Fast Travel: Please take care of the wronged villain from all dimensions

Ming Lingxue lowered her eyes and thought about what Xi Huan said. She clearly realized that when the world was in chaos and various countries went to war, the lives of the people would be in trouble and miserable.

Xi Huan took Ming Lingxue's hand and lightly snapped her fingers, and a huge map projection suddenly appeared in the sky. Xi Huan zoomed out on the map and marked the locations of two villages, which were located on both sides of the river.

Xihuan circled two villages with his hand, "I plan to build a road through the mountains and build the nearest road."

Ming Lingxue's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but said in surprise: "Uncle Junior..."

Xi Huan explained with a smile: "Seventeen years from now, evil spirits will wreak havoc in this world. I plan to connect the two villages and establish a large-scale immortal sect."

Ming Lingxue couldn't help but pursed her lips, and asked, "How much financial and material resources will it cost?"

Xi Huan answered with a serious smile: "We immortal cultivators will not take advantage of the common people. I will make puppets. These puppets can move hundreds of miles and be built quickly."

Ming Lingxue realized that she could not give better advice and could only silently follow the arrangements of her junior uncle. No matter what the little uncle said, she would obey.

After all, connecting two villages is also for the benefit of the people.

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The next morning.

After Xihuan woke up, Liu Yunzhu hurriedly found her, "Immortal, Jiujiu is awake, but he refuses to eat."

Xihuan followed her to the room and saw a small figure hiding in the bed, like a shy little animal.

Xihuan stepped forward and said to him with a smile: "Little crying bag, your eyes are red and swollen from crying, just like a little frog."

When the little guy heard this, he immediately opened the quilt and looked at Xihuan with tears in his eyes, "Can't I cry? What's wrong with boys? Boys can cry too! My dad just said that I am a man, why should I cry? Why can't a man cry? I'm not a human being, I'm just a monster."

Xihuan patted his back gently and helped him wipe away his tears, "It's not that I don't allow you to cry, it's just because your eyes will turn into ugly little frog eyes after crying. This has nothing to do with whether you are a man or not. You can cry occasionally, but don’t cry for too long.”

Jiujiu hugged Xihuan's arm tightly, "Little uncle, am I really a monster?"

Xihuan gently touched his head and said in a very childlike tone, "Jiujiu, you are not a monster, you just have a special ability. This ability has huge destructive power, but as long as you maintain If we are happy, happy and brave, we can control it and turn it into the power to protect others. Just like yesterday, although you were afraid, you bravely released it. Jiujiu, as long as you are happy, we will Can overcome anything.”

Xihuan looked at him, he would be a demon when he grew up, and said that he would harm the people. By then, he had grown up, and it was too late. The harm was harm. It didn't matter if someone suddenly came to redeem him.

Redemption literature is not suitable for adults. Talking about redemption after the age of sixteen basically depends on luck.

Xihuan spoke softly, "Jiujiu, I was just like you when I was a child. I had a kind of power that was considered unlucky by the clan. My father loved my mother, but under the oppression of the clan, he could only send me away. The town, my master, who was also my adoptive father, and my adoptive mother, they all loved me very much, and they said that if I couldn’t control my power, I should do something meaningful.”