Fantasy script: Am I the only villain?

"It is said that the bloody man slaughtered Gu Li, one man and one sword, and slaughtered tens of thousands of civilians of the Yellow Turban Army, which can be described as ruthless, inhumane, mad, and conscience..."

The storyteller's endless tirade made Wang Ye in the corner couldn't help frowning.

Although he knew, the young master didn't care about these false names.

But as one of the 108 heroes of Taiping Mountain, how could he be indifferent to the slander of others?

Just when he couldn't help but teach the storyteller a lesson.

A boy on the seat also stood up and walked out of the restaurant slowly.

"That's it, it's important to get down to business, this token on Yin Chuan's body must be in your hands..."

Wang Ye sighed lightly, slapped a few breath charms on his body, and quietly followed behind the son.

Under Gu Li's strict training, his latent tracking skills have reached the realm.

Because of this, the son-in-law of the Jindan Realm didn't notice it at all, and there was a sneaky little tail behind him.

It wasn't until he reached a gloomy alley that Wang Ye showed his fangs.

I saw that he was extremely hidden, and pulled out a big black iron rod from his arms, and smashed it heavily on the back of the boy's head.

"Bang!"

Hearing this crisp sound, Wang Ye couldn't help but sigh -

well, it's a good head!!

......

When Yin Chuan opened his eyes again, he found that he had been tightly tied up, and it was difficult to move.

Even a body of cultivation is firmly locked for some reason, no different from a mortal.

"Wake up?" A

black-robed man who had covered himself tightly walked up to him and said coldly

, "Hand over the token of the Sorrowful Plains Secret Realm, and spare you from dying!"

Hearing this, Yin Chuan's eyes suddenly showed anger,

and he shouted:

"Don't think!".

The Secret Realm of Sorrow is a garbage recycling station in an extraterritorial battlefield.

Although it is a garbage collection station, to the monks of the Kyushu continent, it is no different from a treasure trove!

Because those great powers that attack in the extraterritorial battlefield are full of treasures that ordinary monks dream of.

Even a drop of their blood is enough to make ordinary monks cultivate to a great advance and leap to the sky!

So how could Yin Chuan give up this opportunity to explore the secret realm

?" "Why can't you group of people understand the good intentions of the young master?"

The black-robed man sighed faintly and explained bitterly:

The young master said, the second generation of immortals like you, once you enter the secret realm, you will only be shaved by the protagonists.

"Those hateful protagonists will kill people and seize treasures, and they are also known as the weak and the strong, and finally kill not a single ant in the secret realm

!" "Brother, I'm saving your life!"

Wang

Ye persuaded with deep affection, but in exchange for a disdainful sneer from Yin Chuan.

Who

dares to kill all the people who enter the secret realm

? Aren't you worried about being the enemy of the world?

Yin Chuan raised his head and said coldly:

"I am the eldest son of the Yin family, if you dare to attack me, the Yin family will never let you go!"

"But, I'm really saving you... I

thought of the textbooks written by Gu Shao, such as "The Legend of Fan X Cultivating Immortals" and "Immortal X", as well as the routines in the textbooks.

Wang Ye scratched his head again

, and said helplessly: "Brother, you believe me, you are really just a food delivery person when you go in!"

"Since this is the case, then why do you want to send him to death?"

Hearing this, Wang Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly:

"What about death? If you die, then you will earn it!"

"If you can't come back, you're a martyr

!" "The young master once promised that if he didn't return, there would be a plaque sent to his home to ensure that future generations would not have to worry about it for ten generations

!" "The statue in the north and the ancestral hall in the south will be recorded in the history of the sect, and there will be one more page of the sect's textbooks in the future, which will be a must-test than the literary examination

!" "Tell me, this death is worth it!"

The blazing flame in his eyes made Yin Chuan's heart suddenly agitated, and he muttered:

"Crazy, absolutely crazy..."

Just when Yin Chuan was trembling, he heard Wang Ye laugh and said

, "So this brother, just

hand over your token?" "Otherwise,

I will have to kill you first before I can erase the imprint on your storage ring."

"And the process of cremation and extermination requested by the young master is too troublesome, and I don't want to cause trouble.

"You have to go over, you have to raise ashes, you have to kill all the living things in the vicinity, and you don't have any chance to resurrect the souls... Hey, brother, why are you shaking so much?"

I saw Yin Chuan throw a token to the ground with a snap, and said with a pale face:

"Take it! Take it away!!

"Stepping on the horse."

How could anyone regard the destruction of corpses as a process that must be strictly followed?

It is really a scorpion to pull a poop, the only one!

Seeing the token on the ground, Wang Ye showed a satisfied smile and said softly:

"

Thank you for your cooperation, you can get some sleep first, and you will be back to safety later. As

he spoke, he took out the one hundred and eight heroes limited edition again, Gu Li's customized big iron rod, and knocked it hard.

"Bang!"

Yin Chuan rolled his eyes again, and fainted on the ground.

Looking at the dense runes on the big iron rod, with the effects of forbidden law, impact divine soul, concealed breath, etc., Wang Ye couldn't help but sigh again:

"It's addictive to knocking on the stuffy stick, and the young master will not deceive me!"

After speaking, Wang Ye stuffed the token into his arms and flew back in the direction of the Taiping Sect in a leisurely manner.

......

......

"Young Master, one hundred and eight heroes have all obtained the token of the Sorrowful Yuan Secret Realm, in your words..."

Li Si leaned over to Gu Li's side and said respectfully:

"They have saved the lives of more than a hundred Immortal Second Generations!"

"Well done, we can also count this as a good deed."

Gu Li smiled softly, picked up the book in his hand and read it to himself.

The so-called one hundred and eight heroes are naturally the personal guards he selected from the sect.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or intentional.

Among these one hundred and eight people, there are thirty-six in the Jindan Realm and seventy-two in the Crystallization Realm, which is exactly the number of heaven and earth.

And under Gu Li's brainwashing and training and the imprint of the divine soul, their loyalty is beyond doubt.

Gu Li lowered his head and said with a smile:

"Wait until Lao Tzu brings all the one hundred and eight heroes into the secret realm, what Nalan Yan and Kong Ning..."

Now among these 500 people, more than 100 are people who take care of themselves...

This is not to buy goods, but what can you do?

When Gu Li only needs to look at the recent turns of others, he will be able to take all the opportunities in the secret realm for his own use!

With Gu Xi and one hundred and eight heroes...

He's invincible!

"Soon, soon, there's only a few days left..."

, just as Gu Li muttered to himself.

Li Si lowered his head again and said softly

, "In addition, Li En has also made some progress there, don't you want to take a look?"