From the prototype, immortal - Chapter 1284

For these heinous people, mercy will only make them commit evil more unscrupulously.

Therefore, Ji Dian continued to wave the rosary beads in his hand, beating the Samsara Man almost out of his mind.

I saw that the reincarnation was dying at this time, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly became firm, as if at this moment, he finally understood his mistake.

“I…I was wrong. I am willing to accept the punishment. All I ask is that you give me a chance to change my ways.”

The voice of the reincarnator was weak but firm, as if at this moment, he had found the destination of his soul.

Ji Dian snorted coldly.

“Okay, I’ll send you to the underworld to reform!”

As soon as Jidi finished speaking, he pulled out the last rosary, and the reincarnator died suddenly.

However, his soul did not fly away, but his soul was taken away by the underworld. If he were tried according to the underworld of this world, he would probably be innocent, because he did not commit the crime in this world.

At most, he would forget his past life and become a member of the six paths of reincarnation in this world.

Of course other reincarnations don’t know this kind of thing. If they knew, they might not act so arrogantly.

While Ji Dian was teaching the reincarnations a lesson, the reincarnations on Yuan Batian’s side dragged him and ran away quickly.

Ji Dian did not pursue him. Yuan Batian was not in a hurry and could take his time.

But when he turned around, Esdeath and Chang Wei were gone.

“Going so fast.”

Ji Dian murmured, gently brushing his shoulders with his slightly messy but somewhat fairy-like long hair.

Although he was unwilling to have too many entanglements with Chang Wei and his group, after all, as an immortal sent by heaven to the earth, he shouldered the important task of maintaining order in the world and was not involved with those unidentified, demonic or demonic beings. , will undoubtedly tarnish his status as an immortal.

But then he thought about it, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of grievance in his heart: You all avoid me like a snake and a scorpion, can’t you treat me with courtesy first?

Ji Dian shook his head helplessly, walking lightly through the group of beggars just now, his eyes accurately locked on a figure – the ninth beggar pig intestine. No, according to the rules in the beggar circle, he should be called ” “Da Zhong Beggar”, referred to as “Da Zhong”.

This name sounds quite joking, but in fact it is a kind of envy and jealousy among the beggars towards Zhu Dachang.

Da Zhong is also considered a “celebrity” among beggars, but his reputation is not very glorious. He is shameless and does not seek advancement. He always takes advantage of the kindness of others and demands more and more.

If you give him one point, he dares to ask for ten. This kind of behavior is undoubtedly disgusting in the eyes of normal people, but among the beggars, it has become his unique “philosophy of survival”.

On the one hand, the beggars were shocked by his shamelessness, but on the other hand, they secretly admired his “ability” and also despised him.

“Do, what are you doing…”

Zhu Dachang was so frightened that his face turned pale and his voice trembled, as if he was waiting for the coming punishment.

The broken bowl in his hand shook unconsciously, and the few copper plates inside made a crisp sound. That was his only harvest today.

“Master, I really have no money. Look, I have given you all my broken bowls. If you want to beat me up, can you be gentler?”

As Zhu Dachang spoke, he handed the broken bowl in his hand to Jidian, his eyes full of pleading and fear.

“Hehehe, you are a big guy, right? You are lucky today, your destiny is about to change.”

Ji Dian’s words were somewhat mysterious, as if he had already seen Zhu Dachang’s future transformation.

Ignoring Zhu Dachang’s struggle and confusion, Ji Dian picked him up and strode towards the direction of Li Mansion. In his plan, among the three Ninth Generations, the Ninth Generation Evil Yuan Batian was undoubtedly the most difficult to conquer.

Yuan Batian is ruthless and cunning. It is not easy to change him. Therefore, Jidian decided to start with Zhu Dachang, who was relatively easy, and find a breakthrough step by step.

“Beggars, what do you need most?”

Ji Dian was thinking about it in his mind as he walked.

His eyes passed through the bustling street and fell on the beggars with ragged clothes and unkempt hair, and he had the answer in his heart.

“Money, yes, it is money. Although money is not everything, having money can at least allow them to find some dignity and give them a chance to get rid of this life of begging.”

Thinking of this, Ji Dian became more determined in his plan.

He planned to change Zhu Dachang into clean clothes first so that he would no longer look so downtrodden, and then find a way to help him find a job so that he could support himself.

As long as Zhu Dachang’s life improves even a little bit, Ji Dian will have the confidence to continue to guide him and help him completely get rid of his identity as a beggar and start a new life.

It can only be said that Ji Dian, the Dragon Subduing Arhat, is too naive.

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Li Mansion, this once glorious mansion, now seems to have experienced a doomsday catastrophe. The walls have collapsed, the beams and columns are crooked, the rubble is scattered all over the ground, and everything is devastated.

The sun shines through the broken roof and shines mottledly on the mess on the ground, adding to the desolation and desolation.

Jidian was dressed in ragged clothes and was unkempt. He was dragging Zhu Dachang with one hand, and holding the low-energy Fuhu with slightly dull eyes in his other hand. The three of them slowly walked into the ruins, as if they had traveled from another world and interacted with the surroundings. The dilapidated scene is in sharp contrast.

Just as the three of them stopped and looked at the tragic scene in front of them, there was a burst of hurried horse hooves and the noise of the crowd in the distance. It turned out that Li Maochun and his wife had returned from an outing, and they hurried back with a group of servants.

Their faces were originally filled with joy and relaxation after the outing, but when their eyes touched the scene in front of them, all the smiles froze instantly, replaced by disbelief and deep fear.

Li Maochun, a middle-aged man in his fifties with a majestic face, dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, seemed a little out of control due to excessive shock.

His wife, Wang, was a gentle and dignified woman. At this moment, her eyes were full of worry and heartache. She held her husband’s hand tightly, as if to seek a little comfort.

“Xiuyuan, my child, I heard that you were struck by lightning. Let me see if you are in any trouble?”

Wang’s voice was a little choked, and she looked eagerly at Ji Dian, her son Li Xiuyuan, the boy who always loved to get into trouble but was kind-hearted.

Hearing this, Ji Dian chuckled, casually lifted up his hair that was struck by lightning and looked like fireworks, and said with a bit of pride: “Mom, don’t worry, it’s just a little thunder. I’m a lucky son, so it’s not a big deal. Look, my new hairstyle is so cool, I’ll get a lot of attention when I walk on the street, do you want to try it too?”