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Chapter 435: Suspected Revenge of a Demon on Humans

Cheng Chu put himself in his shoes. If he went down the mountain to train by chance, and came back to find that his sect had been wiped out, all his junior brothers and sisters were dead, and his senior brother who had been with him day and night and devoted to him had become a traitor, and the sect he regarded as his home had become a ruin...

For those who are still alive, life may really be worse than death.

Putting himself in Xie Shichen's perspective, he would rather die than live.

If the road to becoming a god is filled with such thorns, he would really rather be an ordinary person from the very beginning.

I haven't read it for half a month, and the author has killed all the people in a sect...

At first it was just a low cry. Although it was not loud, it was still a bit abrupt among the laughter.

The Great Elder took a sip of tea, and heard a faint crying sound coming from nearby. He probably knew that this was not a suitable occasion for crying, so he suppressed his emotions, but this made it sound even more weird.

Just like mosquitoes, not noisy but annoying.

The elder put down his teacup impatiently and said, "Go outside and cry if you want to. Don't force me to punish you in front of me in such a joyful place."

However, the sound continued, and this time it seemed to change direction and come from another direction.

Several elders turned their heads to look for who was crying, but saw no one.

I did see several people lowering their heads. In the past, such occasions were always lively, but these disciples would never lower their heads, and some even wouldn't sit still on the cushions.

Today was unusual; everyone lowered their heads, looking more serious than in class.

This made them very angry. They guessed that it was probably one of the disciples who was being naughty and crying at such a joyous banquet.

What's the difference between this and crying mournful at someone else's wedding banquet?

Yuxi Sword Master couldn't help but turn his head to look, wondering which disciple was so ignorant of the rules.

She was secretly delighted, thinking that there would be another good show to watch.

If they mess with these old-fashioned people, both the disciple and the master would probably be criticized.

The great elder slammed the table, puffed his beard and glared, and was about to speak when he felt something. He looked down and saw a puddle of water slowly extending towards him.

Looking in that direction, I saw Cheng Chu lying on the low table, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. His shoulders shook from time to time, and he made some intermittent noises.

Yuxi Jianzun followed his gaze and also saw Cheng Chu in a strange state. The corners of his mouth that were originally raised flattened instantly, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

She likes to watch the fun, but she doesn't like others to watch her fun.

She was the first to speak: "Evil disciple, the tea you poured out is almost drowning the Great Elder, don't you know how to deal with it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Chu raised his face slightly. That face, how should I describe it, shocked Yuxi Jianzun so much that he was speechless and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

Cheng Chu said weakly: "Master, that's not tea, it's my tears..."

As he said this, tears were still streaming down his face.

The Great Elder was instantly disgusted to the point of having his hair stand on end. He quickly stood up and moved away.

He pointed at Cheng Chu and said, "You were the one crying just now, right? How could you not consider the occasion at all? It's such a joyous occasion. If you want to cry, at least go outside and cry. Why are you crying here?"

Yuxi Jianzun looked at Cheng Chu curiously, as if he had just met him for the first day. He was extremely surprised how someone could cry like that and shed so many tears. Even if he was crying tears of joy, it wouldn't be possible to do so.

She curled her lips, thinking that she was indeed too inexperienced and inexperienced, and could cry her heart out over a small matter.

It’s great to be young. Unlike her, at this age, her heart is as dead as a pool and she won’t be bothered by anything.

Cheng Chu seemed to be dead, and said: "Great Elder, that cry was not mine. I was holding it back, so I shed so many tears."

"If you ask me why I am crying, I can only say that it hurts. It hurts so much."

The disciple with swollen eyes said, "Brother, didn't you say you only like excitement? You won't watch anything that's not exciting? How about this plot? Is it exciting enough for you?"

Cheng Chu: "It's a bit too exciting. I feel like my heart is being stabbed."

He was like a stranded fish waiting to die, flapping his feet from time to time to show that he was still alive. "I suddenly realized that I actually prefer to read a calm plot. I wonder if the author is willing to continue writing such a plot."

As it stands, Li Wenshu is galloping down the path of abusing his readers, and there is no turning back.

Cheng Chu's choked voice was like a fuse, causing the originally single suppressed cry to spread.

"I worked hard to participate in the Immortal Sect Competition. I didn't read the storybook for more than half a month because of the competition. I kept fighting on the front line of victory with a certain belief just to come back and finish reading it happily in one go. Before I saw the extermination of my family, I felt like the happiest child in the world... She gave me back my pure and kind heart..."

"Don't tell me I can eat the last knife. If I eat this knife, there will be countless knives to eat later."

"They can be resurrected, right? The protagonist will be able to ascend to heaven, and these three men can also ascend to heaven. They will all become immortals. Who knows, they may be able to resurrect all the people in the sect later."

"God damn it, I'm going to kill that book demon. Who allowed her to write such a plot?"

"No matter whose perspective I put myself in, it makes me want to die. What kind of brain did she use to come up with such a murderous plot?"

"Could it be that because everyone wants to kill monsters, she wrote something that makes people want to die, to take revenge on us?"

"Wuwuwu, damn traitor, damn demon, damn author, how can a demon be like this?"

"Isn't it said that demons are all illiterate? She must have learned knowledge on purpose to write a story to take revenge on everyone. What did I do to offend anyone? Our Lingxiao Sect never kills innocent demons indiscriminately. If you want revenge, go to the Qianyun Sect."

The headmaster and the elders were all dumbfounded.

Ji Lin looked up blankly. He was still catching up on the previous plot because he felt that if he didn't read it, he might really be isolated as a member of the Qianyun Sect.

But it seems that his speed of catching up cannot keep up with their speed of reading the text. So far, he doesn’t know any plot that is enough to make him cry.

Isn't it warm and interesting?

They seemed to be isolated from the situation.

The Great Elder thought that this scene was absurd, as if all the disciples were collectively possessed. If he was not so confident in himself, he would have suspected that this group of people had been ambushed on the way back.

He was about to say something to the third elder beside him, but when he turned around, he found that the third elder was already in tears.

And this voice, it seemed that the crying sound that could not be found from the source just now came from him.

But he still insisted, "It's so touching. Our Lingxiao Sect has finally brought honor to our ancestors... The author of this shit... I'm not reading the storybook. What I mean is that these disciples are really great, better than the traitor in the storybook. I'm not saying that I've read the storybook. I just think their crying is so touching."

"Maybe I'm too sexy. I can't help crying when I see scenes like this. It has nothing to do with the story."