[MTL] My Father Is The Villain Who Destroys The World

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Turn the time back half an hour.

     In the silent moonlight, the human cub was sleeping, with his little fist placed next to the pillow, and he had a dream.

     He dreamed of a young man in white clothes. That young man looked like a ghost, as if Shura was still alive. A mask fell to his feet. He carved a row of "positive" characters on the wall with his hands.

     The lime fell to the ground rustlingly, and the young man said in a youthful voice: "This is the four hundred and sixty-seventh day when he insulted me, ruined me, and bullied me, and this is the thirty-sixth day when I endured him, let him, and avoided him, and kept a low profile... …Watching him become more and more rampant, my Dao heart became stronger and stronger, and the earth and mountains could not be moved."

     My heart is like a rock, I can't turn it around.

     The young man had lowered his eyes and casually stroked the inscription on the wall. After a while, he slowly raised his head, stared at the sky, and said softly: "The way of heaven is above, are you watching me?"

     This sentence seemed to be whispered softly, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

     Since the last thunderstorm, the young man has come to his senses and realized that the black scar on his face is a living creature that feeds on gloom, constantly stealing his luck and cultivation base, and driving him crazy, as if going crazy for him invaded his body.

     He was disfigured, he was terrified, and the scars spread.

     He was feared by his classmates, and he tried hard to keep them, but his classmates were even more frightened, and the scars spread further.

     He was rejected by the master, and he felt pain in his heart. He was like a clown trying to win the attention of the master, and the scars spread even more.

     Every time the scar grew, he fell into madness, and his heart was tormented like wildfire.

     But when he was unmoved, he found that the expansion of the scar had stopped, and the boy's eyes were calm, and he realized that this was really a monster parasitic on his face. He tried every means to make him lose his mind. What would happen if he really lost his mind? Sample?

     Is the other party going to take advantage of it?

     He didn't even dare to think about that fate.

     But as long as his Dao heart is stable and he is not moved by other people's eyes, the monster will have nothing to do with him.

     Before he finds out the solution to this monster, he has to travel like a dragon in a shallow valley, forbearance and dormancy. The more the young man thinks about it, the brighter and brighter the Dao Heart in his dantian becomes.

     The young man said again: "Grandpa Tiandao, I can't move forward in the talisman now. I can't even keep up with the most basic talisman. Whenever I draw the ghost-exorcism talisman, there is a burning pain on my face. Come to think of it. The sore on my body was a ghost, and he was frightened."

     Thinking of this, the boy sneered.

     He has become a waste who can't draw a single talisman from the proud son of heaven, and his face is completely ruined. The ghost thought that he would suffer and be hysterical. How could he make the other party happy, let alone...he is now How can a person who is watched by the Dao of Heaven allow himself to be in the same boat as ghosts?

     The young man babbled, and the human cub was half asleep and half awake, so he couldn't quite understand it.

     He summed it up by himself, this should be a story about a poor young man suffering from a terminal illness, but making unremitting efforts to overcome the illness.