In late autumn, Haicheng, a rare rainstorm fell at night.

The thunder roared, the rain poured down, and the purple lightning pierced the dark sky like a fierce giant hand.

At one o'clock in the morning, there were no pedestrians on the street, and in the rain curtain like a waterfall, the lights were in a trance, like a distorted oil painting.

The rain walked very slowly, her clothes were soaked, clinging to her skin, clearly revealing the scars on her shoulders and neck, and great pain penetrated through her spiritual platform, torturing her whole body, and it was difficult to even walk.

She's just been killed.

There is a python in the mountain, practice for 500 years, turn into a walking dragon, the dragon is born with limbs, and then practice for another 500 years, once in response to the catastrophe, torture, can be reborn, become a dragon.

Falling rain is a small dragon, but she has been unlucky all year round, practiced for many five hundred years, and endured tens of thousands of such thunder punishments, but never turned into a dragon, every time in the middle of the night, she was beaten to the ground by thunder and fire torture, like a crumbling kite, and fell to the ground with a bang.

It's still the face-down kind.

Falling rain wipes a handful of muddy water on her face, look around, this is a prosperous place, she into the deep mountains to practice in the years, the mortal world has changed greatly, from the former slow carriage and horse to walk fast car, the towering temple into a high-rise building, the bright lights instead of the candle flame made of grease, the former Haicheng is just an ordinary harbor city, the local residents are fishermen who make a living from fishing, simple and optimistic, but now it is different, people wear suits and leather shoes, the line is in a hurry, and there is a rare smile on the face.

She is actually a little unfamiliar with the current mortal world.

After walking for a while, she saw a large house, clean and tidy, and most importantly, she touched the warmth.

Luoyu walked in, she had spiritual power and could be invisible, and ordinary people couldn't see her at all.

There was a woman in her thirties and forties in the room, talking to herself, and Luo Yu gently touched her hand and sensed some information.

The owner of this big house is called Zhao Xingyuan, and this woman in her thirties and forties is a servant of the Zhao family, and she came up to check whether the heating is warm, because Zhao Xingyuan will come back tomorrow, and he will live in this big house for a while.

Luoyu squatted next to the heater, curiously touching the hard shell of the heater, this thing is really ingenious, there is also the sound of water inside, it is obviously an iron box, why is it called heating?

Falling rain in a daze, saw a bed, this futon looks so soft, falling rain touched it, the quilt is the best silk, she rolled into it neatly, soft cotton covered her whole body.

Luo Yu thought: I'll lie down for a while, just for a while.

A few hours later, Falling Rain slept hazy, and suddenly there was a strange touch on his lips.

Crispy and numb, like the gentle bite of an ant.

It's a very light kiss.

At the same time, a huge burning sensation overflowed from her throat, and there was a sharp pain in her lungs, and she wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit anything.

The rain was frightened and painful, the sleepiness faded, and she hurriedly opened her eyes, startled by the scene in front of her, a man, lying with her hugging, his lips together, at the moment when she opened his eyes, the man also opened his eyes, pushed her away in surprise, got up and asked, "Who are you?"

Under the dim wall lamp, the man's long body, handsome facial features, and tired face were reflected.

It is Zhao Xingyuan, the owner of this big house.

The rain rolled on the ground, and the whole dragon was stunned, this mortal could actually see himself?

Zhao Xingyuan turned on the chandelier, the room was as bright as day, the rain was dazzling by the bright light, and she burst into tears, and was suddenly thrown on her body by a pajama sleeve, covering her whole body, and the rain touched her clothes, I don't know why, I looked down, and suddenly my face was flushed, and I was not wearing an inch, and the girl's smooth body was undoubtedly revealed.

Her clothes are all made of spiritual power, and she can change the style and color as she wants, and she disappeared in just one night?

Luoyu hurriedly wrapped his clothes around his body.

She couldn't care about being ashamed, and pinched her hands, wanting to hide her figure.

Zhao Xingyuan saw that she was behaving strangely, and his face was very ugly, "Where did you come from, hurry up and give me where to go back! Don't use these crooked thoughts on me." ”

Luoyu was completely awake at this time, and she used the spiritual power around her body, seeing that her body was sluggish, there was no spiritual power fluctuation, and she was angry and dantian, but the qi was a ball of dead air, and there was no response.

Was it the wrong way she pinched the trick, or was she chanting the spell incorrectly?

Her spiritual power is gone!

Inner Dan is the foundation of cultivation, spiritual power is born from this, a steady stream, if Inner Dan is not there, the body is just a mortal body, and cultivation is just empty talk.

She just came to the home of a mortal to take shelter from the rain for a while, but as a result, her spiritual power was exhausted and she became a waste.

Things were completely beyond his expectations, and Falling Rain was shocked by the huge blow.

Zhao Xingyuan's patience was exhausted, he looked at the woman in front of him with an unkind face, obviously treating her as a flood beast: "If you don't leave, what are you doing here?"

Falling rain turned around and walked towards the window, she clumsily climbed the railing, from where she had come in, and as soon as she stepped out of her legs, she was dragged back by the arm.

"This is the top floor, if you fall down, you will be crippled at the lightest, or you will die at worst, and if you want to find life and death, don't be in my house. ”

Luoyu was stunned, she forgot her current situation, she couldn't jump dozens of feet, fly into the sky, she could only rely on her own feet.

Wrapped in the falling rain, it was Zhao Xingyuan's clothes, which did not fit, the wide robe was torn by him, revealing a bit of spring, and the creamy skin was covered with scars, and the blood stains had not dried, all of which were new wounds, hideous and terrifying.

Luoyu had messy hair, his little face was as pale as paper, he bit his lip, his eyes were like condensation, he didn't say a word, he looked like he was going to cry or not, Zhao Xingyuan remembered what he had heard, many dirty things on the Fengyue field, this woman, I don't know what kind of abuse she had received, he was sympathetic in an instant, and finally softened his heart, dialed the assistant's phone, and whispered a few times.

Ten minutes later, a private doctor came in and treated the wound on Luoyu's back.

Luoyu didn't resist, she didn't expect that the body that had lost its spiritual power would be so fragile, and the punishment of thunder and fire would hit cultivation hard, and it was the wound of the inner heart. The external flesh wounds should have disappeared in a few hours.

But now, the wound on his back is still horrible.

The doctor silently treated the wound, and the woman who had checked the heating in the room earlier yawned and began to preach in Luoyu's ear, and Luoyu tentatively touched the woman's hand and found that her spiritual platform was dark.

Her heart sank, and her ability to perceive all things was gone.

The woman retracted her hand suddenly: "You don't have to please me, I won't say good things for you in front of the young master, you are not from the same world, you must see your identity clearly, don't want to be with the young master, let alone delusional to climb into the young master's bed, you can borrow the belly to get on the throne, and give birth to a child The mother is expensive ...... the child."

The women chattered endlessly, and the rain couldn't hear it clearly, so it was obviously also the language of the human race, how could it be spliced so weirdly, the years have changed, and the language habits of the human race have also changed?