed with heavy cotton and couldn't move.

He was surprised and discovered his mind.

Found himself buried half a metre underground, Lee White couldn't help but say nothing.

He rushed his whole body out of the ground.

When he reached the ground, he found himself in a dense forest.

When he looked at himself, he was relieved to see that he was wearing a bloody robe.

He was slightly depressed when he carefully identified it and couldn't identify which Taoist robe it was.

He checked his lower body carefully, had a storage bag in his waist, opened it and looked inside, empty. Apparently, the murderer took what was inside.

There was a circle of white stamps on my hand, and I wanted to come over there and have a ring or something. Lee White guessed that there should have been a demon pet ring.

He searched for the next repair, building the foundation 80%.

Li Wyde nodded his head satisfactorily.

His crew swept around the next four weeks. He saw no one, no beasts. He looked all over again, and he didn't find any demons.

He sat at ease and began to look for memories of his life with skill.

Not long ago, he figured out who he was all his life.

His name is Wymond. He is an orphan. He was raised by Ji Pingdao Yard as a child.

Because of the identity of the orphan, he was always bullied by his disciples. Professor Guo Xuanguo, who was good in the Taoist courtyard, was a good person and often sheltered him before he could grow up.

Weimende has a shady and isolated personality and is much more bullied. In addition to his trust in Guo Xuan, he has doubts about everyone. Anyone who approaches him must suspect that someone else wants to hurt him.

Nor can he be blamed for having made several friends who later betrayed him and framed him.

Most tragically, he was set up to steal a professor's pen. If it wasn't for Guo Xuan's intercession, he would have lost the professor's pen. Wymond might have been expelled from the Taoist Patriarchate.

The most dangerous time, he went out on a mission alone, because nobody dared to go with him.

In that demon killing mission, he killed a werewolf with a heavy wound. Several high-ranking disciples who had bullied him for years appeared just as the werewolf was about to be dissected. They want to kill him.

Wymond was helpless and forced to jump off a cliff.

Fortunately, he was rescued by a pine tree and later climbed into a cave on the side, where he received a treasure by a skeleton.

That baby is a seven-inch long, two-inch wide, one-inch thick wooden box. When you put something in and absorb moonlight or spiritual power, one thing becomes two, exactly the same two pieces.

The baby has four words engraved on the front: "There's a pair in the world.”

Wymond calls it a double. The box is small and can't put anything down, but it can put some dandruff and charms.

This is very helpful to Wymond.

By constantly replicating Dan medicine and charms in the world, he can catch up with the genius disciples' training progress, risk his life on many missions, and kill many enemies.

After he had his luck in the world, his luck seemed to start to improve, some kind people would always come to help him, and Red Yan had a few. When he was sixteen years old, he eventually killed in the inner courtyard as the number one Taoist class, becoming an inner disciple.

However, since arriving in the inner courtyard, luck seems to be bad again. Shortly after entering, a fax disciple was offended, and then countless repressive calculations and setbacks were made. Like the wild grass under the Great Stone, Wymond grew stubborn with the luck of the world.

He wanted to become a facsimile disciple, however, eventually he was assigned to the Jiping Dao Court because of a setup and disqualified from competing for a facsimile disciple.

Nevertheless, Weimende was not discouraged by this. He continued to do his tasks to accumulate training resources and practice hard. He dreamed that one day he would become a world-class master, stepping on all the enemies of the past.

Two days ago, he came here on a demonic mission and was finally killed when he encountered an ambush by several enemies of the inner courtyard. The demon pet he was carrying was also killed, and the demon pet rings were broken.

Those men buried him with grass and took his treasures, spells and dandruff and left.

Lee White smiled bitterly after watching Wymond's life. He had a headache when he thought of those enemies in the inner courtyard.

That is not one or two, but a large group headed by two facsimile disciples, some of whom are elders.

Remember Wymond's life carefully. Li Wymond had doubts about the cloud.

He's not Wymond. Wymond seemed clever enough to always find an opportunity to fight his opponent. But that was clever, and the observation of things was far less thorough than Lee White's.

Li Wyde has lived through many generations, absorbing many memories and experiences of reincarnation, and has a great human experience and experience.

He was a little confused that Wymond was always bullied and framed.

Many times, Wymond's behavior, in his opinion, should not have provoked anger, was still bullied.

What's more, everyone who bullied him tried to kill him, as if he'd die if he didn't.

Of course, there's also Wymond's own reason here. Wymond was stubborn, always unwilling to lose, and even if he was beaten like a dead dog, he had to swear necessary revenge.

Wymond not only had such a hard mouth, but afterwards he was really going to retaliate ten times over.

As a result, hatred tends to grow deeper and deeper, from a little bit of a mouthful to a special death fight.

Two or three times at a time, Lee White admitted it. But this has happened hundreds of times since he was a child. If Li Wyde had no doubt, he would have been reborn so many times in vain.

Wymond, forget it. Are those guys stupid? Knowing that Wymond was such a man, he also had a mouthful with him and followed the path to make a great deal of enemies.

The saying goes, "Soft is afraid of hard, hard is afraid of horizontal, horizontal is afraid of death." Wymond is so tough, so fearless of death, knowing that he can't stop messing with him, why do so many people deliberately want to mess with him? Most interestingly, those who dare to provoke him tend to be just a little better than Wymond.

After being suspicious, Lee White remembered Wymond's repeated counter-killings, and realized that several counter-killings were suspicious.