In May, just entering spring, it should have been the time when spring flowers were blooming, but it was so cold for Murong Lingyu's mother and daughter; Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Ling'er, let's eat"

In the blink of an eye, it has been nearly a month since she came into this world, in this month, she has not seen anyone except her mother, a month of bed life has made her clear once again about her situation, here she has been abandoned, but pity her mother (Ouyang Rou), such a gentle person, but now full of haggardness.

"Mother"

Reluctantly getting up, her physical discomfort made her frown, and for nearly a month, she still hadn't adapted to this dilapidated body, and her body was too weak to make her fall into deep thought again.

"Rubb, you get out of here"

"Ling'er, you lie down first, mother go out and have a look" She hurriedly got up and didn't notice the cold eyes behind her.

Looking at the broken tableware, Murong Lingyu smiled faintly. It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

"It's You"

"Murong Lingyu, what about that waste?

"Ahh

"Who hit me" covered her face, Murong Yan'er looked around in disbelief, she thought that her strength was good, and she was also a leader among the younger generation, but now she didn't see who beat herself, which undoubtedly didn't make her afraid.

"Me"

Cold eyes, ruthless words, even if the body is weak, but living in this body is a powerful soul, a hero who despises the world, and a phoenix who is reborn from the fire. How could she let others ride on her head and go wild!

“……….”

With contemptuous eyes and mocking eyes, it was obvious that Murong Yan'er didn't believe it.

"It's up to you"

"What's the matter?"

Murong Lingyu frowned, the person who came was Murong Yan'er, the third lady of the Murong family, unlike her, Murong Yan'er was the most favored existence of the Murong family, and she was also the rising star of the Murong family.

"Hmph, waste, life is quite big, why aren't you dead?"

At this time, Murong Lingyu knew that she had to be patient, not to mention that Murong Yan'er was favored, just to say that her strength was definitely above her; now she was by no means Murong Yan'er's opponent; the reason why she hit her just now was completely to take advantage of her unpreparedness and make a move in an unexpected situation; if she made a move now, without Murong Yan'er's move, she would die without a place to be buried.

"Rubbish, Miss Ben is talking to you."

It is undeniable that Murong Lingyu's appearance is definitely above Murong Yan'er, although one is only 8 years old, and the other is only 7 years old. This is also the reason why Murong Yan'er targets her everywhere.

"Ling'er"

"Yan'er"

"Brother"

Murong Yan'er, who wanted to do it again, was interrupted by a male voice that suddenly appeared, and from the voice, it could be determined who the owner of this voice was; he was Murong Bo, the eldest young master of the Murong family, and the culprit who killed the owner of this body.

Unwillingly, anger struck again, all kinds of emotions made Murong Lingyu almost unable to parry, and the physical pain and mental torture made Murong Lingyu's consciousness blurred for a while.

"Brother, I'm here"

Murong Bo, who was about to leave, heard his sister's answer, and stepped into this place he hated the most and was the least willing to enter.

"Yan'er, why did you get here?"

With a doting tone, the palm brushed the top of his sister's head, like the image of a good brother, but only for her.

"Brother, she bullied me"

The instantaneous change made Murong Lingyu speechless, but her fierce and ugly face became pitiful in front of Murong Bo; indeed, Murong Yan'er's face was already good, and with Chu Chu's pitiful expression at this time, it was able to stir people's hearts.

Murong Bo frowned slightly, he knew that this was impossible, but between the two, he undoubtedly doted on Murong Yan'er, in his opinion, Murong Yan'er was his only sister.

looked at Murong Lingyu in disgust, and with a wave of his sword, Murong Lingyu fell down.

In fact, if it was before, Murong Lingyu would never have fallen so easily, but now, how could she, who was already unconscious, be able to resist Murong Bo's sword qi, not to mention that her body is so dilapidated now.

"Ling'er" Ouyang Rou hugged her daughter tightly, but she didn't dare to do anything to the person who hurt her.

"Yan'er, my father is looking for us"

"Well, brother, let's go"

"Don't you know what happened to my father looking for us?" They turned to leave, not expecting that today would be a turning point for them.

A generation of heroes has just grown up.

"What kind of place is this" She remembered that she was injured by Murong Bo, how could she be here, could it be that she was dead again?

The unknown confusion made Murong Lingyu helpless for a while.

"In the Dream"

"It's in your dreams"

With black hair and a handsome face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and fluttering white clothes, the man who appeared at this time had to put Murong Lingyu on guard.

"Who are you?"

"Do you want to improve your strength?"

The man's first sentence attracted Murong Lingyu's attention, it is undeniable that her most difficult problem at the moment is that she can't improve her strength, if someone can help her, it will naturally be the best, if there is no one, she also believes that she can do it.

But why did the man help her, and what purpose, or was it just a dream?

Condition

Murong Lingyu never believed in pies falling from the sky, she knew that there was no free lunch in the world, so she had to ask and understand.

"Help me wait for someone"

The cold voice seemed to disappear at any moment.

"Who"

"Ouyang Rou"

"Mother"

I don't understand, I wonder, but I can only wait. Murong Lingyu knew that she couldn't be anxious, so she could only wait for him to explain.

"Zhao Fengming"

“……….”

"My Name"

"She?"

"I owe her"

"You don't have to wonder, you don't need to ask, you'll know later," a cold voice interrupted her thoughts.

"As much as possible"

"Why me, though"

Murong Lingyu didn't understand why it was her, he could have gone to find the real Murong Lingyu, couldn't he?

"I've looked for it"

"What" Can he hear what is in my heart? Murong Lingyu felt fear for the first time, she didn't know anything about this man, and he seemed to know everything about her.

"She's too weak to protect her"

"I can say yes, but"

"Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, you just have to promise to do your best"

"Good," he knew what I was thinking.

"Stretch Out Your Right Hand"

The blood flowed, and the bright red color looked so abrupt on the white skin.

"Put your hand on your left shoulder"

The pain gradually hit, and Murong Lingyu wanted to take her right hand off her left shoulder, but she found that no matter how hard she tried, her right hand seemed to be disobedient.

Blood bloomed, roses formed, a bewitching flower, a bloody rose bloomed on Murong Lingyu's left shoulder, and at the same time, Murong Lingyu found that there seemed to be something in her body, and her consciousness seemed to have made contact with something.

"Close your eyes"

At this time, Murong Lingyu could only do so.

"Try to get in touch with space, explore your body with your divine sense, and drive your soul with your mind"

"Here?"

When she opened her eyes, Murong Lingyu found that her surroundings were no longer dark, but instead soft.

"Here"

"This is the realm of nothingness that I have created with my life's work"

"Nothingness?" "Realm?"

"This is your stuff from now on"

"Why"

"These are the things you need to learn, I can't stay here for too long, you're going to have to do it on your own in the future"

The breeze came, and Zhao Fengming was long gone. All that was left was the books on the ground. Murong Lingyu didn't know who he was or why he wanted to help him, but she could see that the man had no ill will towards her.

At this time, Murong Lingyu was able to take a good look at this realm of nothingness, saying that it was nothingness, but in fact it was an open space, except for a clear spring, there was nothing, only the books left by Zhao Fengming when he left on the ground;