Qingyan took off her shirt, and the blood-red and ferocious scars on her arms appeared in front of her eyes, and she gasped.
Mo Fei, you are so cruel. You beat me indiscriminately.
Until this moment, the heart that had been hesitating and struggling was completely frozen.
The intense pain caused Qingyan's petite body to fall to the ground.
Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds. There were bursts of lightning and thunder, and countless raindrops began to fall crazily. In the violent storm, everyone ran past, and no one stopped for the unconscious person on the ground.
Qingyan lay on the ground, letting the violent storm wreak havoc. The raindrops hit her body and face, and the sound of pedestrians' rushing footsteps, the sound of wind, the sound of rain, and occasionally the angry sounds of pedestrians mixed together to create a desolate tune.
Like a beautiful heart. Like ice.
"Master, that person is so pitiful. Master, can we help them?" The young Long Yao shook the fairy-like old man in white next to him.
The old man touched the long snow-white beard on his chin and counted his fingers. "Okay, I promise you, master. Help them. Disciple, you go back first. Master will be here soon."
Long Yao happily opened the oil-paper umbrella he just bought and looked at the people who were still in the rain. He walked back. He knew that the master would definitely help since he promised to help. He just had to stay at home obediently.
There was no umbrella but no raindrops fell on him. The old man in white, like a fairy, walked slowly towards Qingyan.
"Aren't you willing? Are you not convinced? Then stand up and walk back with me. I will help you. Let you live and bully those who have hurt you back. If you can't stand up, just sleep.
Here, I will live like this all my life..." The old man's voice was resolute and powerful. The lifeless Qingyan opened her eyes and stubbornly tried to stand up.
"Tear~" The pain on her body made Qingyan gasp. When she stood completely still in the rain, Qingyan raised her head and looked at the old man in white standing quietly beside her. The old man nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, now. Follow me and walk back. If you can't bear this pain, then you might as well lie down." The old man touched his snow-white beard and walked forward.
When Qingyan heard this, although she was a little angry, she still followed the old man with strong steps. Her strong little body still kept moving. The corner of her mouth was bitter. She followed the old man step by step. The solidified blood on her body was wetted by the rain.
Wash it. Drop it to the ground along the hem of your clothes.
The bright red blood mixed with the cold rain, leaving red blood stains all the way.
"Tear." The exhaustion and pain in her body caused Qingyan, who had walked for a long time, to fall to the ground. The old man turned around and stood aside indifferently without saying a word.
He frowned and bit his white lips with his silver teeth. The strong smell of blood filled the tip of his nose. Waves of tantalizing heat came from the ground washed by the rain. The sticky smell made Qingyan wrinkle his nose uncomfortably.
Her rain-dampened hair stuck tightly to her face. Black mud stained her body. She was in a miserable state.
Qingyan turned around obliquely. She grabbed the mud with her little hands and crawled forward bit by bit. The old man's calm face began to waver.
She didn't know how long she had been walking, but the blood-red road was getting longer and longer. Qingyan felt that her breathing was getting weaker and weaker, causing her whole body to tremble. When the cold rain hit her tired eyelids again, she fainted.
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#There is nothing more charming than the green hills after bathing in the spring rain. The entire hillside is covered with lush green. The mist that has not yet dissipated is like elegant silk, wrapped around its waist in strands. The sun has just left the sky.
The summit of the mountain was revealed behind it, and the warmth of its first rays of light mingled with the coolness of the fading night, giving one a sense of sweet weariness.
Xianxia Mountain, under the reflection of the early sun, is covered with a thin layer of silver gauze, like a steep jade standing on the plain of the royal domain, noble, high-banked and holy. On the top of the high mountain,
There are flickering lights in a bamboo house.
The pain from her body made Qingyan's closed eyes tremble slightly. She frowned. When the clear pain in her arm came again, she let out a muffled groan. She opened her misty eyes. What she saw was a white curtain.
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"Girl, don't move. Take good care of yourself." The old man in white said softly and calmly.
"Sister, just have a good rest, the master will save you." Qingyan saw a pink and jade-like doll lying beside her bed with its cute little nose wrinkled, and its milky voice made Qingyan smile slightly.
He looked at the person in front of him lovingly.
"Okay." The hoarse voice came out and Qingyan was stunned. How could her voice be so vicissitudes of life?
Long Yao wiped Qingyan's face with a basin of water. His serious face moved Qingyan. She choked and forced her wet tears in, and her eyes turned red.
"Ah, little senior sister, did Long Yao hurt you? I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Long Yao said nervously, wiping Qingyan's eyes with his little hand.
"Be good, little one? I'm fine. What little senior sister?" He cast doubtful eyes on the old man in white behind him. The old man nodded lightly and said, "I said I would save you and let you live. That means I will accept you as my disciple."
.Long Yao started training earlier than you, so I had to call you junior sister."
Accept her as your disciple? Qingyan looked happy.
"Yes, Long Yao will be your junior brother from now on. I hope my junior sister will give you some advice." Long Yao took a step back, raised his hands and said seriously.
"Thank you, master, thank you, little junior brother." The master was very kind to her. If it weren't for her, she might not know where she would be living. Maybe she was a little beggar on the street, maybe she was taken in by ordinary people as an ordinary woman. But now
, just by the master's fairy-like appearance, one can guess her future cultivation. She must avenge the injustice she received from the Mo family and the indiscriminate beatings given by Mo Fei.