"Miss Zhaoling, it's already too late." She smiled and shook her head.
Butler Xiao Lin... Actually, to be more rigorous, I should call him Butler Lao Lin.
Another ten years have passed, and in total, he has been guarding Ping An Tower for thirty years.
For thirty years, people cry out for food, until their children cry out for food; when people are twenty, they are young and frivolous, until when people are fifty and half buried.
Xiao Lin has become Lao Lin, and Ye Zhaoling knows that he has been guarding Ping An Building.
He has been in Ping An Building for as long as she can remember.
However, Ping'an Building was only built for eighteen years. To say that he worked conscientiously as the housekeeper of Ping'an Building is not very rigorous.
However, he did guard one person for thirty years.
Twenty years ago, "Father's" last daughter also followed in the footsteps of her sisters. He spent three years building the Ping An Building, and the ten daughters were neatly installed like the last parts of the Ping An Building.
Later, news of their deaths spread one after another. In fact, they are still alive, but each one has undergone mutations that ordinary people cannot understand. They cannot grow like normal people, are delirious, cannot grow old, and cannot eat human food.
food.
They all became monsters who depended on elixirs for their lives.
Yes, that's how ironic it is.
The Ye family was ashamed of all the evil in the world. Their ancestors were associated with the mountain gods, and they offered holy souls to the gods for generations. They held the mountain-suppressing nun on the altar with one hand, and established countless rules to restrain the people of Qingcheng to ensure that their ruling class was unbreakable.
The biological daughters of the current ruler of the Ye family are all monsters that cannot exist in the world according to the rules.
The person Xiao Lin had guarded for thirty years was such a monster.
Ye Zhaoling had seen her and was deeply impressed by her. She seemed younger than Ye Zhaoling. She was awake for no more than two hours a day. Most of the time, like her sisters, her eyes were closed.
, breathing weakly.
She is the third among ten sisters.
"Father" affectionately called her Sanhuai'er. It is said that she was born when the Sophora japonica flowers were in full bloom in Qingcheng.
Why are you so impressed by her?
Because the skin mutation that occurred on her body is the most obvious. Umbrella-shaped sarcomas often pop up from her hands and arms, just like extra flower branches, they need to be pruned, otherwise they will spread over a large area.
Then fester.
Even though she was such a monster, Butler Xiaolin still guarded her for thirty years. From the time when she was young and frivolous, to today, her temples are gray and she is very old.
He looked at Ye Zhaoling and repeated it calmly.
"It's too late."
Ye Zhaoling jumped up to the altar and sat down, grabbed a handful of caramel melon seeds and started to crack them. She looked at Tang Boyu and said, "I'm not like Boss Tang who can do calculations, know everything, and know everything; you
If you come to me, you won't be so confused and confused."
"By the way, I don't have much time. Please keep your story short."
Butler Lao Lin knelt down with a plop in front of Ye Zhaoling.
"At six o'clock the night before yesterday, there was a fire in Ping'an Building, and the third lady died..."
"Please, save her. Please, let her live!"
Ye Zhaoling watched him remain silent for a long time and shook his head: "You know very well that they take blood pills every week for ten years. That is a pill made from my flesh and blood. If my flesh and blood is really
As Huang Daozhang said, it can make people immortal and immortal, so they will not be burned to death by fire and should be alive and kicking."
Ye Zhaoling jumped off the stage, knocked on the golden body, and smiled sarcastically: "You also said that everything is too late, and we have no way to change the status quo.
"Since it can't be changed, why not think about what to do next?"
Why not think about it carefully, how could Ping An Building catch fire for no reason? My father spent the first half of his life working hard for the status of the Ye family, and the second half of his life devoted himself to his ten precious daughters. In 2013, Ping An Building was built in 2023.
The Fire Tree and Silver Garden was built, but as of today in 2033, ordinary Ye family members are still not qualified to enter and exit the Ping An Building. Not only are they not qualified, they also have no courage to burn down the Ping An Building. Everyone knows that it is the pain in their father's heart.
"
Tang Boyu nodded: "Except for Huang Sanmao, no one dares to disturb Tai Sui."
Ye Zhaoling put away his knife: "Father trusts Huang Daozhang and firmly believes that I can make medicine to cure my daughters. At this critical moment in the last year, when the news of my death reaches the Ye family, my father must be very sad."
Panic."
"When Ye Gonggu panicked, it was Huang Sanmao who bore the brunt of the disaster. He didn't expect that you died so quickly that you didn't even leave a body."
"It just so happened that after the incident at Mammy's Temple on the evening of the 6th, the Holy Soul was stolen at the same time; your house was suddenly hit by a fire in the early morning of the 7th, and the news of your death was sent back to the Ye family.
To make matters worse, he asked Huang Sanmao to find a way to save his daughters immediately."
"But they turned into that kind of thing, all because of Ye Gongquan's own sins. To comply with the punishment of heaven, even if Huang Sanmao has extraordinary abilities, there is no way to save them. At most, he can only save them.
Hanging on to their lives. Treating Ye Gongdog perfunctorily."
Ye Zhaoling kicked the altar: "So, he kept doing nothing and burned down the Ping'an Building, and it was all over. It really seemed like something he could do."
Butler Xiao Lin's eyes fell on Huang Daochang's Jin: "When I arrived, it was already too late. I was delayed by his people for half an hour. When I rescued the third lady, she was dying."
"Her hair was burned to ashes, black smoke poured into her lungs, and she coughed in my arms for a long time..."
The locust flowers on Qingcheng Mountain were falling in the air like snow, with firelight and black smoke filling the sky. The third lady's face was wrapped with bandages one after another. On her goose-yellow dress, there were small flames burning out one after another.
Hole.
A bug called disease ate away at her body, leaving her unable to smile, speak, or walk.
Finally, a bug called fire eroded her life.
"I don't know if I heard it wrong..."
She seemed to be reciting a mantra she once had.
His slender, pale hands grasped the air, and his throat came out with a few indistinct syllables, and his breath was like a gossamer.
Sophora flower candy, busy orange.
——
Anyone who saw her smile could not imagine that she would be shelved like a piece of porcelain for the next thirty years. Her illness buried her dreams and future, leaving her trapped in the status quo for decades.
The lifespan of a locust tree can be up to more than three hundred years.
The flowering period of Miss San is only fifteen years.
The next thirty years were like a nightmare for her, with never-ending pain and daily decoctions replacing her beloved sophora flower sugar and sugar orange.
It wasn't until the last moment of her life when she heard two familiar words suddenly appear in her mouth that Lao Lin felt that the thirty years he had been watching by her side were not all in vain.
At least she regained consciousness for a moment in the last moment.
If she is rescued but her current situation cannot be changed and she still has to continue her life as a monster, will she be happy?
What if living in this world is hell to her?
The third lady is so suitable for goose yellow. She is as lively and beautiful as the blooming locust flower.
