"The first person I killed was that nomad." Feng Yi indifferently mentioned the homeless.

"I once advised my uncle not to change his fortune too often." Feng Yi's lonely voice sounded, "Even though it is a child of the Bai family, the merit monument sings praises to all generations, but it is still a light word. ”

In the face of interests, no one cares about the remarks of a child with a false name. At that time, Feng Yi left his hometown, and only had Qingrang as a spiritual pillar, and a Kunpeng who became his spirit animal. In the huge city, he only has one relative, so he is afraid of losing Qingrang.

Once or twice in a while, you can't be called a Luck Eater, and only such a child who has been eating Luck uninterruptedly can be called a Luck Eater. In the years when Mr. Gu rose rapidly, Qing Rang was working day and night to block Mr. Gu's troubles.

Finally, when Kiyorang was 12 years old, she fell ill with a serious illness. I asked all the famous doctors, but I was almost helpless. No one could find out what the cause was, but they could only watch the girl lose weight day by day.

"It's so thin that it doesn't seem to eat the fireworks of the world." This is everyone's comment when they first see Qingrang, and some people say with half reproach that it was because Mr. Gu was too busy and did not take care of the children, which made Qingrang obsessed with missing and suffered from anorexia. But Feng Yi knew that this was the fate of the Fortune Eater, who was eaten by bad luck.

Kiyoyo lay on the bed, only the cold instruments were working, and the cold liquid was fed into her body to maintain basic life functions. She was so weak, as if she had no weight. The wrist is not full of inches, and the willow waist is unbearable.

Feng Yi knew the reason why Qing Rang was seriously ill, of course the nomads in the rivers and lakes also knew, and Mr. Gu, who had been studying metaphysics, must also know. But no one stopped this plunder. After recuperating for a period of time, Qing Rang's health improved somewhat, but Mr. Gu encountered difficulties again, and he still let Qing Rang devour his bad luck.

That time, the bad luck came so turbulently that it almost killed Qing Rang. Feng Yi once thought that he couldn't see Qingrang, in this foreign land, the two children depended on each other for their lives, and they were each other's pillars. Feng Yi couldn't imagine that the girl she liked as soon as she met would have to suffer.

The sentence "Almost no Fortune Eater can live past the age of 15" constantly tormented Feng Yi, and he wanted to go against the sky.

Since please let it be impossible to escape the fate of the Eater. It's good to let her wander out of time for so long.

"I read a lot of ancient books, and later found that using people's mental power can continue life." Feng Yi recalled that at that time, he read the ancient books mentioning the continuation of life, and thought that since he could continue his life, would he also be able to widen a person's life, so as to achieve the purpose of continuing his life? As long as Qingrang is never under the age of 15, can she live forever?

At that time, Feng Yi went day and night to check how to continue his life, how to stay in the child's face forever, at that time, a difficult but goal-oriented day, every day the black and white reversal was to race against time, to stop the age of Qing Rang in front of time.

"Later, I found out that as long as I cultivate others for 10 years, the age length of Qingrang can span 3 years." Feng Yi's voice did not have the slightest warmth, his memories were full of killings, but those who killed could be exchanged for the lives of his beloved, it was enough for him.

Attacked the nomads in the rivers and lakes because he harmed Qingrang. If he hadn't recognized Qingrang as a fortune eater that year, Qingrang wouldn't have been accompanied by bitter medicine from now on, and he could have spent his years like a normal girl and went to college. And now, Qing Rang wants to live forever with a childish face, go incognito, and stay under the shell of a child forever.

Mu Zi thought about this girl, who was about the same age as herself, but she would never grow up, and after 10, 20 or even 50 years, wrinkles would crawl on her face, but this girl still had to face time as a child, and she would always be in a protected zone, without her own life and her own pursuit. Some felt envious, but some felt sympathy, and at the same time, they felt a little disgusting after being deceived by Qing Rang Tong Suo's undeceived appearance.

After Feng Yi killed the nomad at that time, he used the method seen in the evil book to seal the nomad's eyes, ears, and throat organs, so that he could not see, hear, or speak, and his soul could not be dispersed. Then he took the soul attraction needle and extradited his cultivation and soul to the bottle of traits.

"Then I used aqua regia to transform his body, and the sound was so sizzling, not to mention how pleasant it was." At this time, Feng Yi's face began to distort, he laughed wildly, and his weak body seemed to be about to transform into a demon at any time. This is trapped by the inner demon, "I don't regret killing that person at all, I also used the most poisonous method, cursed him, went to eighteen layers of hell, tortured him, and never turned over." ”

At that time, Feng Yi was still underage, and he thought that the worst thing to do was to spend the rest of his life in prison, but it was worth it in his heart to be able to exchange for Qingrang's three-year life.

But Mr. Gu, who knew the situation, did not blame Feng Yi, and he didn't even reprimand.

As far as Mr. Gu is concerned, Mr. Jianghu, who is poor in donkey skills, is naturally not a transporter who can transport himself.

Trench coat still remembers that afternoon, Mr. Gu smoked a cigar and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office on the top floor of the tallest building in the center of the city, looking out at the city buildings below the tall buildings. He hugged Bai Yi and asked Bai Yi to look down on the common people with him, pointing out the country and telling Bai Yi about his great blueprint.

"This is our family's industry." From one side of the window, Mr. Gu's fingers quickly pointed to the other side, and half of the city was divided into the plate by him, and then he changed his words, "However, this is not enough. There are still many families waiting to take our place, and there are others waiting to take mine. ”

The ignorant Bai Yi looked at Mr. Gu's face, but he only saw the latter's serious burning fire of desire, and he and Qing Rang were just forage to make the fire more vigorous.

That afternoon, Bai Yi signed a treaty with Mr. Gu, in which Bai Yi was squeezed as much as possible, but promised Bai Yi that he would assist him and renew his life for Qing Rang. "You go and renew Qingrang's life, and I'll clean up the rest of the stall." At that time, Mr. Gu's promise was that he had no talent for business, but he was accurate in calculating people's hearts.

So far, the Bai family is loyal and good, for the sake of the common people, Bai Yi, changed his name to Fengyi.

In those years, Feng Yi continued to improve his cultivation, looking for people to fight in the black market, and signing a life and death certificate before fighting, if others won, Mr. Gu would give ten catties of gold; If Feng Yi wins, then that person will have to give up ten years of cultivation, which is tantamount to going to the ghost gate to pass away.

Under the temptation of money, there are many reckless people, but that is not enough.

Mr. Gu's ambition is too great, there are too many negative fortunes to devour, the greater the loss of life, and the weaker his body becomes, it is not enough to continue his life, he still needs to support her life, and use those mental power to cultivate to support her life.

"At that time, the white-eyed old way appeared." Feng Yi couldn't afford the loss of ability required by Qing Rang at that time, and often only gave her ten years of cultivation a month ago, and she had less than a month of support, and Qing Rang was like ashes and needed a new cultivation.

At that time, Qing Rang was as weak as a wisp of green smoke, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he would disappear into the world.

It was a cloudy day. Baimei Lao Dao walked through the corridor of the hospital and walked to Qingrang's bed.

The girl's bedside guarded Feng Yi, as well as the anxious Mr. Gu and the doctor. The doctor didn't know why the girl's body fluctuated so much, and he only thought that the anxious Mr. Gu was concerned about his daughter, and then left after a few words of comfort.

The old man quietly entered the ward, and after Feng Yi found out, he just shook his long white eyebrows and stroked his beard gently: "I can save her." ”

Then, in the suspicious eyes of those people, he put his hand on the Qingrang Heavenly Spirit Cover. Just a quarter of an hour later, the girl's face began to be rosy, and Feng Yi took the girl's pulse and found that Qingrang had indeed improved. So, Bai Mei Lao Dao began to do things for Mr. Gu, and no one knew where he came from.

It was also after the Baimei Lao Dao came that the company began to build a new feng shui department, recruited wise men, built a base in Qinling, helped them cultivate, and then deducted part of those people's cultivation for Qing Rang to continue his life.

But the continuation of life for Qingrang is actually similar to the torture of chemotherapy, inputting all kinds of strangers' internal forces into her body, but she can't absorb those internal forces. Any kind of internal force is too domineering and uncomfortable for her.

Pain, and survival instincts torment Qingrang. Day and night made Feng Yi unable to sleep for a long time.

"Lao Tao told me that I can change my life." Feng Yi said, so he began to plan to change Qingrang's life and change her health for the rest of her life.