I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

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Ann Lin stunned and looked at the boy who was laughing at him.

He didn't expect the life he had created. The boy who was always with him would pierce the sword to his heart and try to capture everything.

His heart hurts, he is not a saint, how can he endure such a thing.

So when Anlin saw the two options, he immediately chose A: Kill him!

Anlin’s body slowly disappeared, and the look looked coldly at the boy standing in the field.

"Ah! Brother, how did you disappear!?" The boy saw this scene and was also stunned.

He hasn't started to absorb power yet. He hasn't let Anggo witness his growth on the spot, how has it suddenly disappeared...

In this way, this empty world, finally only the boy alone.

He looked up and looked at nothing.

The boundless black earth, the gray and dark sky.

The boy looked at the sword in his hand and his arm could not stop shaking.

No one has ever spoken to him, and no one has taught him any knowledge.

The boy suddenly felt that he had no goals and no direction.

He was abandoned by Ango... or, is it because he abandoned Angge first?

Regret?

The boy looked at the sky, his eyes were red, his tears swirled in his eyes, and he could no longer walk.

Anlin looked down at the boy who was crying in the sky, watching him sit down on the ground at a loss.

After a long time, loneliness and despair are shrouded.

The boy became mad and the mood began to become unstable.

The vitality in his body was reversed in the riots, the blood turned black, his eyes became scarlet, and the skin began to condense layers of nails.

He began to change into the animal that Ange said, and the body twisted, and a small leg spurted out of his body, and his body swollen and became a spider.

Not long after, he turned into a black giant tiger, madly running on the mainland.

He became a flying eagle, rushing to the gray sky, trying to break free and want to prove something.

Finally, he exhausted the earth.

It fell to death.

There is no relief after death.

Sadness, pain, despair, temper, distortion...

He became a presence with infinite negative emotions, a dark and distorted body, wandering on the boundless earth.

When Anlin saw the shock of this scene, it seemed that something had finally unloaded its disguise.

During the emotional agitation, he was dazzled.

The next moment, he appeared in a quaint room.

What kind of event is being held here is very lively.

An Lin was lying on a couch in a comfortable face.

He looked up at the window, and there was a thick snow on the outside, and the snow covered a thick layer. The fireplace in the room, the firewood is burning, and the interior is covered with a warm glow.

An elliptical blue ghost squinted at the white eyes, fluttering to the side of An Lin, carefully laying a pot of hot tea and taking the cup to the front of An Lin.

Anlin picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea with a smile and glared at her eyes happily.

There are golden flame birds and playful turtles playing, with small stones in a dull, and white humanoids decorating a beautiful tree.

A small fish and a little dragon are arguing about something. Only the little blacks are the most reliable, and they are showing their talents in the kitchen to prepare for the dinner tonight.

A little girl with black wings behind her, ran to Anlin with her calf, holding Anlin’s calf and screaming: “Anlin’s brother, she is playing with a small snake, obviously bet with me and lost a bead. give it to me!"

An Lin looked at the little girl who had a small waist and a reluctant snake tail. It was also a little difficult.

The girl grievously licked her mouth, and her big eyes were tearing in tears. Obviously she was too gambling and could not bear the good thing.

Just as An Lin scratched his head, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

He stood up from the couch, opened the door, and then slammed it.

A little boy is holding a black sword and standing outside the door and weeping.

His clothes were ruined, his nose, cheeks, arms and ankles, and he was reddened by the extremely cold wind cream. He had a little snow on his messy hair.

"Anlin brother, I am wrong, I am really wrong..."

After the little boy saw Anlin, the tears kept falling down, and the body was so stiff that he forgot to tremble. Only the clear eyes had endless regrets and fears.

Of course, Anlin knew the boy. The boy was created by him, and finally the boy took a sword.

"Anlin brother, please forgive me, I will never do that kind of thing in the future."

The boy crouched in the snow and pleaded with grief.

Anlin could see that the boy’s grief and remorse were not allowed to be faked.

But if you admit it wrong, you should forgive him?

In the room, the playful sound was still not cut off, and the flame of the fireplace was burning.

Everything is so warm and beautiful, that is a paradise.

Outside the room, the ruthless wind whistling, the gray sky and the boundless snow.

Everything is so lonely and desperate, without any shelter.

Anlin stood at the door, as if he were at the border of two worlds, facing a choice.

Is this boy accepting him or abandoning him?

From the bottom of my heart, An Lin likes this boy very much.

The two have been with each other for a long time. The boy at that time was so cute, so pure, like the pure land with infinite hope, it will breed countless possibilities.

But because he likes it too much, when he faces a boy betrayal, his heart will be so painful.

The boy's head was already low, holding the only black sword, his knees squatting in the cold snow, and his body curled into a hedgehog.

Anlin didn't move, and the boy didn't move.

The goose feathers are still falling, covering the boy's head, covering up the thin and thin body.

The gate didn't close, and it didn't last long after the time passed.

Anlin didn't know what kind of emotion it was. He walked out of the door and slowly reached out to the boy's head. He opened the snow covering his body and hugged him.

Cold and warmth blend at this moment...

In a chaos and darkness.

Anlin seemed to have made a long, long dream~www.readwn.com~ When he woke up, his face had tear marks.

He wiped the tears from his face, and looked at it with ignorance, stone walls, stone pillars, coffins...

Oh... yes! I am in contact with the heart of the gods!

Fortunately no one, or let others see that a big man crying, it is too shameful!

He couldn't understand why touching a **** of the gods would lead to such a strange and bizarre dream.

What does that dream mean? What do those choices represent?

After Anlin thought of the boy, his heart was heavy.

There is a guess in my heart, but he really doesn't want to think in that direction.

Just then, the white light and the white river suddenly moved.

They moved at the same time, rushed into his body and began to merge! Mobile users please browse and read, a better reading experience.