The full-level master just wants to be a waste

Ning Rong didn't know what happened to her junior sister, she looked at her junior sister and then at the scattered things on the ground, a little puzzled: "Why is there no one?"

Fu Xia sighed: "Has the first Suzerain not yet fallen?"

Ning Rong: "...It is said that he fell into a demon."

Fu Xia wanted to wait for the little backer's next words.

The little backer really thought about it seriously, as if he was very puzzled: "That senior didn't have any magic energy in him yesterday."

"Probably someone else."

Fu Xia said, looking down at the broken jade on the ground.

The bed in the corner was still glowing, and it was covered with cobweb-like cracks, and the cracks were dull-looking and comfortable.Fu Xia walked over slowly and sat down.

Ning Rong looked at the junior sister who refused to stand for a while, and felt a little helpless: "Then this is the suzerain's cave? Why hasn't anyone found this place for so many years, and we found it right away?"

Fu Xia sat on the jade bed, touched the shiny jade under his hand, scratched the cracks with his fingers, and felt warm on his body.She leaned back and felt that the bed was like a magnet, attracting herself to lie down and sleep.

The little backer is at a loss now and doesn't know why he found this cave so easily.

Fu Xia just wanted to poke her head and tell her that she didn't find it easily, but found it with all her old nose.

Fu Xia looked at the little backer walking up and down in the dark cave, squatted on the ground to look at the medicinal materials in the corner, looked at the broken jade scattered on the ground, looked at the scratches on the stone wall - his body became softer and weaker, Just want to lie down and sleep for a while.

Fu Xia was startled suddenly, she pressed the jade under her body, and felt that the jade became more and more moist.

The little backer was still looking around, not paying attention to himself.

Fu Xia raised his hand and saw that he had been pressing the right hand of the jade bed.

The palms that were originally fair and rosy are now more lustrous, with a luster like nephrite jade, and the skin is transparent, as if the blood vessels underneath can be seen.

But there are no blood vessels underneath, only the blood, which sinks down little by little, as if it is about to shrink into the bone marrow.

Fu Xia's eyes froze.

Ning Rong, who was squatting down in the corner just now, suddenly stopped, and the faint wind blowing from outside also stopped.

Fu Xia looked at everything that was still, and slowly pressed his hands on the jade bed.She stared intently at her hands.

But still getting sleepy little by little, Fu Xia refused to sleep with his eyes open.Consciousness is still a little bit chaotic.

Fu Xia is awake.

She is soberly aware that she is now in Nian Hanzong, in a cave under Yi'an Cliff, and she even knows that she is sitting on a jade bed, and her body is not very right.

But she did see something else, too.

It is a small wooden house.

There is a small yard in front of the house, and the sun is just right now. There is a rocking chair in the middle of the yard, and someone is lying on the rocking chair with their legs crossed to bask in the sun.A little girl next to him reluctantly held up an umbrella: "It's noon, I should go cook."

"What kind of food do you cook? I don't eat it, and the food you cook doesn't taste good."

After the person in the rocking chair finished saying this, she swayed on the rocking chair, and when she lay back down, she seemed to think of something: "Hey, you are a mortal, you need to eat, right?"

A wild goose flew over the yard, Fu Xia watched the person lying in the chair get up, took two steps towards the kitchen, and under the expectant gaze of the little girl, he retreated: "Hey, why did I forget again, I can't cook."

Fu Xia looked at the little girl, she didn't know why, but she was very sure that this person was Ye Yun.

As for the one lying in the rocking chair, it can only be me.

Fu Xia racked his brains and finally found this paragraph in his memory.It really happened a long, long time ago. Without this scene, Fu Xia might never have thought of this part of his life.

Last time, we talked about Yanchun having a fight with a shameless elder. Although he killed the opponent, he was also fatally injured, fell down in a small ditch by the roadside, and crawled out wet to lie on the bank to bask in the sun. Sun, a little girl came over and muttered softly.

At that time, there were many sects in various sects, and everyone thought that someone would kill them all, and someone would save Yanchun and sell them for personal favors.

So a delicate balance was reached, and no one came looking for it.

——So Yanchun fell asleep, thinking that the little girl was just passing by and saw her, and she felt sorry for herself, so she said a few words.

After all, according to the plot in the storybook, this little girl is definitely not an ordinary female classmate with no story.There is a high probability that he will save himself.

but.

When Yanchun woke up, he was still on the shore, the sun was still the same sun, and the wound on his body was still so painful.

On the surrounding alleys, someone walked by with farm tools on their shoulders, and the farm tools on their shoulders were covered with mud. Every time someone passed by, some of them would shake off and fall directly on Yanchun's face--the first time in Yanchun's more than 20 years. This is the first time I have been wronged like this.

There was also a small lump of soil on the eyelashes, which pressed the eyelashes to lie on the eyelids.

A hand reached out and twisted the little clod away.

He accidentally pulled away Yanchun's two eyelashes.

The child beside him flicked away the eyelashes on his hands, looked at the people who were still lying down, and the people walking around, and felt that Yanchun was lying in the wrong place.So he tugged on Yanchun's arm, trying to move Yanchun to the side.

Yanchun felt that his broken arm was going to be broken by this child now - looking so thin and small, how could he be so strong?

Yanchun had no choice but to fear that his arm would really be broken, so he simply opened his eyes and gave the child a look.

I closed my eyes for too long, and when I opened them suddenly, everything was blurry, with large double images, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

It took a long time to feel tired of spring before I could see clearly what this child was like.

It was really thin and small, with dry grass-like hair and dark skin, but bright eyes, like a small animal.

Seeing that Yanchun woke up, the child gave himself a fierce and impatient look, thinking that Yanchun thought he was dirty, and withdrew his hand resentfully.

Yanchun turned over and lay down in the weeds by the side of the road, with his back to the path.

Because this action involved the injury on her body, she couldn't help coughing twice.

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

The child was frightened to death, yelling.

Yanchun glanced at the child ferociously again, looked at the sweat on the child's face, and asked, "Why don't you go home?"

The current routine should not be that you go home and then take me home to recuperate my injuries.When you are in any danger, shall I come back to repay my favor?

The child froze for a moment when he heard the words, and looked down at his hands a little helplessly.Only then did he realize that he still had eyelashes that he accidentally pulled off just now.

She fiddled with her long eyelashes, and whispered softly, "Today we will have rice at home."

I don't understand the dislike of spring, so I hold my breath: "You don't like to eat?"

That's pretty picky.

"no,"

The child shook her head slightly, she swallowed, and told Yanchun: "There is only a small handful of millet at home. If I were at home, my brother and father would not have enough to eat—my mother won't let me go back."

Under the sun, Yanchun looked up at the child in front of her, at the protruding bone on her dry wrist.dumbfounded.

The child went on to say: "I'll wait a little longer, and I have to go back to wash the pot in a while."

I don't eat after I am tired of spring, so I have forgotten what it feels like to be hungry.

But—don't let people eat, but let people wash the pot, isn't it too bullying? !

It is more bullying than a 100-year-old Yuanying beating a 20-year-old Jindan!

Yanchun thought about his own situation, felt pity for the child, and blurted out a sentence: "You follow me, I will give you food."