The scorching pain didn't lessen a bit.

Putting on her clothes, Lan Shengxue's whole face was a little whiter than just now.

Somehow, there has always been a dull pain in my back, not like the pain of a leather whip, but like the feeling of being burned.

What Lan Shengxue didn't see was that when she put on her clothes, where the lotus flower on her back was, the blood-red light flashed slightly, and suddenly disappeared.

One qiē, just a blink of an eye.

It wasn't until a whole box of plant ash was used up that Lan Shengxue cleaned up all the injuries.

The rain outside the house was still pouring down, and the rain was increasing instead of abating, and there was no tendency to stop there.

Lan Shengxue lay on the bed, the pain gradually dissipated, but it was still uncomfortable.

On a rainy night, she was covered in wounds, and there was not even saliva in this room, and she was worried that the injuries on her body would cause a fever.

This body is even weaker than she imagined, and if she continues like this, she will slowly die of illness without being tortured by others.

Tapping her fingertips rhythmically on the bed, Lan Shengxue thought carefully, there was no way to go on like this, she had to find a way to make herself stronger, at least her body couldn't be so weak anymore.

The sound of rain came, Lan Shengxue closed her eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

In her sleep, she saw a person, dressed in a gray robe, with a meaningful smile on his old face, staring at her all the time.

Lan Shengxue knew this person, who was her Taoist friend.

A killer and a Taoist priest become friends.

If others listen to this, they will definitely think that it is a big joke.

"Stinky Taoist, you"

Before Lan Shengxue finished speaking, the Taoist priest opened his mouth with a smile, "It's the wind and the rain, breaking out of the sky and the earth!"

He only said this sentence, Lan Shengxue gritted her teeth and wanted to step forward and beat him violently, a burst of white light flashed, and she was the only one left in the empty artistic conception.

A night of wind and rain, in the blink of an eye.

When the first rays of sunlight shone into the house, Lan Shengxue opened her eyes and woke up.

I sat up and moved my body, but fortunately, there was no discomfort other than a little gurgling pain.

Thinking of last night's dream, a trace of cold color flashed in Lan Shengxue's eyes, what did the dead Taoist priest mean by that?

Why did the good one suddenly come up with such a sentence?

Last night's dream, is it a coincidence, or

"Miss, are you awake?" Qingju's crisp and tender voice came, and then, she entered the house.

Lan Shengxue glanced at her, "Don't you even beat the water?"

"Uh, miss, don't you never wash your face?" Qingju was a little stunned.

Lan Shengxue was still wearing the slightly tattered clothes from yesterday, she stood up calmly and approached Qingju step by step.

Qing Ju also swallowed her saliva somehow, always feeling that her young lady had a pair of extremely sharp eyes, staring at her all the time, she didn't dare to raise her head to look at Lan Shengxue.

For fear that if one is not careful, his life will be lost.

"Miss, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do, do I still need to report it to you?" Lan Shengxue suddenly sneered.

"No, no," Qingju shook her head as she lowered her head.

'Bang-' It wasn't until she hit the edge of the door that Qingju stopped retreating.