The substitute heroine whose spiritual root was taken away11

Lifting the red cloth layer by layer, the shiny pearls were cold to the touch.

He touched it carefully.

He quickly wrapped the pearl earrings back in layers like a thief.

He hugged the box, put his face against it, and murmured softly.

"Miss."

He didn't know who he was or where he was.

When he woke up, he was in a ruined cave, naked, covered in scars, and with a sword wound on his abdomen.

He looked at the annoying marks on his body. Even if he had no memory, he knew that he had been used as a cauldron for harvesting.

That's all. After the man finished picking him up, he stabbed him in the Dantian very viciously.

Most of the physical abnormalities come from the front.

The person who harmed him should be a woman.

He analyzed calmly.

She should be a lustful, vicious and ugly witch.

He picked up the tattered clothes on the ground and put them on his body. Just as he was about to walk out of the cave, he heard the roar of a beast. He took a step back and quickly scanned the cave with his cold eyes.

Apart from a wooden stick, there was no other handy weapon.

He picked up the stick.

The monster was pressing forward step by step, looking at him greedily with its red eyes, roaring, and about to pounce on him and bite him.

He hit it hard on the head with the wooden stick.

However, he did not expect to cause any real harm to the monster, but instead angered it.

Its eyes flashed red, and its huge claws knocked him to the ground.

The smelly big mouth was full of bloody evil, and it was about to bite his neck off.

A room of electric light and flint.

A girl in light pink clothes descended from the sky, her dazzling face shining brightly in the dim cave.

The girl held a big knife in her hand and killed the monster with a bloody mouth.

The blood slowly dripped down her knife, and a ray of sunlight shone through the cracks in the stone on her pointed little face, and her fair skin was clear and flawless under the light.

For a moment, it seemed as if the world had stopped.

He looked at the expressionless girl, his heart beating like a drum, and he wrapped his clothes tightly tightly in embarrassment, fearing that the girl would see the traces of indecent condition on his body.

By some strange coincidence, he grabbed the girl's clothes.

Ask her to save him.

He is now seriously injured, and he doesn't know if the person who harmed him is far away.

If he were left here alone, he would definitely die.

He knew that the girl saved him.

He also asked the girl to take him in, which was really too much.

However, he felt vaguely in his heart that the girl would not leave him alone.

really.

The girl's clear eyes showed a surprised expression when she saw the injuries all over his body.

She smiled tenderly at him.

"good."

But he was too seriously injured and had lost all his strength just fighting the monster.

He was afraid that the girl would abandon him.

He whispered that his injury was too serious and could you give him some time to regain his strength.

But he didn't want her to bend down and pick him up.

For a moment, the world was spinning, and he nervously hugged the girl's neck.

The dirty look on his body was in sharp contrast to the clean and bright girl, and he put down his hand in panic.

But I didn't expect that she didn't dislike it at all.

She brought him to the Xuanyuan Sect.

Only then did he find out that she turned out to be the eldest lady of the Xuanyuan Sect, Shen Chen.

He and she are as different as clouds and mud.

She sent someone to treat him and never saw him again.

Although he has built a foundation, he cannot use his spiritual power.

The Xuanyuan Sect was interested in Shen Chen's face.

I never kicked him out.

He became an outer disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect.

He knew that his appearance was too eye-catching, so he cut off a simple mask and wore it on his face every day.

It's not that he can't speak.

I just don't want to talk to those outer disciples.

For some reason, he always felt that he should have been a powerful person, or at least an inner disciple.
Chapter completed!