Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Zhao Zhizhi almost dragged his legs and walked towards his yard unconsciously. The blood mark on her wrist was still dripping with blood. Although it was bandaged, it had little effect. The blood color quickly faded from her lips. She shook her head and shook the stars that were gradually gathering in front of her eyes. Suddenly, she accidentally tripped over the threshold of the door and threw herself forward.

A touch of cyan clothes passed before his eyes.

Wei Shao's heart almost dropped to the ground. He held Zhao Zhizhi's arm emptyly, feeling that the person in his arms had suddenly become much thinner than when they met in Xiaoqiulin. When he came to clean the courtyard today, he saw that Zhao Zhizhi was not there. After asking around carefully, he found out that he had been dragged away by the elder to socialize.

Most of the dignitaries in the world were the same thing. He was nervous but couldn't catch up rashly, so he had to wait for Zhao Zhizhi to come back in the yard.

who knows……

He stared at the scars on Zhao Zhizhi's wrists with splitting eyes, and couldn't help but choked up his voice, "Could it be that there was another sacrifice ceremony held in the tower?"

Zhao Zhizhi felt that he could hardly hear any sound. In other words, she heard too many sounds.

"Zhizhi, dad will be waiting for you in the capital."

"Sister, this capital guard is really impressive!"

"Master - I don't understand this prescription."

"Holy girl? Everything about you is much more precious and useful than the Rejuvenation Pill."

"Zhizhi, follow me, go quickly, go quickly! Go quickly..."

Zhao Zhizhi was floating around in the chaos of consciousness, feeling empty, unable to find where to go, and where she was coming from. The thoughts of people from all walks of life wrapped her up so tightly and painfully, but the only person willing to hold her hand was left alone. Give her a back view, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't catch up.

"I..." Zhao Zhizhi opened his lips, but suddenly dark red blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth, and in a blink of an eye, most of his chest was dyed red, which looked shocking.

"I'm so tired, old man. I want to rest."

Zhao Zhizhi's lips and teeth were stained with blood, and he let out a low sigh.

Wei Shao didn't know why Zhao Zhizhi's face changed rapidly from red to black, to black to pink for several times. He was even more upset when he saw someone vomiting blood. But before he could react, Zhao Zhizhi pushed him away and stumbled into the house. The lonely figure looked helpless and desperate, which made Wei Shao's heart ache.

After a moment of silence, he condensed his fingers into a sword, made a sharp stroke at the hem of his clothes, and covered the three inches of cut clothing in front of his eyes. Then he took a deep breath, silently stepped forward and rushed over, took Zhao Zhizhi in his arms, and gently held it. She placed him on the couch and tucked her into bed tremblingly.

"I'm sorry, Zhizhi." Wei Shao carefully covered Zhao Zhizhi's injured hand with his palms like holding pearls. He put it on the side of his face and rubbed it softly with great nostalgia. His tone was slightly hoarse, "Waiting for you to wake up." Yes, I will take you away. I will definitely take you away."

Whether it was Xiaohe Village, the warmth of spring in the apricot grove, the capital, the palace, or such a huge land in the world, Zhao Zhizhi could go wherever he wanted. The only thing he wanted was for her to be safe and healthy, and nothing else.

How could I be so wronged?

During Zhao Zhizhi's brief coma, he saw someone again. But it was completely different from the nightmare scene before. She saw a huge warehouse filled with daily necessities, herbs and food. There was a figure who was diligently tidying up. The familiar back was capable and cheerful, but she looked at Zhao Zhizhi for no reason. My heart felt cold.

She wanted to step forward, but she seemed to be timid about being close to home, so she stopped where she was.

"You came."

As soon as the sound came out, Zhao Zhizhi couldn't help but start to tremble, and his legs that were originally nailed to the spot began to retreat a little bit, as if he was trying to take her to run away.

It was her own voice.

No, no, that's not the case!

Zhao Zhizhi tried to scream, but found that she could not make a sound at all. She pressed her throat and forced herself to make a sound as if retching. She screamed crazily, so that the pain in her throat was like tearing, and she almost felt like Cuckoo coughs up blood like that.

"Why are you resisting me? Why do you still stay here?"

The man turned around and saw a face exactly like Zhao Zhizhi.

"Zhao Zhizhi" looks the same as her in age, but her demeanor and appearance are extremely mature, as if she has experienced thousands of sails and washed away all her glory, and as if she has been hurt by all the vicious things in the world, so that now there is no wave. .

"Why are you covering your mouth? It's obviously me who can't make a sound."

Following the words of "Zhao Zhizhi", the sound echoing in the warehouse suddenly became distorted, as if ten thousand sharp claws were scratching on the copper pipes. Zhao Zhizhi covered his ears in pain, but felt the sound waves reverberating again and again. The pain of tearing his skull, and the warm blood staining his palms.

A large pool of blood came out of "Zhao Zhizhi's" mouth.

"The one who can't hear is obviously me."

"Zhao Zhizhi" had blood stains on his ears.

"I can't see or hear, and I can't speak!"

As the words fell away, "Zhao Zhizhi's" seven orifices burst into ulcers, and blood spurted out from every place. Then there was only a black blood hole left, smiling silently at Zhao Zhizhi.

"Let's go, Zhizhi. Go to where you should go, to... a place that can protect you."

"—Then, find me in the firelight."

After saying the last sentence, all the scenes in the warehouse suddenly faded away. Sparks appeared out of nowhere. Zhao Zhizhi thought with a thought, and an infinite fire ignited in the sky. A fire dragon spiraled out of the pile of herbs and rushed toward Zhao Zhizhi's door. Come on!

In the flash of lightning, golden copper walls suddenly erected around Zhao Zhizhi, protecting her firmly within them. The fierce tongues of fire licked the four walls, and even made countless tragic sounds of peeling off, but Zhao Zhizhi stood peacefully in the middle without any damage.

The next moment, the world was spinning, and Zhao Zhizhi suddenly opened her eyes on the bed, breathing air quickly like a fish on the beach, as if if she slowed down for a second, she would be swallowed up by the nightmare chasing her, and she would never be able to live again. She will never see the owner of those cries that once appeared in her ears, never again...

That touch of cyan clothes.

Let's go. Zhao Zhizhi repeated one sentence over and over again as he calmed down his breathing, "I want to leave here, I want to go home."

But why?

She is not Zhao Zhizhi, the saint of the Heavenly Medicine Sect, so who is she?