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Chapter 500 Killing the Protagonist

Jiang Mu's feelings towards Jiang Xian are actually very complicated. For some reason, he really wants to escape from her, but he is also moved.

Although the initial heartbeat came to an abrupt end due to some reasons, the feeling did not diminish with the passage of time. Due to his proud personality and unwillingness to admit his love, he was destined to not be able to express his love.

[The first time he took the initiative to leave was because he didn't want to remain in her mind as the original image, the image of someone whose family was broken up overnight and who was fleeing madly.

At that time, he held back his tears all the way, fearing that the tears would blur his vision and affect his escape, and he would be completely silenced and would never be able to avenge his parents.

In the end, she held back her tears all the way and vented the pain from the beating from Jiang Xian.

He cried loudly, as if he was hurt by her beating, but in fact, compared with the injuries left by his enemy, they were really insignificant.

The second time he took the initiative to leave was when he saw that his friends and family were getting fewer and fewer, and he was afraid that he would become the one abandoned in the mortal world again, so he chose to leave first. He really couldn't accept anyone leaving him again.

...

Jiang Mu had a smooth life before he was fifteen, but after that all the lively days became memories.

When the sect was destroyed, he looked at the ruins and fell into confusion for a moment. Was he really born with bad luck, bringing disaster to wherever he went and causing all the people he cared about to die?

He was used to finding joy in suffering, and would often dig out the wounds on his body again and again to amuse others, so that everyone could be happier and suffer less.

But there are also people who don’t like to laugh, frowning and saying that he has no sense of humor, so don’t force it.

When Jiang Mu turned around to leave for the first time, he really hoped that Jiang Xian would call him, but both times she just stood behind him and watched, then picked up her bag and walked in the opposite direction from him.

Hua Rao said that his eyes were always on Jiang Xian. At first he was afraid, but after that he couldn't explain why.

She also said that Jiang Xian had complicated feelings for him.

"How complicated? Like? Love? Hate?"

"No, it feels like a mother looking at her stupid son."

"……roll."

...

This time I left, I had no plan to go back.

But I was worried. It was such a dangerous thunder tribulation. If that group of enemies came, Jiang Xian would really not be able to escape.

After all, he only has a few friends. If they all die, he will be left alone.

Jiang Mu recalled the time when they accidentally entered a fantasy world, and his fantasy turned out to be the scene he feared the most - empty.

Everyone left him, and he stood alone between heaven and earth, with everyone's graves standing around him.

He almost didn't come out.

He was most afraid of being left alone.

"Then are you going to leave others behind?" Jiang Xian's voice came from far away, causing Jiang Mu's ears to tinnitus. He had a slight consciousness, but seemed to have lost the power to control his body.

After the thunder tribulation, Jiang Xian's cultivation further broke through, and she was only one step away from ascending to heaven, but human life could not be saved no matter what.

She carried Jiang Mu's half-charred body on her back. His body was covered with many knife wounds, but it was covered by snow in a moment, and the only intact flesh was frozen to purple.

They were in the Tianshan Mountains, where a heavy snowstorm was happening.

The snow mixed with blood, the flashes of swords and the shadows of figures were intertwined, and it was impossible to tell the casualties.

...

In a short moment, Jiang Mu felt that the world was quiet. He felt himself being moved, and also felt the vitality in his body being filled and fading away.

It's like an hourglass.

"Jiang Xian... I hate you... Why do you always hit me..."

"I'm sorry, you're such a bitch, I really couldn't hold back my fist."

Jiang Xian walked down the mountain step by step, dragging the blood-soaked sword, carrying the man who was only breathing his last breath on his back, holding on while transmitting spiritual power to him.

Jiang Mu always thought that he should hate her. No matter how high or low his cultivation level was, he was always under her oppression. But later he realized that he just hated that he had her in his heart, but she treated everyone equally, including him.

He wants to be treated specially, wants to be retained after he turns away in anger, wants the assurance that he will never be abandoned. He is afraid that one day when he opens his eyes, he will find fewer and fewer friends and more and more graves. He will carry a sword on his back, and he doesn't know where to go in this big world.

Jiang Mu cried, "I, I'm about to die... Can't you comfort me a little?"

It is better to say "beating is love and scolding is care" than this.

He said unreasonably: "I care about you, but you always throw me into the ditch..."

Jiang Xian was almost choked by the snowflakes, "Because you are special. Jiang Mu, stay awake, we will soon reach Medicine King Valley, just a little bit."

Oh.

Jiang Mu responded in his heart. His excited emotions instantly calmed down because of this sentence, so calm that it seemed as if he didn't need to die.

"It hurts……"

The words were so light that they were almost covered by the snow, and Jiang Xian's tears fell instantly.

Jiang Mu seemed to be born without any pain nerves. No matter how much pain he suffered, he could endure it without changing his expression.

He used to say with a smile that he was the chosen protagonist and that he would have to live his life licking blood and swords, otherwise his unique talent would be wasted.

"Does it hurt? I'm almost there."

"Ah."

Jiang Mu moved his head, and the warm tears that burst out of his eyes froze into ice the moment they flowed out. His voice was as light as his soul.

"I think my parents are gone."

It was as if his soul had returned to the warm past along with the thoughts in the words, and he was back in his parents' open arms, no longer an abandoned child left alone in the world.

"Jiang Mu?"

The snow fell heavier and heavier, covering up a person's cry and a person's body. 】

Readers of the world of immortal cultivation open their eyes and close them again.

The small bookstore discovered that in bookstores across the Three Realms, there were more and more blades, spears and swords in the rooms, more and more letters of complaint, and more and more people performing shows at the door.

Most of them were trying to put on a desperate show for the small bookstore in an attempt to get it to change the plot, or else they would make some threats that had no effect on Li Wenshu at all.

[…Today is another day when the author is not a human being. Is it because she wrote Jiang Mu to death that she is going to die, or has she ascended to heaven?]

[Isn't Jiang Mu the male protagonist? Why did he die? ]

[Isn’t the protagonist of the storybook immortal? Isn’t Jiang Mu the original protagonist of the storybook? 】

[Who invented this? Please give me a tutorial to recreate it.]

[Just based on the tears I shed for you, Jiang Mu, I can make you the number one male lead under the female lead. ]

[Killing the protagonist, killing the protagonist!!! She won’t write the heroine to death next, will she? My heroine must not die! If she writes Jiang Mu to death, she can’t write Jiang Xian to death. 】

[Do you dare to revive everyone with one click in the finale to give the Three Realms a big surprise? We will also give you a big smile in return. ]

[No, I always thought Jiang Mu and Jiang Xian were just friends. It turns out Jiang Mu really likes Jiang Xian. Even though he died tragically, I feel sorry for him, but I don’t agree with this marriage.]

[Don't kill them. If you want to kill someone, kill me. Don't kill them. There aren't many of them left. Are you going to take the heroine's life next? ]