It's spring, and it's raining lightly.

Three days passed, and Bai Xue took a carriage out of Luo'an Town. There is no need to stay that long in a small place like Luo'an Town. Although she was a monk, she rode in a carriage like an ordinary person, occasionally taking a pleasant look at the scenery outside the carriage.

The scenery of this world is much better than that of modern times, Bai Xue exclaimed. She lifted the curtains and felt the breath of spring. In modern times, she has always been a person who knows how to enjoy life.

However, just as she was looking at the scenery, she saw a man stumbling out of the woods not far ahead, as if there was a wild beast behind her. When I looked closely, I realized that it was the boy I saw two days ago. The chains on the boy's feet were gone, and his bare feet could be seen in the distance.

"Uncle, stop. Bai Xue said to the old man who was driving in front of him. The old man who was driving the carriage heard and hurriedly stopped the carriage.

This is an official road in the wilderness, except for a yellow mud road in the middle, on both sides of the dense jungle and small slopes. Bai Xue's carriage happened to stop on the side of the official road, not far from the young man.

At this time, a person chased out from behind the boy. As expected, it was the middle-aged man, the trafficker leader. The man's expression was fierce and angry. As the boy slowed down and slowed down, soon the middle-aged man caught up with him, and he raised the whip in his hand and slammed it on him, knocking him down on the muddy yellow mud road.

"You little beast, I'll let you escape. I'll beat you to death! I'll kill you! you bad thing!" the trafficker said viciously.

The young man silently endured the heavy whipping, covered in blood, but did not scream. And it seems that the trafficker doesn't want to stop, and wants to kill him like this.

The man naturally saw the carriage not far away, but he didn't care. He thought that he had practiced Qi at the fourth level, and ordinary people were not afraid. If it is a monk who is more powerful than him, it is even more impossible, the people who cultivate the truth are all high, how can they meddle in these idle matters.

But he didn't expect that there really would be such a nosy monk.

Although Bai Xue is a demon cultivator, she doesn't think that she is a person who is extremely evil, and even thinks that she is a good person to a certain extent. At the very least, she will lend a helping hand when she knows she has what it takes to save someone. For example, now, she can't watch a teenager who is at the age of the flower of the motherland die in front of her. If she doesn't see it, she won't be as compassionate as those saviors, but if she sees it, she won't be stingy to lend her hand within her ability.

White Snow unravels Kurogen's cloth. His fingers ran over the strings, and a few unpleasant and even noisy notes hit the middle-aged man.

The man felt like he had been hit the head for a moment. The next second, he didn't feel anything and fell. I saw that the middle-aged man's originally plump and sturdy figure was like a dried corpse, his eyes were bursting, and the whole person seemed to have been sucked dry and died.

Bai Xue touched Hei Xuan and rewrapped it. Hei Xuan, who had drained the man's essence, trembled gently in her arms, and seemed to be extremely happy. Although this was her first time killing, there was no turmoil in her heart. Although she has a conscience, she will not be a bad person, although she kills, she will not kill innocents indiscriminately, in her heart, she has a scale.

The old man who was driving the car was frightened by this scene. He always thought that the car was just an ordinary little girl, but he didn't want it to be a murderous person without blinking.

"Uncle, take this bag of silver to the young man. Bai Xue took a bag of silver to the old man who drove the car and instructed. She had a storage bracelet in her hand, which was left to her by her master, and in addition to Bai Xue's own things, there were also many rare treasures left to her by her master. Of course, the silver white snow of mortals will also be prepared. Since you have decided to walk the world, silver is indispensable.

The old man trembled and took the silver, and went over and stuffed it into the young man's hand. When he returned, he obeyed Bai Xue's instructions and drove away in a carriage.

The red scales wrapped in Bai Xue's hand shook her head secretly, but Xue'er was still too soft-hearted. However, she will not worry too much, as her cultivation improves, she believes that Xue'er will know that mortals are just ants in their eyes. She doesn't interfere with Cher's behavior, she just needs to protect her when she's in danger until she has the ability to protect herself. The cultivation of the foundation is still too weak.

However, as soon as the carriage had walked for a while, Bai Xue frowned. With her cultivation, she could naturally hear someone following behind. When he opened the curtain of the carriage and looked back, he saw that the boy had been following the carriage.

The carriage went farther and farther, and the boy still tried to catch up with it, but his body was already at its limit, and sure enough, it wasn't long before he fell to the muddy road with a thud.

"Stop. "White snow course.

She walked in front of the young man behind her, and she was not afraid that the yellow mud on the road would stain her clothes. She watched as the boy lay on the ground, his body covered with rolled wounds mixed with mud and blood, and his feet rubbed together to a bloody blur. The boy's dead eyes seemed to move when they saw the snow, and then fell silent again. He pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Alas, what a stubborn stupid child. If he were to be replaced by another ruthless person, he would not care even if he ran with a crippled foot. There aren't so many well-wishers in this world. If she hadn't just saved him and didn't want him to die so soon doing something stupid, she wouldn't have stopped. After all, she didn't want to carry a baggage. She is a demon cultivator, and she still has a difficult task to help her master avenge, and her identity is destined not to get too close to anyone.

"Why are you following me?"

The boy didn't speak. He didn't know why he was following her. All he knew was that the sound of the piano was familiar, and if he wanted to live, he had to follow her.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bai Xue was also worried, so she had no choice but to stretch out her other hand to the young man on the ground and said, "Then follow me." ”

The girl's voice is crisp, clean and beautiful.

But I don't know why, the boy's eye sockets are inexplicably blurred.

It wasn't until a few years later that the boy became a celestial man, and there were many women around him who showed favor to him, but he still couldn't forget the little girl who stretched out her hand to him back then.