Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

? Another decade has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past ten years, Moxiu was expelled from the realm of cultivation, and the devastated land was left to be revived. The devil qi of Lishihai was cleaned up by the five main sects and restored to pure whiteness.

The collapsed Ascending Tower is also being rebuilt, and the disciples of the Five Martial Arts are busy. This time, the Ascending Tower will be built higher than the previous one.

In the mortal world, the influence of the devilish spirit has gradually faded. The green hills are green and the mountain flowers bloom again. Some young children opened their ignorant eyes and looked at the blue sky and tomorrow. The needle and thread in hand are embroidering.

The village is stable and peaceful, the universe is clear, and the years are peaceful.

In front of a certain room in Izuun Peak, a man in white gently clicked the door.

He held the tea cup in his hand, with a respectful smile on his face: "Master."

There was no sound in the door. He stood at the door for a while, opened the door and walked in.

Just like what he has done every day for the past ten years, he put down the tea cup in his hand, cooked a cup of tea skillfully, and placed it on the table.

"Master, today I went to Chuyunfeng to pick tea and saw the senior brother. He is still the same as before, as if nothing has changed." Shen Yi said to himself, as if he could really let that person hear him.

The room was deserted, only his own voice rang.

"I went to Liaoshihai. The Dengtian Tower is still under construction, and it seems to be higher than before."

"The head of Dongshe has recently accepted a new disciple. It is said that he is very qualified. He is very satisfied."

"The barrier of Luoyan Mountain is erected, Master, don't worry, this time the barrier won't break again," he smiled: "I left Liupu there. You want the world to be clear, I know."

He spoke intermittently, and when he fell silent, the room returned to silence again.

On the desk not far away, a soul lamp with two wicks was beating with blue flames.

Since his master died and disappeared, her soul power has not existed, and the soul lamp has also gone out.

So Shen Yi used his soul power as a wick and lit a lamp for himself.

The candlelight envelops the wick that will never ignite again, as if it were still on.

Shen Yi lowered his eyes.

After a long while, he stretched out his hand.

In the palm of his hand, there is a faint black pattern.

Even though his master refines his six souls to him, he is a demon after all, and there will always be demon patterns in his body from time to time.

Shen Yi said cautiously: "Master, come back. You see, I don't know when I will become a demon. You come back and kill me, okay?"

Even if it’s just to see me one last time.

Even if it's just looking at me with cold eyes for the last time.

The room was still cold and quiet.

Shen Yi waited for a long time, but did not wait for his master to appear.

Shen Yi quietly erased the lines, as if he could not feel the pain, his brows did not frown.

Naturally, he won't hurt anymore.

The pain when refining Six Souls couldn't hurt him, so how could it hurt any more.

At night when the willows were on the moon, Shen Yi fell asleep leaning on the foot of Master's bed.

He doesn't really need sleep, but he always hopes that he can dream of her.

It's just that his master didn't even want to appear in his dreams.

Under the moonlight, the people who were looking for their master over and over again in their dreams fell asleep in a hurry.

He didn't dream of anything, but he dreamed of everything in a daze, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

A hundred years later, the soul lamp on the desk finally went out, leaving only a wisp of smoke.

The dust has happened, and there is no trace in the world.

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