Song Qiao made an appointment with Zhou Huiyun to visit her house on the weekend.

After school today, Song Qiao plans to buy some fruit and vegetable seeds and plant them in the space.

I called home and told me that I would go back later. Because the place where the seeds are sold is not far from the school, she just turned a few alleys to get there, so she didn't take a taxi.

Song Qiao walked casually in the alley, thinking about what fruit seeds to buy, what vegetable seeds, and he didn't plan to plant a lot, just thinking that his parents would eat some fruits and vegetables full of aura, which would be good for his health.

And, even if she has opened the valley, she can't quit food, and food always makes her feel warm.

At this moment, the sound of fighting was heard in front of me.

Unlike the simple fights in the past, this time she felt the fluctuation of internal forces.

Song Qiao paused and released his divine sense.

In front was a group of ancient warriors, and the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who was besieged was also an ancient warrior.

The boy is an innate martial artist, and the besieging him is a group of acquired martial artists, if it is placed in normal times, with the strength of the young man, these people are not worth mentioning at all, but today is the moment when he is poisoned.

At the moment when his consciousness was about to be chaotic, the boy was a little unwilling.

Unwilling to be in the muddled nightmare before him, unwilling to take revenge, unwilling to settle the family affairs, unwilling to die after his grandfather has no support.

However, he was already a little desperate, and at this time, there was no better way than to die together.

Just as the teenager was about to blow himself up, his hand was gripped up.

The boy raised his head and crashed into a pair of clear eyes.

What kind of eyes are they. The boy thought that even the brightest star in the sky could not reach her eyes, and even the bubbling spring could not remember her clarity.

The girl has waist-length long hair, which seems to be a little flowing because of the teleportation. A cold breath came to my face. The boy thought that if it was night, the moonlight was her best stage, and she should be the cold and pure fairy under the moonlight.

"Shall I help you deal with them? The girl seemed to be asking him, and she didn't seem to be asking him.

The boy's heart seemed to have been made home by a fawn, and the fawn was rampage inside, unable to find a way back.

After nodding subconsciously, before he could react, the group of people in front of him had all fallen to the ground, and they couldn't get up anyway.

The reason why this is still the reason why Song Qiao released the coercion of his spiritual power to the point that the acquired martial artist felt terrified and unable to raise his strength.

"Well, here's for you. Song Qiao took out the elixir that he had refined before to treat internal and external injuries and handed it to the young man.

The boy blushed a little, but swallowed it anyway.

At this moment, the young man didn't care how miraculous this medicine was, and he actually healed his injuries in an instant.

In the eyes of the young man, only this girl remained, or rather, the little fairy in his heart from now on.

"What are you going to do with them?" the girl asked him with a smile, as if dealing with these people was a matter of no importance.

The young man glanced down at the group of people, and the temperature in his eyes dropped to the lowest point: "Kill." ”

"Good. The girl increased the pressure of coercion, and the group of people could not struggle to resist, and directly bled to death.

The picture is a little scary, but the girl is light and light. In the Xiuzhen Continent in the previous life, girls were used to eating the weak, and death was already common.

This is the first time I have seen this kind of scene in the young man's heart, and there will still be waves in his heart.

"I know that you can't be completely calm in the face of this kind of scene," Song Qiao looked at the young man squarely: "Maybe you just experienced something or lost something." And before that, you were a happy person who had no troubles, and you had not seen the dark side of human nature. So it was unacceptable for a while. ”

The boy laughed at himself, but she was right. The death of both parents is not what he experienced and lost, but he was devastated and abandoned for several years.

"But you have to remember that only when you are strong will you not lose again. As long as you live, anything is possible. Whatever you lose, you have at least something else. The girl smiled: "If you really have lost everything, you can still have me." ”

Song Qiao thought that the first time she saw this clean teenager, she wanted to take her for herself. Maybe it wasn't love at the time, but this emotion was able to influence her thinking and control her actions, until this emotion slowly fermented, and she suddenly understood that this was the precursor of love.

This was her impulse at first sight.