Unforgettable [Quick Transmigration]

This land is dark and cold, and it is the farthest corner of the Floating Cloud Sect's Sword Peak.

There is no light, no warmth, no food, no water.

For a ten-year-old girl who has just stepped into the Qi training layer and has not yet started to practice, this is a desperate situation in life.

There is no vegetation, the land is covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, and there are many rocks standing, which looks desolate.The biting cold wind was blowing around, and the fine snow was floating in the air, and it was piling up little by little.

Shang Banqiu curled himself up into a ball and hid behind a rock tremblingly.He hugged his arm.

The delicate and weak face was pale from the ice and snow, and a layer of frost had already formed on the eyelashes, but it looked a little more pitiful.

She was still wearing the clothes of Jianfeng's own disciples, but the blue and white coat had been torn, and it was so old that it turned white.His cheeks were red and swollen, and there was a small scar cut by a sharp weapon, which looked pitiful.

The heat energy of the body is gradually passing away, and the stomach and intestines that still need to eat are empty. She has not touched food for a month, and she can still live with Bigu Dan for the first two days. Later... those people didn't even give her Bigu Dan... …

Relying on that meager amount of spiritual power to get through to this day, surely he would have starved to death if he hadn't experienced what he has experienced today?

A bit of unwillingness and gloom flashed in the beautiful cat's eyes, but with the passage of time, despair appeared.

Her fingertips had turned blue and white, her curled up posture was no longer able to maintain, her limbs were frozen stiff, and she collapsed to the ground, crawling in the icy snow.

It was still unspeakably cold at first, but then it gradually became numb, and even felt a little inexplicably warm.

It's an illusion...

She vaguely thought that the falling snow was piling up on her body, and her consciousness was slowly losing consciousness.Those white to transparent colors are all blackened by this shadow.

If I can survive...

This sentence suddenly appeared in the almost frozen brain.

The strength came from nowhere, the lifeless spiritual power in her dantian seemed to be recovering a bit, prompting her to slowly stretch out her hand out of the thick snow.

if i survive...

The color in the pupils gradually disappeared, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky did not shine into the dark corner under the rock.

there's noise……

The slack pupils suddenly looked towards the light in the darkness.

There was a blur in the field of vision.

But a small figure vaguely walked up to her and looked at her quietly.

The figure was motionless and did not make a sound.

The little hope that had just risen in Shang Banqiu's heart turned into despair little by little.

dream……

She laughed at herself.

Where will someone come to rescue you?

Save a trash?

impossible……

"I want her." A vague voice suddenly came into my ear.

Soft, but without any emotion.

Like a flint thrown from the ice and snow, the person who was about to be submerged in the snow raised his eyes to look at her with the last of his strength.

There seemed to be a small girl in sight.

Just stood there quietly looking at her, and repeated it again.

"I want her."

Still without any emotion, Shang Banqiu in front of the death gate felt the scorching heat in his eye sockets.

Consciousness completely dissipated, eyes dim.

you want me.

Last-minute thoughts flooded her mind.

I'm yours now.

"Miss Ling, this... This is my disciple of Jianfeng, I can't give it to you..." The male cultivator who had been standing by the side, who had been afraid to show his air, froze his smile at this time, and said boldly and carefully.

He was also wearing the uniform of Jianfeng's own disciple, and while speaking at this time, he secretly gave a questioning look to the two female cultivators who were wearing the same attire behind him.

Why is this animal here? !

The two women in the back all turned pale, and the corners of their mouths moved, not daring to make a sound.

They didn't expect this animal to escape here!

What's more, I didn't expect that this young lady from an ancient family would come here to play with me!

The little girl who asked the question just now looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she was born with icy muscles and bones, like glass.

It's just that those eyes are too scary, there is no trace of human emotion in them, they are dark and empty.

And there is a sick white in the skin.

Ling Yuchu lowered her eyes, as if she had never heard his words, and did not open her mouth.

She was wearing a snow-white fox fur, with a delicate face surrounded by soft fur, expressionless, holding a bright red fire ball with delicate carvings in both hands.

A man in a dark robe behind him took a step forward, dug out the person from the snow, and dragged him to her by the collar.

I ignored the male cultivator the whole time, making the fawning smile on his face slightly stiff.

Ling Yuchu moved her eyes and glanced at the man in the black robe. The man immediately understood, and with a movement of her fingertips, the body of the man with a layer of snow on his hands was already clean, revealing that delicate face.

There seemed to be a gleam of light in the dark eyes of the girl in white fur.

She raised her hand, pinched the little girl's chin in a coma, carefully looked at her face, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips.

"It's pretty." She opened her lips and said in a low voice.

The man in the black robe smiled slightly, with connivance and pampering in his eyes: "Since you like it, why don't you take it back and make it a pet for Miss?"

He said this, completely ignoring what the male cultivator said just now.

The male cultivator couldn't help but take a step forward: "Senior Mo... this... I'm afraid it's not right?"

He slowly silenced under the man's turned gaze, his bullying instinct made him dare not speak out again.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point in an instant.

Ling Yuchu looked down at this delicate face without any disturbance.

There was still a gentle smile on Mourning's lips, but there was already a chill in his eyes.

He chuckled and said: "Shang Wanqiu, Jianfeng's little apprentice, is an orphan with low background. She was accepted as a personal heir because of her late parents' old relationship with Master Luo, but in fact, she is the object of everyone's contempt and bullying."

"It doesn't matter if there is such a person or not, right?"

"Or, the Floating Cloud Sect doesn't want to give the Ling family this face?"

He had a gentle smile, but in an instant he released a killing intent.

Ling Yuchu also slightly raised his eyes to glance at these Jianfeng people, his empty eyes seemed to be looking at a bunch of dead people.

The guard behind her has already grasped the hilt of his sword.

Everyone in Jianfeng turned pale with fright, and dared not say anything more.

Ling Yuchu looked at their trembling faces, and looked away boredly.

Wrapping the fainted little girl with spiritual power, he raised his fingertips and touched her eyes.

The expression in the eyes was deep and cold, and gradually climbed up to an inexplicable obsession.

Like a will-o'-the-wisp in the cold night, without a trace of warmth, it's just terrifying.

good looking.

Eyes...nose...mouth...jawbone...neck...and hands...

So lovely.

Want to collect it.

want her.

Be a puppet and be by your side.

She thought about it slowly, and her fingertips slid down from the end of her eyes, but she suddenly stopped when she encountered those tiny scars.

She raised her eyes suddenly, her pupils turned into vertical pupils in an instant, and asked coldly, "Who hurt it?"

Who hurt her beloved doll?

The spiritual power around him rioted, and the terrifying coercion enveloped the world in an instant.

Mourning and the group of people behind her had already knelt down with slightly pale faces, not daring to make a sound.

And those people...

Ling Yuchu turned her eyes and stared at the few monks who were lying on the ground in embarrassment and intimidation, her pupils turned blood red little by little.

Intangible spiritual power surrounded their necks. She didn't give these people any chance to explain. When she pinched her fingertips slightly, the sound of bones breaking could be heard in unison.

A strange sound resounded in the snow, and the bright red liquid fell on the ground, dyeing gorgeous flowers.

The blood red gradually faded, and the pupils were filled with hollow blackness again.

She bent down and hugged the unconscious little girl, as if she was hugging her most beloved person.

Only a few people here know that this is not the case at all.

They kept their heads down, and waited until Ling Yuchu had turned around and started to walk back. Then they held back the cold sweat on their heads, stood up, and hurriedly followed.

The Ling family, an ancient family in the realm of comprehension, is a family that has been inherited for thousands of years with two ancestors who have crossed the catastrophe. Who dares to touch him?

But the Ling family in this era is slightly different.

There is only one girl in the direct line, and she is born with a weird temperament.

Others only think that this is the eccentricity of those geniuses.

Only those who serve her closely know it, and there are probably not a few geniuses who like to cut off limbs and hide other people's eyes.

Such a disposition, which is close to the way of the devil, appeared in their young lady, the next patriarch of the Ling family.

This time, Yuchu's mission target is the little girl in her arms, Shang Wanqiu.

Shang's orphan is a well-recognized waste. He only opened up his tendons and began to inhale spiritual energy when he was ten years old.

Her father, Shang Duqing, is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and her mother, Jiang Wanyu, is a late-stage Jindan cultivator. Both of them are high-level cultivators, but they gave birth to a five-spirit root. Waste, really makes people fall below the eyes.

Not long ago, the Shang clan was tragically wiped out, and this orphan was accepted as a personal disciple by the Volunteer Master Jianfeng of the Floating Cloud Sect.

That Luofeng master is a benevolent and righteous person, he said righteously that he would take good care of his friend's orphan, and he did a good job in front of others.

This also made the grief-stricken Shang Banqiu feel some warmth.

Who would have thought that as soon as she left, this cheap master would change his face, ignore her, let go and even drive his disciples to torment her to death.

It used to be loved and pampered by my parents even though I didn't have enough resources at home. Now that I have undergone great changes and been abused to this point, it is really pitiful...

Yuchu's identity this time is the daughter of the Ling family and the next head of the family.

It's just that there are some problems with this body.

This body has been contaminated by demonic energy since she was still in the womb, and was later rescued by the elders of the family who dropped tens of thousands of treasures, but there was residual demonic energy surrounding her consciousness, which greatly affected her emotions and emotions. idea.

It also gave her a ready-made good script that can be staged unforgettable.

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The author has something to say:

The past few days have made me feel like a little white lotus (oh~~)

I have applied for both articles to be on the list, one cannot be exchanged for another, and this week cannot be followed by the next week.

I don't know who messed with Lao Tzu, but dare to slander Lao Tzu to explain to her that he doesn't want to see me, right?

I don't like it, I hang it on it for you to see!

I'm mad at you! (funny)