"Mom, where are you, where are you? The creek hurts so much..." The little girl choked sadly, almost breathless.

It hurts, it hurts.

At such a young age, she is enduring pain that her age should not endure.

Su Xuan appeared quietly.

"Brother, can you help Xiaoxi move the wood? Xiaoxi hurts..." The little girl looked at Su Xuan, a little scared, but she couldn't help but begged cautiously.

Su Xuan squatted down slightly, silently lifted the wood, and repaired the little girl's broken foot.

The little girl stared with wide eyes, feeling that she was wrapped in warmth.

Fear, pain... everything was gone.

"Big brother..." The little girl looked surprised.

Su Xuan touched his head and said softly: "Have a good sleep and everything will be fine tomorrow."

"Well, well..." the little girl responded happily, but her eyelids became heavy and she slowly fell into Su Xuan's arms.

Su Xuan looked at it, not knowing what he felt in his heart.

She is still alive.

But her parents died.

How much should she miss her parents for the rest of her life?

"This world shouldn't be like this." Su Xuan said to himself.

This day.

A golden drizzle suddenly fell over the dilapidated ancient city.

The people who screamed in pain began to repair their wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They were pleasantly surprised and shocked, thinking that an immortal Buddha came to save them.

And when those dilapidated buildings began to be restored, they became even more enthusiastic.

Each one of them fell down to worship and cried with joy.

Su Xuan entrusted the little girl named Xiaoxi to a wealthy family in the ancient city.

He thought about taking the little girl away.

But as soon as this thought came, he killed it.

A little girl should not get involved in that chaotic world. An ordinary and peaceful life is her best destination.

Finally, Su Xuan walked up to the city wall and looked at the cheering crowd, but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes for no reason.

He seemed to hear the ancient city still crying.

The superficial wounds have been repaired, but the wounds left in the heart will remain with you for a long time and will be unforgettable for a long time.

…

night.

Su Xuan sat cross-legged on the city wall, with the starry sky above his head.

His eyes were a little hazy.

His short but exciting and tumultuous life kept replaying in his mind.

He thought a lot that night, and felt a rare sense of sadness.

Throughout the night, he kept mumbling to himself some words that someone had said to him before, some of which were sad, some warned, or some exhorted.

"Wen Ruyu once said, what's going on in this world? Why is it so difficult to distinguish between good and evil?" Su Xuan said to himself. When he said this, he couldn't help but clench his hands.

He said a lot, some of which he even forgot who told him.

at last.

He thought of the old man who could tolerate everything like the sea.

"Old Master once said that if the world is broken, a powerful person will need to re-write the rules."

After saying this, Su Xuan remained silent for a long time and said no more words.

Time passes slowly.

There is a light rising at the end of the distant horizon.

Su Xuan stretched out his hand and shook it slowly.

He wanted to hold onto the light on the other side.

But as the morning sun rose, the light spread all over the earth, making him look so small against the background.

but.

Su Xuan slowly raised his head, his eyes full of stubbornness.

Those eyes seemed to be shining brighter than the morning sun.
Chapter completed!