Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Yiyue's face looked very ugly. She took a deep breath to suppress her inner anger. However, her fingers were trembling slightly as she applied medicine to Changqing, and the corners of her eyes were red.

"This is Dust Fall Pill."

Chang Qing took it and swallowed it. He instantly felt refreshed, and his damaged internal organs felt much better and were slowly repairing themselves.

"You don't look very happy." She looked at Yiyue and said.

Yiyue pursed her lips and was silent for a moment before saying, "Don't get hurt for other people next time, even for me."

Chang Qing was silent, not knowing what to say.

She could feel that Yi Yue cared about her and was obsessed with her beyond her imagination, but she didn't know why. Even when she asked him, he wouldn't tell her. She looked at the other's wet eyes with undisguised concern and nodded slowly.

"I see."

Seeing her so well-behaved, Yiyue looked much better, and said with a gentle smile: "Thank you for saving me just now, sister."

Talking about this, he felt a little guilty.

He originally said that he was protecting his sister, but later on, he even caused his sister to get injured while trying to save him.

"Yeah, okay."

Chang Qing responded straightforwardly. To be honest, if he hadn't been able to sense that he was not Shen An, based on his inexplicable affection for Yi Yue, Chang Qing would have doubted whether he was Shen An's younger brother.

She asked the God An in the Sea of ​​Gods without giving up, "You really don't have any other brothers? When you saw him about to be beaten to death just now, I felt that you subconsciously wanted to save him and didn't want him to get hurt."

Going to help Yiyue block that palm strike was not only Changqing's concern for his friend, but also Shenan's idea.

"Really not, I just swear at that brat."

Shen An also sat and thought, and said a little depressedly: "I do want a sister, but I don't know where my parents ran off to, and later died. It can't be that my father gave birth to an illegitimate child, or that my mother cheated on me. And it's strange, although I feel very close to him, I don't feel the power of blood in him."

Yiyue took out some firewood from the space to keep warm. The snow cave was covered with ice that had accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years, so he was not worried about it melting.

The candlelight flickered and the shadows swayed.

The cold wind whistling outside brought in snow mixed with snow, causing Chang Qing to shiver uncontrollably. Yiyue took out a blanket for her.

The Shenji Ice Field is much colder than the outside world, and there are blizzards all year round. The footprints I just stepped on, but when I looked back, I saw only a vast expanse of white wasteland.

The two were a little tired after being chased for half a month. After eating something, they fell asleep beside each other.

Perhaps it was because the scene of the girl standing in front of him in the daytime was too unforgettable, or perhaps it was because the blood on her dress dripped into the white world, and patches of red plum blossoms bloomed on the barren snowfield, becoming the only color in the dead silent world.

Yiyue had a nightmare.

In his dream, his eyes were filled with gray death. He sat alone on the boat, his gaze fixed on the cold woman beside him.

"Mother."

The woman did not smile at him as usual, but called his name softly.

He didn't know how long he had been drifting on the river. He only knew that in the thick fog, he couldn't see the future far away. Perhaps, as everyone thought, this monster would die completely on this boat.

He was born a monster.

There were many ghostly shadows, the night wind was howling, and a black mist enveloped him, trying to restore his battered body and broken dantian, but he had no reaction and lay on the boat like a dead body.

No matter how low the temperature was, the body of the woman on the boat gradually began to smell strange.

He seemed to feel nothing and just sat quietly at the bow, occasionally saying a word or two to the corpse, and then answering to himself, imitating the tone his mother used to use to talk to himself.

The scene changed and he was only about four or five years old.

All those greedy eyes fell on him, as if they wanted to eat him up, but the young boy had no idea what kind of torture he would face next. He just looked at his worried parents with some unhappiness, and cried and made a fuss, wanting to leave.

Yiyue has forgotten what she went through.

All I know is that they destroyed my mother's cultivation, and then used her and myself to threaten my father.

All I know is that the hellish life lasted for several years. My mother, covered in blood, hugged me tenderly and patted my back from time to time.

"Yiyue, take good care of yourself in the future."

"Mom, they are right. I am the monster. If it weren't for me, Mom and Dad wouldn't be in this situation."

He knew that his mother was going to die.

There is no one in the world who will treat him as well as his mother, buy him his favorite food, and call his name gently.

Mother shook her head and touched his face gently, as if she was looking at him or someone else, and in the end it just turned into a soft sigh.

"No, you're not..."

He seemed to hear what his mother was saying, but he couldn't hear it clearly. He only saw himself lying on the stone slab, unable to move, with wounds all over his body, and even his internal organs were clearly visible.

"This monster really can't be killed no matter how hard we torment him. But that's okay. His bones and blood are rare. They can improve one's talent for cultivation. If one is lucky, he can even create the physiques recorded in ancient books."

After he was rescued by his parents, he saw his parents die in front of him and became a walking corpse.

Perhaps he was really a monster. He had never encountered any constraints on the road of cultivation. Those who had coveted him and wanted to hurt him in the past eventually suffered a backlash. They all had their souls refined by him using extremely cruel means, and his descendants were all tainted with a curse that could never be removed.

He sat in a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses, and saw his mother and father standing not far away.

"Yiyue."

A gentle call sounded, and Yiyue suddenly opened his eyes. His forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and a hand that seemed to have been kissed by a god was placed on his shoulder. The pitiful warmth flowed through the fingers and fell onto his skin.

"Yiyue, are you having a nightmare?"

Yiyue didn't say anything, but closed her eyes tiredly.

I haven't had a nightmare for thousands of years, but I didn't expect that I would suddenly remember it today.

"Tell me your story."

Chang Qing took the firewood beside him and stoked the fire. The candlelight flickered in his beautiful eyes, slowly becoming full and lively.

Yiyue propped himself up and looked at her, then turned sideways and moved towards her position. After thinking for a while, he reached out and put her hand on his shoulder before lying down again.

"Why do you suddenly want to listen?"

"I just heard you calling for your mother. Tell me about your relatives."

"My father is very strong and has a carefree personality. My mother is a very gentle and beautiful woman, but she can be very fierce at times. My father and I are sometimes very afraid of her. I have an older sister and an older brother. My older sister is very naughty and cute when she shows her teeth and claws every day. My older brother is much gentler, but he is also a little devil. However, he is very afraid of my older sister, so he always listens to her and takes the blame."

"They all love me very much."