The white-robed man stood in place, and as soon as he spoke, the coldness in his words seemed to condense the air, "As long as she can come back to life, even if she doesn't forgive me, I don't care!"

Wang Xiaowan's motionless eyes finally showed a trace of dazed emotion, her expressionless face shattered, and a trace of mockery that she had never noticed appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"Really, what if I told you that she was the key to her life?" the voice chuckled, but the unhurried words made the white-robed figure tremble.

"What did you say?" the white-robed man stared at the pitch-black figure, and the golden light in his hand disappeared in an instant.

"You make it clear!" In the blink of an eye, the figure in front of Wang Xiaowan's eyes disappeared again, and at the end of the passage that was some distance away from Wang Xiaowan, the white-robed man was already standing opposite the black shadow.

"You know what I'm talking about!" the voice didn't explain much, "You go! The time hasn't come yet, you shouldn't be here! This is the only chance, if you want to take advantage of this opportunity, you should know where you should be, where you are!"

The white-robed man stood in place, as if confirming the authenticity of the black figure saying this.

"If you dare to lie to me, even if I die, I must pull you to be buried with me!" The voice of gritting teeth spit out from the mouth of the white-robed man, he turned around, his cold gaze fell on Wang Xiaowan's face, and said coldly: "If she can't live, you don't have to live." ”

A mocking smile appeared on Wang Xiaowan's face, and he turned his gaze and never looked at the departing person again.

He was the one who wanted her to go, and he was the one who wanted her to die. The moment he turned around, Wang Xiaowan's cold gaze finally shattered in the green light, turning into a shining mang.

In the blurred vision, only Luo Xiaobei's face became clearer and clearer.

Wang Xiaowan suddenly remembered that in the thatched hut in the mountains, Luo Xiaobei said that she couldn't taste tea. But those truths related to the tea ceremony all turned into a sentence in the end, this tea is too bitter and not to her taste.

For so long, the only person who saw through the bitterness in her heart was Luo Xiaobei.

After all, a pure-hearted person like her, in the eyes of outsiders, should not be disturbed by mundane things. But who knows, she is a mortal, how can she be born in the world and leave the world?

Sometimes she envies Luo Xiaobei's free and uninhibited, everyone has secrets in their hearts, some people choose to hide them, but they are burned by secrets day and night, some people put them somewhere in their hearts, and they don't want to remember them for life. And she thought she was the latter, but after following her grandfather to all kinds of places and meeting all kinds of people, she found out that she was the former, and for a long time, she didn't know it.

And the only person who can see through these secrets is Luo Xiaobei, who looks like a blank sheet of paper, but never plays cards according to the routine.

"She is still fusing cultivation that does not belong to her, this process is a bit long, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, you take her away!" The person standing at the end of the corridor spoke up again, pulling Wang Xiaowan back from his trance.

Wang Xiaowan followed the sound and looked, but only saw the empty entrance, and the talking figure had disappeared.

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When Luo Xiaobei woke up, he only felt that his mind was extremely clear. The body is light as if it is not its own, and the sensual acuity is stronger than before.

Her memory only remained in the green light in Qingyi's hand, and for a long time afterward, she seemed to be asleep and awake, and there were only fragments of the outside world in her mind.

But at the same time, some feelings welled up in her heart, and it was not good.

Luo Xiaobei got up lightly, and the moment he put on his shoes and bent over, the Bodhi Zi on his neck that was placed in the collar jumped out.

The action of putting on shoes stopped temporarily, as if something exploded in Luo Xiaobei's head, and the moment his white fingers touched the Bodhi Seed, a sour feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

On the quaint Bodhi seed, a crack lies in it, as if as long as it is gently pinched, this Bodhi seed will be shattered into ashes.

When Wang Xiaowan pushed the door in, what he saw was Luo Xiaobei sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down.

"Are you feeling better?" Wang Xiaowan's face was pale, his voice was hoarse, and he walked in with the porridge. But before approaching Luo Xiaobei, the steps under his feet paused slightly.

About Qingyi, Wang Xiaowan doesn't know much. And Luo Xiaobei never mentioned her relationship with Qingyi, but in the grotto, during the time when Luo Xiaobei was in a coma, Wang Xiaowan understood that the relationship between Luo Xiaobei and Qingyi should be very deep.

And everything about Qingyi, Wang Xiaowan can guess only one. In the calm and peaceful scene left before Qingyi disappeared, what Wang Xiaowan saw was the long and lonely life of a tree demon.

Qingyi is a dryad.

"Let's drink porridge!" Wang Xiaowan didn't want to mention too much about the things in the grotto, whether it was about Qingyi or the white-robed people.

She sat down at the table, and fell silent during the time when Luo Xiaobei lowered her head and didn't know what to think.

"Did she say anything before leaving?" for a long time, so long that Wang Xiaowan thought that Luo Xiaobei would not answer her words again, Luo Xiaobei suddenly spoke again.

That's right, the friendship between Luo Xiaobei and Qingyi is very deep, and when Qingyi is gone, Luo Xiaobei will naturally know.

And what did Qingyi say?

Wang Xiaowan began to recall some short pictures of Qingyi before she disappeared in the grotto.

Those are all about Luo Xiaobei, all the fragments from Luo Xiaobei's childhood to her current age. Those compressed clips are like a long movie, compressing Luo Xiaobei's more than ten years into Wang Xiaowan's mind.

At that time, Qingyi knew that she couldn't live, no matter whether the white-robed people killed her or not, she couldn't live.

And these fragments are just Qingyi, who is a dryad, and the memories of when she was still alive relived before she died.

But the only word Qingyi left was, "Tell her, don't be sad." And, revenge!"

Revenge?

Is it revenge for her being killed by the white-robed man?

Qu Yan is dead, and so are the villagers. Although it wasn't the white-robed man and Qu Yan who killed it directly, they were the ones who tricked the villagers into hitting the passage there, and everything that happened was just in their plan.

Luo Xiaobei's fingers rubbed on the Bodhi, this revenge, even if Qingyi didn't say it, she would go to revenge.

Standing up, Luo Xiaobei took the porridge handed over by Wang Xiaowan and drank it.

At the moment when she put down the bowl and pushed the door away, she didn't see the complicated expression on Wang Xiaowan's face behind her.

And Feng Qi, who was standing at the door of Feng's house, was already surrounded by the villagers at this time.