(MTL) The Story of a Cold Male Supporting Husband by Huajian Xiaopao

Chapter 3

Xiongxi

Ye Yuanxian was born with two spiritual roots of wood and fire. The purity of the spiritual roots is extremely high, which is no less than that of single spiritual roots. A spiritual root like him was the best existence even when the spiritual veins were not cut off hundreds of years ago, not to mention the modern age where there are not many monks.

It's a pity that he also has a protagonist brother who was born with a Chaos Immortal Body.

As the protagonist, all resources must be tilted towards him, whether others want it or not.

In the dream, Ye Yuanxian was running in the desert holding a magic weapon. His body was already covered with scars, and the pain in his heart was entangled in his internal organs. Those were the wounds left by his parents when he was forcibly detained, and it was also him. Punishment for disobedience.

The past events appeared one by one, and the pain that the spiritual roots were peeling off from the body seemed to have penetrated deep into the soul. Even in a different world, even in a dream of another world, the pain was still the same.

Ye Yuanxian frowned, and the tightly huddled body struggled in resistance.

Seeing that the quilt was kicked to the ground several times by him, the fool had no choice but to lie on the bed and hug him tightly together with the quilt, which stopped his struggle.

The feeling of being tightly wrapped seemed to give Ye Yuanxian a little strength. The scene in the dream changed. He was back when he was a child, holding a blue windmill in his hand, and he and his younger brother were one by one.

The very curious younger brother dismantled the windmill in his hand, and then cried loudly when Ye Yuan was playing, his parents easily took the windmill in his hand and gave it to the crying younger brother, regardless of his pleas, without caring at all. Will he be sad when he is young? He has lost count of how many times something like this has happened since he can remember. Whenever Ye Yuanzhan wants something, he must unconditionally back down without any complaints. From a candy in childhood to a pill later, and even the ancient magic weapon that appeared in the polar regions, it was obvious that he had already formed a blood pact and recognized Ye Yuanxian as the master, but he was still forced by his biological parents. After cutting off the blood contract and abolishing his triple cultivation, he gave it to Ye Yuanzhan.

Ye Yuanxian has been accustomed to giving in after experiencing such things a lot. He thought that when he helped his parents fulfill their wishes and repay the kindness of life, he would go to a place with beautiful mountains, clear waters and fertile land to live in seclusion, and live and practice freely and freely.

Ye Yuanxian always thought that as long as he worked hard to cultivate, sooner or later he would escape from here, and by then everything he encountered might not be important anymore.

It's just that he never expected that just because he and his younger brother were born from the same root, and their attributes were the most compatible, someone would suggest him to give his spiritual root as a "supplement" to his younger brother who has been unable to break through.

And he didn't expect that his parents would be so cruel to listen to other people's advice that they really wanted to use his spiritual roots to help the protagonist's younger brother break through.

Countless pictures flashed through his mind, Ye Yuanxian, who was in a coma on the bed, clenched his teeth, and his face flushed because of sweating looked extraordinarily beautiful, with a little more firework.

The fool doesn't know how to comfort the person in his arms, he can only rely on the most primitive instinct in his memory to slap Ye Yuanxian's back and comfort him carefully: "Don't be afraid, I will always protect you, far away. Don't be afraid of idleness!" The soothing murmur reached his ears like a spell, and seemed to feel his comfort. After a long time, Ye Yuanxian's frowning brows relaxed a little, his breath calmed down, and he entered a real sleep. Seeing that the people in his arms were quiet, the fool carefully loosened his arms and got out of bed. There was not much food at home, so he went to the mountains behind the shack to find some food. The baskets, back baskets, dustpans and other household items in Youluo Village are all made of bamboo, so every household has the habit of planting bamboo. Over time, those bamboos will grow into a large area, and they are everywhere in the village and outside the village. The fool first took a newly woven basket and pinned it to his waist. Holding the bamboo basket in his hand, he went to the stream not far away. The knee-deep water reflected the greenish color of the aquatic plants and flowed slowly.