The picture returns to the cave, and Bai Xue looks at Shamoanga's crazy appearance for a while before sitting down. Since Shamaanga was in a state of delirium at this time, she could not solve his condition in the same way as she had treated Du Ruo, and had to use another method.

Her mind moved slightly, and Hei Xuan immediately flew out of her body, and her body stood in the air, while the Black Xuan Weapon Spirit stood quietly beside Bai Xue.

Bai Xue stretched out her hand to take Hei Xuan, glanced at Hei Xuan's machine spirit, and Hei Xuan, who had the same heart as Bai Xue, immediately burrowed into the body. Then, Bai Xue's fingers first gently pulled the strings, the strings hummed, and the Shamo Anga, who had been struggling in front of him, fell silent in an instant.

He stared blankly at Bai Xue, who opened her pupils that changed into red at some point, stared at Shamoanga's eyes, and when he was quiet and unaware, he quickly took a drop of blood from his forehead, and the blood suddenly dispersed in Bai Xue's hands, turning into a blood mist covering the strings of Hei Xuan. It was only then that Shamoanga seemed to be alarmed, and began to grin at Bai Xue, looking like a beast, which showed that he had lost even the most basic consciousness after entering the demon.

Bai Xue stared at Shi Mo Anga's equally red eyes with those eyes that were becoming more and more scarlet, stroked the strings in his hand, and said slowly in his mouth at the same time: "Shi Mo Anga, tell me, tell me your story..."

I don't know if it was the sound of the piano that calmed the crazy Samoanga, or if Bai Xue's words played a role, and Samoanga gradually quieted down.

His eyes were red, and his sockets were gradually overflowing with fog.

A red light flashed on the strings, and in the blink of an eye, the snow seemed to have arrived in another world. She looked at her surroundings, looked at her clothes, and muttered, "This time, what kind of past will it be..."

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My name is Xie Ling, and I was born in a family of ordinary traders in a mortal country in the Buddhist world.

My family is a medicine medicine merchant, from the first generation of ancestors to the present, my ancestors have been running a small medicine medicine shop for generations.

In my father's generation, it was the thirty-eighth generation of the Xie family, and by the time I was born, it was the thirty-ninth generation.

Our family is not comparable to those powerful big families, but compared to ordinary families, our foundation that has been passed down for thirty-nine generations is deeper.

If it weren't for the fact that our family is a little special, I think we would be a small but not small family.

The special reason is that the people of our bloodline, each generation is a man, and it is an only son, and it has not changed for thirty-nine generations.

My father's name was Xie Yuanhu, and I, like my father and my ancestors, were given the name of medicinal herbs when I was born.

Poria cocos, a thousand-year-old pine, has Poria cocos under it, my father said that Poria is a good name, so I was named Xie Poria Cocos.

Unfortunately, I was not as porian as my father had hoped. On the contrary, I was frail and sickly from an early age.

I was destined to not be able to help out at my family's herb shop. Because no one likes to see a sick person in the store.

In this way, before I was five years old, I spent my days drinking medicine in my yard and counting the days.

But when I was six years old, our family welcomed a person, and for many years to come, I thought that maybe the person I met was the beginning of the turning point in my life.

[PS: Friends, don't blame me for the update, I've been too busy lately. I'm going to move at the end of the month? Thank you, little friend, for the tickets and tips. Steady updates after this time. Well, I'm starting to write emotional stories, hehe]