The misty sky, the gray world, the cold weather, the cold blood, and the almost unforgettable horror scene all came together to create a small figure, curled up on the ground, trembling, scared and overwhelmed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The northern world, since a long time ago, has never been blue. There is no way to see the sky, except for the black air clouds, there is only the smell of decay in the air, and such a world is undoubtedly an extremely uncomfortable living environment for human beings.

Of course, this is only for human beings, when the scope is expanded, the extremely uncomfortable living environment will be suppressed on many creatures: from birds and beasts, to flowers and trees, every movement and stillness, in such a world, it is difficult to survive.

It was a flower, more like a potted plant to be precise, belonging to someone, from someone's elders.

She doesn't have a so-called master, just because she was born at the foot of a certain sect mountain and her parents died, she was adopted by the sect.

There is no master because everyone is her family, there is no concept of master, she was born in the sect since she was a child and grew up in the sect.

There is not much hustle and bustle, and there is also a boring practice, even if she is not a genius, she is considered to be a little stronger than ordinary people, coupled with the superiority of the environment, at the age of fourteen, she became a god cultivator, which is very remarkable for ordinary cultivators.

She was also proud, because her family praised her, she was talented and intelligent, and she also enjoyed such an environment, and they all spoiled her, because she was the youngest junior sister in the entire sect. No matter what she likes to do, everyone goes along with it and helps, and rarely goes against it.

A little coquettish, but cute and innocent, a dignified little princess, this is a portrayal of her short life at the age of fourteen.

But it was only a portrayal of the fourteenth year-old, because from that day, the day she turned fourteen, the day the sect celebrated her birthday for the last time, everything changed. Because from that day on, the world collapsed in its true meaning.

Countless monsters invaded her home, wreaking havoc on everything she knew and loved, whether it was flowers, grass, trees, or the creatures she raised, and even the beings she regarded as family, as brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, without exception.

At this time, she began to hate. Hate what? Hate her identity, why is she the most favored little junior sister of the sect, it is precisely because of such an identity that when the monsters all over the mountains invaded, no one stood behind her, and from the beginning she was the wave of people who were escorted away. And until the end, even if there were two people left, she was still the one who was escorted.

Some were killed normally, and some were particularly heartbroken, because it was her negligence that led to the danger, and she survived.

The blood gradually stained her snow-white dress, the rancid smell slowly infected her body, grief, sorrow, and countless negative emotions completely filled her mind, tormenting this consciousness that was only fourteen years old and immature at all.

Crying, if crying solves the problem, she is absolutely confident and justified in thinking that she will be a jack of all trades.

It's a pity that it can't, crying will only make the throat hoarse, it will only dry the eyes, it will only make the heart colder, and it won't help.

She grew up under the care of love, so in addition to loving her family, she also loves flowers and trees, birds and animals, and loves the creatures in heaven and earth. Therefore, even when she was running for her life, she did not forget to bring her favorite potted plant.

It was not some strange plant, a simple flower, a pure white lily flower that bloomed on this sad day.

Why do I love it the most, because her favorite color is white and flawless. A dress is the best proof, but unfortunately the white dress has long been stained red with blood, and what makes this blood even more sad is that it comes from those familiar and loving family members.

The action to protect her lasted for a total of three days, starting from the day the sect was broken, to the end of the last person left beside her, and even the last person was easily killed by the terrible monster, a total of three days passed.

These three days, for her, are definitely the unforgettable three days of this life, and they are also the longest and most desperate three days in her life. Moreover, she also discovered another thing that made her even more heartbroken: in the past three days, as the number of people has become smaller and smaller, she has gradually seen everyone's expressions clearly, and also realized how ridiculous the past was.

Yes, many people's expressions have not changed much, they have been like this since a long time ago, and even so long that she can't remember it, almost thinking that from the beginning, everyone's expressions are like this: frowning, smiling at the corners of their mouths, but giving people an inexplicable desolation.

Forced to smile, inadvertently, she remembered a word she knew out of nowhere, but it unexpectedly fit the scene.

It was also from this moment that she understood: it turned out that such a danger had been expected by others since a long time ago. From this moment on, some inadvertent memories also emerged, reminding her of many, many things.

For example, an older brother or sister suddenly disappears, and an elder never shows up again. At that time, the explanation was that they had gone out of the sect and it might take a few years to return. And the expression on the face of the person who said this at that time was much the same as at this moment. After thinking about it a little, she also understood: what kind of experience is out of the sect, in fact, they are no longer there since a long time ago.

Why not? Because they were killed, it was probably these horrible monsters who killed them.

Yes, everyone else knows, but only she, the little princess, doesn't know, and thinks that the world has not changed at all.

The delicate heart, unable to stand such a blow, gradually became silent, gradually became dead silence, at the mercy of others, and ran away.

The others didn't think too much, they just thought that the little girl was frightened for a while, they just tried to fight their way out of the encirclement, and wanted to send out as much as possible the last hope of the sect, and send out the people who needed protection the most, and they could give everything for this.

Therefore, they paid with their lives and forged a long road of blood, from the sect to her last fall, the distance reached 300,000 miles. And this is already a path that cultivators can only complete in a day and a night without sleep, and they are moving forward at full speed without sleep.

But it still didn't work, even if they paid for everyone's lives, and in the end only she was left, and there were still pursuers behind her.

Even the last person died completely in front of her: because no one could continue to escape with the little princess after the rest of the palace. And she herself forgot about these things at all, and stood stunned, motionless.

When the terrible monster was in front of her eyes, almost under her gaze, slaughtered the last member of the family, walked up to her, raised its claws and prepared to tear apart. Coincidentally, a gust of wind blew her down. And the potted plant that was clenched in his hand finally fell.

With a clang, the porcelain pot shattered immediately, and the white lilies fell to the ground with the soil, and as she fell, they were crushed by her delicate body under her lower abdomen. Due to the angle of folding, the lilies are simply covered, and there is no big problem.

The eyes are very unfortunate to be on it, this tiny creature is also a creature that has grown up to this day under her careful care.

Then, ironically, even at such a moment, even after being sprinkled with blood countless times, it still did not wither, but bloomed more vigorously, dotted with drops of blood, and even blood-red, blooming with a unique white lily.

"I've had enough, I've been protected, I've been protected, I've been seeing them die, pain after pain, nightmares, crying over and over again. Why, why do you have to protect me, obviously I'm so useless, why can't I let go and run away by myself, if I go by myself, it's more likely to survive, obviously everyone can still live, why do you have to do it for me!

The child began to cry, the only cry in three days, but it bloomed at this moment when everyone was gone.

Flowers naturally can't speak, unless they become essences. But it's a pity that the white lily in front of me is just the most ordinary one.

There will be no words, no spiritual power, and no cultivation will be able to reverse the situation and save this helpless bad boy.

The flowers bloomed on their own, no matter how sad the child cried, no matter how fast the monster's bloody claws fell.

Unconsciously, the wind was strong, blowing the child's white dress, blowing her elaborate hair, and blowing the lonely flowers.

The wind is too strong, and it is easy to blow off the small flowers, which is her experience for more than ten years. Even at this moment, when she saw that the wind was strong, she still hadn't forgotten this. Stretched out her hand slightly, gently protecting the flowers with her tender little hand, not letting the strong wind slightly hurt this small creature, but there was a trace of inexplicable comfort in her heart: Even if I am so weak, I can protect you! So, a trace of inexplicable wonderful thoughts appeared in her mind, and soon turned into action.

"Since I'm the only one left, since I'm going to die, Xiaohua, you're weaker than me, then let this person who has been guarded countless times, at the last moment, be able to protect something a little, protect you who are weaker than me, okay?"

Without the words of inquiry, the child's body curls up even tighter, almost blocking the wind completely, leaving no gaps to leak in, thus causing fatal damage to the fragile flower: at the last moment of life, the child who is guarded chooses to guard.

A second, two seconds, the wind gradually became stronger, but the monster's attack still did not fall, and the child still shrank his head.

In three seconds, four seconds, the wind even tore the child's dress, exposing the delicate skin, leaving a clearly visible crack on it. But even so, the trembling child still shrunk his head, insisting on his last moment and choosing what to do.

But she hadn't thought about a question, why the ordinary wind could blow through her body as a god-transforming cultivator.

And the monster who had already mastered the timing of the attack from the beginning, why was he unwilling to leave the obliteration behind, giving her a good time.

By the time I realized this, it was already a dozen seconds later, and the wind gradually calmed down from violent to nothing.

The white lily was still fine, but she was covered in bruises, as if she had been treated inhumanely. But even so, at the time of severe pain all over her body, when she looked at the little flower in her arms that was well guarded, she of the girl simply smiled.

"Is this what it feels like to protect something that is being guarded?

The girl's tears continued, but the meaning was no longer simple grief, but a little more different.

It was also at this time that she had time to pay attention to why the monster that chased and killed her didn't kill her until now.

The head of the mantis shook slightly, the girl looked back, and in her delicate eyes, there was only an empty silence reflected under the luster, and there was nothing.

There were no terrible monsters, no sad remains, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Don't look at it, there's nothing left, if you don't want to die, just follow up!" a lonely voice suddenly sounded.

was close to her ear, but it was silent, and she was suddenly startled, and even the flower she was holding in her hand was released and fell for a while.

"Tap!" The voice swept with the wind, gently holding up the falling white lily and placing it in the girl's hand, tightly.

"You, did you save me?" is not stupid, on the contrary, she is very smart, and quickly connects certain details.

Of course, this is not difficult to guess, because the wind at this moment, and the wind just now, gives her exactly the same feeling, indifference.

Whether it is a cold wind or a gentle wind, it carries a sense of indifference, although it is not hurtful, but it is definitely not soft.

It was this kind of wind that made her inevitably suffer some damage in the blowing of Fang Cai, even if the target of those winds was not her, but the terrible monster that was about to kill her. In other words, the person who spoke was the one who saved her.

"If you can't go, it's not safe here, and if you don't go, I don't have time to delay here!" The voice became a little impatient, if it was about to leave, it seemed that the girl really wanted to continue to hesitate, and would not hesitate to turn around and leave, without the slightest nostalgia.

It was also after these words were uttered that the girl's eyes looked around, and finally found the true hiding place of the voice owner.

In fact, he didn't deliberately hide, but simply stood behind him, leaned in front of a decaying dead tree, and quietly looked at the girl.

He was not a handsome young man, he seemed to be two or three years older than himself, and his eyebrows were full of indifference.

The movement being done at the moment is also very simple, turning around slowly, it is already a prelude to preparing to turn around and leave.

"Wait, I'll go with you!" The delicate voice finally shouted, not because of fear of death, but after experiencing some emotions, he realized one thing more clearly: his own life is the best compensation for the deceased.

"Then let's go!" replied the young man succinctly, and with a gust of wind, the two of them disappeared into the land.