The North Water Kingdom is located on the edge of the northern wilderness area to the north. It is just an inconspicuous small country in the vast area above the vast Great Six. Due to its barren resources, it is difficult to attract the attention of powerful monks.

Yinsha Sect, a small demonic cultivator sect, is one of the several cultivators in Beishui and adjacent to the Beihuang Mountains.

On this day, in the area where the Yinsha Sect’s trait disciples were located, there were trait disciples carrying them back. The first person to be carried back was about fourteen years old, named Ye Xuan.

When it comes to Ye Xuan, most of the traitors know him. Ye Xuan is a famous cannon fodder. Anyone who lives hard and dangerously lives is the number one cannon fodder first.

"In just a few days, more than a dozen villages in nearby areas died in total, which was really miserable." The serious disciple who spoke, sighed, but when he looked at the disciples who were carried back, his eyes were full of gloating.

"Looking at this kid Ye Xuan, he probably won't be able to survive. We will suffer in the future."

"Ye Xuan will share some of the work of chopping wood every day. Once this boy returns to the West, I have to find someone else."

"Such a good coolie, working hard, like a stupid donkey, where can I find a second one?"...

These errand disciples were talking and laughing as they talked. They actually didn't care about Ye Xuan, a irrelevant boy.

Every year, new errand disciples will join. At that time, they will choose a few young and easy to bully. They can continue to relax.

The more than 20 errand disciples who were carried back were all unrelated and had no background. They were alone on weekdays and were not good at dealing with people, so they became the target of bullying by more than a few people.

A broken thatched hut next to the mountain wall, Ye Xuan was struggling with pain on his face. The two disciples who brought him back turned a blind eye to it. He kicked open the door and Ye Xuan was thrown on the bed. One of them opened his mouth and stuffed a detoxification pill, and then the two of them left.

As for whether Ye Xuan died or lived, it all depends on whether his life was strong enough. If he couldn't stand it, he would be unreproachable. At least the sect carried him back and wasted a detoxification pill. The sect was so kind and righteous.

Four days ago, a meteorite descended from the sky and landed on the edge of the Beihuang Mountains. All the wild beasts in the nearby areas mutated and rushed out of the mountains and attacked the dead.

If it is an ordinary beast, the hunters in the village can deal with it. However, these mutated beasts are strong and have extremely poisonous bodies. Those who are attacked will often be poisoned and die.

This time, several nearby monks and sects sent people to find out the truth. Ye Xuan, as the famous number one cannon fodder, was sent directly to the forefront.

In the hut, Ye Xuan struggled in pain, like a dying beast, sobbing in pain. After a while, Ye Xuan's struggled body slowly fell silent, just like a dead person, lying motionless on the bed.

This small thatched hut is next to the mountain wall, not far away is a small waterfall, which is placed in the entire outer disciple area. Few people come here here, and there are only a few disciples with introverted temperament who choose to live here.

In the next few days, the area was raining and raining. After the preliminary test, several monks and sects sent their truly powerful disciples to kill the mutated beasts.

After a few days, no one cared about Ye Xuan's thatched hut. He was just an orphan who had been living on the street since childhood, and no one would care about his life or death.

Ye Xuan, who was cold and humid in the hut, suddenly let out a roar and opened his eyes. Ye Xuan looked around in a daze. After a moment, he touched his forehead, his eyes became sharp and cold, and his appearance still looked thin, but compared to the lonely eyes in the past, he was completely different from the previous two.

He looked outside the house, the cold wind whistled, making the door creak, and the rain drizzled, dripping into the house along the loopholes of the roof.

"How can you survive in this life even worse than in your previous life?" Ye Xuan was silent for a long time and suddenly said something.

He took a breath and was full of dampness. Ye Xuan felt like he was soaked in water, and his whole body was wet and cold, which made him irritable and uneasy.

Ye Xuan stood up, glanced at the little rain outside the house, kicked the door of the house and returned to his bedboard, and began to sort out the memories of the past and present, and two lives.

The world of reinforced concrete in the previous life showed scientific and technological civilization. Compared with the cultivation civilization in this life, the two embarked on two completely different paths of development.

The legendary immortals, gods and ghosts in the previous life actually exist in the memories of this life. Ye Xuan himself was once injured by a monster.

"In my previous life, my parents were gamblers, and my family was ruined. I was just an orphan in this life. I was really a bachelor." Ye Xuan became more and more angry as he thought about it, and he had the urge to point at the sky and curse.

My thoughts returned to my memory in this life. Four days ago, he was sent to the front line as the number one cannon fodder. When he thought of this, Ye Xuan couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He has survived his past and present lives in his life, but similar growth experiences have created two completely opposite personalities. In his opinion, the endurance and loneliness in this life is definitely a brain cramp.

He was already bullied by others, but he was still willing to take on the hard work of others. In the end, he was secretly ridiculed by the people he helped. As he thought about it, Ye Xuan almost scolded himself.

"It seems that there is movement in the house. Ye Xuan, why are you not dead yet? Come out and let me practice the leg skills I just learned." At this time, a sneering voice came, interrupting Ye Xuan's memory.

Ye Xuan, who was sitting on the bed, was irritable and restless, and had nowhere to vent his resentment. He heard this sound, without thinking, he picked up the hatchet under the bed and threw it out towards the door.

With all his strength, the already dilapidated door directly broke a big hole, and the hatchet flew through the door and hit the knee of the person outside the house.

"Your mother is crazy and she will be crazy when she meets me. You are brave enough..." The person who came was a small young man named Ma Cheng. The umbrella had already fallen aside. Ma Cheng fell to the ground and started cursing.

However, after the next glance, through the broken door, Ma Cheng looked at Ye Xuan's eyes and forced himself to hold back the words below. He had already said a lot of words to greet the other ancestors, but at this time he couldn't even scold a word.

Inside the room, Ye Xuan had just thrown out the hatchet and picked up another kitchen knife, and was about to put out another throwing skill. Ma Cheng saw this and hurriedly spoke to stop it.

"No, don't... I'll leave now." Ma Cheng quickly picked up the umbrella and limped away. He was really afraid. If Ye Xuan in the past looked like a tame little beast, then Ye Xuan in front of him was not the little beast, but it was clearly a wild beast.

No, it was simply a crazy beast. Ma Cheng couldn't help but think of his childhood hometown. He had seen a cow. The mad cow was stimulated by some reason. Suddenly, he forced himself to use the horns to kill several strong men.

Ye Xuan stopped and threw the kitchen knife to the ground. In his memory in this life, Ma Cheng bullied him a lot. He had enough food and drinks, and kicked him when he was free when he met. It really responded to the words of his previous life, and he ate and slept.

After finishing the memory of the past and present, Ye Xuan pulled open his shirt and printed a green mark on the ribs on his chest.

In his memory four days ago, he rushed to the front as cannon fodder and became the first person to touch a meteorite. In the eyes of others, he fell down by poisoning.

Only he knew the truth. The fact is that after he touched the meteorite, his palm was cut, and an ancient small mirror emerged from the meteorite and rushed into his body along the wound.

The blue mark looks like a tattoo at first glance, but it will appear after careful reading. The mark itself is extremely complex, and a small circle is empty in the center of the mark, and the whole is like a mirror.

(End of this chapter)
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