The substitute heroine whose spiritual root was taken away37

Xie Xuan was placed on the bed by Shen Chen. Looking at his still closed eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Just like I was immersed in a nightmare the past few days.

Shen Chen took out a pair of golden bells from the mustard space.

Exquisite patterns hover over it, revealing fresh aura. The style of the golden bell is one that is often made for spiritual beasts in the world of cultivation.

As she swayed slightly, the bell made a crisp sound.

She lowered her eyes and tied the golden bell on Xie Xuan's white ankle.

The two complement each other.

Set against the backdrop of the golden bells, the ascetic and indifferent Xie Xuan becomes more frivolous and colorful.

Magic weapon.

She refined it herself. As long as Xie Xuan is within ten thousand miles of her, she can easily sense his location.

The moonlight shines on the earth through wisps of gauze-like clouds, and Shen Chen pushes open the wooden door.

Went to find Shen Muyuan, the leader of Xuanyuan Sect.

The moonlight was slightly cool, but it was somewhat diluted by the smile on her face.

I hope Master likes the gift she gave him.

Xie Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat up, holding on to the edge of the bed, breathing heavily.

The bizarre dreams cleared away the fog, and all the memories were as clear as yesterday.

He remembered.

Everything.

That damn scoundrel has been playing tricks on him.

He put his fingers on his forehead, half of his face was soaked in the moonlight, looking flawless.

He suddenly felt very ridiculous.

The funny thing is that he, who lost his memory, actually fell in love with that evildoer.

Seeing him being deceived by her, yet acting like a fool and trying to please her.

After knowing that she didn't love him, he was heartbroken, and seeing him in pain, the villain must be very proud.

All she did was lie to him.

Every step is based on lies.

He thought he must be crazy.

Thinking of that evil disciple, there would still be traces of pain in his chest, and what appeared in front of his eyes was her smiling fox eyes.

She obviously destroyed him, killed Miaomiao, destroyed all his beliefs, reduced him to dust, and reduced him to a useless person.

But he will still feel pain because of her.

Damn it.

The last remaining soul of Miaomiao died.

She will never come back.

Xie Xuan leaned on the bed and closed his eyes. He suddenly felt that everything was so powerless.

It was the last time I was so powerless.

Thousands of years ago.

Everyone thought she had ascended.

He was the only one who saw her soul being struck by lightning. The world thought that the miracle brought about by her ascension was just that her body dissipated and could no longer hold the full spiritual power.

The spiritual power of her death nourished the world of cultivation for three hundred years.

He didn't understand why she died in a thunderstorm if she was so powerful.

He was the one he wanted to die.

But he wasn't even worthy of dying for her.

His life was saved by her.

That year was a drought year that only happens once in a century.

The entire village had no harvest.

Starving people are everywhere, and corpses are floating thousands of miles away.

The people exchanged their sons for food.

Unfortunately, he was the weakest born and was given to the village chief's family by his mother.

The village chief set up a big pot at the entrance of the village, and the poor villagers looked at him with green eyes.

His mother wiped away tears and held the village chief's youngest daughter. The girl, who was as thin as him, looked at him who was tied up in a daze.

He is only thirteen years old and he doesn't want to die yet.

But those people were hungry and anxious.

They won't let him go.

A critical moment.

The distant ringing of car bells came with the misty wind, and a carriage slowly appeared at the entrance of the village. The silver carriage decoration was as exquisite and clear as ice carvings, and the small silver bells on the windows jingled crisply.

The two white horses pulling the cart attracted everyone's attention.

The villagers looked at the strong white horse and swallowed their saliva.

They stopped looking at him.

Everyone's eyes were shining, and they rushed forward with shovels, pickaxes and other farm tools in their hands, surrounding the carriage.
Chapter completed!