Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

After the sacrifice was successful, my sister's cultivation level jumped directly from the middle stage of the Golden Core to the Yuanying stage.

When the thunder came, it almost killed the sister's body and two souls. Fortunately, the Black Cloud Pavilion witnessed the sister's sacrifice process and wanted to get the secret technique. They couldn't let the sister be killed like this, so they provided the support of many magic weapons and treasures, which allowed them to pass this level.

After Nangong Xinyue entered the Nascent Soul stage, she claimed to others that she knew nothing about the sacrifice technique, because her sister was the genius, so her sister was able to access the secret technique but she did not.

In addition, she has already entered the Nascent Soul stage, and the Ancestor Huashen is in seclusion in the pavilion, so others dare not oppress her too much.

Later, Nangong Xinyue investigated the Black Cloud Pavilion while preparing to escape.

He discovered that the destruction of his family when he was a child was probably due to the help of the Black Cloud Pavilion, and it was they who brought the enemies into the Nangong family. There were many people coveting the secret arts. The Nangong family was like a child taking gold ingots to the street. After the death of the family's ancestor, it was inevitable that the secret arts would be stolen.

Later, Nangong Xinyue was lurking, and finally found an opportunity to team up with the young man with the folding fan again, that time when they were chasing Jin Can. She fished in troubled waters the whole time, and finally scattered the young man's ashes, and escaped with the antidote in the young man's storage ring.

She couldn't avenge the Black Cloud Pavilion for the time being, so she fled and lived in hiding with her sister.

The medicine on the folding fan was much better than that of their ordinary disciples. It needed to be detoxified every six months, and there were ten pills in total, which meant that Nangong Xinyue could take it for five years. As long as they could find a chance to detoxify the poison in their body within these five years, they would not have to go back to Black Cloud Pavilion to get the antidote.

It was already late at night when the few people finished listening. Nangong Xinyue fell asleep with her eyes closed. The one who opened her eyes again was Nangong Yining.

Yue Lingluo hugged someone and cried miserably.

Nangong Yining smiled at Yue Lingluo, and Yue Lingluo discovered that the soul that had been replaced was her sister.

It’s the same smile, but the temperament is completely different.

When Nangong Xinyue wore red, she looked like a ball of fire. When she smiled, it was as if flames were dancing, warm, brilliant, and eye-catching.

But at this moment, when the person in red smiled, he looked like a camellia in the mountains, with his whole face glowing with soft light. Although it was no longer dazzling, it was still very attractive, making people want to take a few more glances.

"Sister Yining, are you awake?" Yue Lingluo's eyes were red from crying and she wiped her tears embarrassedly.

Nangong Yining took out a handkerchief and wiped her clean, carefully and gently.

"What did Xinyue tell you about me?" Nangong Yining looked around.

"Talent." Lin Huaijin said.

"Can fight." Lin Qing said.

"Kindness." Su Ziming said.

"Give in." Mu Xia said.

Nangong Yining chuckled, "Actually, Xinyue exaggerated. My talent is not much different from hers. She felt there was a gap at first, largely because of the age issue and the instigation of those people in the family. My fighting ability is just average."

Nangong Yining looked at Su Ziming again, "As for kindness, it depends on who you are towards. I am not like you. You are truly kind to everyone in the world."

Su Ziming smiled embarrassedly. He was always deceived, but after being deceived, he would still act according to his inner thoughts. He would not stop trusting others just because he was deceived a few times.

Maybe he always feels that there are more good people in this world.

"As for giving in... Actually, I owe Xinyue a lot..." Nangong Yining said with a wry smile. She was silent for a moment, then felt her sleeve being tugged. She turned her head to look.

Yue Lingluo pulled her sleeve and said, "And the one she loves the most, Sister Xinyue loves Sister Yining the most. She said that she argued with you at first just because she wanted you to spend more time with her, but then she was influenced by her family's education, which changed her mentality and made her forget her original wish. Her original wish was..."

Yue Lingluo paused, and said with a stern look in her eyes: "I will stick to my beloved sister for the rest of my life!"

Nangong Yining paused, recalled the conversation when they were children, and smiled slowly.

In the quiet night, a camellia blooms quietly.

".......Xinyue didn't tell me these...In fact, I always thought she hated me..." Nangong Yining sighed softly.

"No, no, Sister Xinyue loves you very much and has never hated you. Even when she was most jealous of you, she didn't hate you. She hated herself!"

Nangong Yining sighed deeply. After wandering around for half a lifetime, he finally heard these words again...

Even if she and her sister could never see each other again after becoming one soul, with these words, she could endure many long nights alone...

"Thank you, Xiaoluo." Nangong Yining stroked the little girl's head, expressing his gratitude.

With Xinyue's awkward personality, I probably won't tell her for the rest of my life.

"You're welcome!" Yue Lingluo was very happy. She jumped off the rattan chair, ran to Mu Xia and stretched out her hand.

Mu Xia looked at the hand in front of him, raised his head and looked at Yue Lingluo for a moment, and finally handed the branch to her.

Yue Lingluo fell asleep on a rattan chair with a tree branch in her arms.

......

"Eh? Is there a house there?" Yue Lingluo looked at the sky that appeared between the woods, and saw a wisp of smoke rising.

The others looked at it and felt the same way.

"Let's go. We haven't seen a living person for a long time." Yue Lingluo ran forward.

Living Lin Qing & Lin Huaijin & Su Ziming & Nangong Xinyue:......

Living Trees Summer:…

There was a broken bowl on the side of the road, half buried in the soil, not very noticeable.

Yue Lingluo ran away in that direction after a while, and the few people quickened their pace to catch up with her.

Yue Lingluo waited at the edge of the woods, not rushing forward, "Why are you so slow?"

Outside the woods was a walkway, and the smoke they saw was coming from an inn. The inn was not very large, and occasionally people could be seen stopping in to rest.

A few people walked into the lobby of the inn and saw some traveling merchants sitting in groups of three or four drinking tea.

A waiter was busy serving tea and water.

Behind the counter stood a man of medium build, with his head down, calculating on an abacus. The sound of the abacus beads being moved could be heard from far away at the door.

Lin Huaijin and Nangong Xinyue paused at the door, while Mu Xia and Yue Lingluo were also looking at the guests in the lobby calmly.

Lin Qing looked at the shopkeeper strangely for a few times, then turned to look at everyone else.

Su Ziming stepped one foot in and noticed that they stopped. He turned around to look at them and paused at the threshold for a moment, not knowing whether to go in or not.

Lin Qing tugged at Lin Huaijin's sleeve and asked him to look behind him. The other people at the door also turned around to look.

Two ordinary people, one old and one young, came up to the walkway outside. The old man was hunched over and carrying a heavy load of firewood on his back, while the young boy also had a large bamboo basket on his back, which contained some dried goods such as wild mushrooms.

The two men were sweating profusely. The child tugged at the old man's clothes and pointed at the inn, probably wanting to come in and rest.

Mu Xia put her arm around Su Ziming's neck and walked inside. Several other people also came in.

There's a problem, but let's see.

"Boss, please give us a few rooms upstairs." Mu Xia said.

The innkeeper did not stop counting on his abacus, as if he had not heard it.

Mu Xia and Su Ziming looked at each other and knocked on the table. The innkeeper finally stopped counting on the abacus.

Those were a pair of hands as dry and shriveled as dead wood, with protruding blue veins exposed like dead branches.

"How many—rooms?" the shopkeeper asked in a low and slow voice.