Qinghe didn't know why he was in a trance, and suddenly remembered Su Elegy.

Su Wangge has never spit out any good words in his mouth, and there are only two sentences that Qinghe has heard the most so far, one is "Keep up, don't get lost", and the other is "Her master is me, have you thought about her last words?"

Qinghe almost forgot the memories of his childhood, but he remembered the scene of Su Elegy for the first time.

He has a memory, there is only one grandmother by his side, and his grandmother is very good to him, even if he is poor, but it is also the warmest years of his life.

Grandma was sick, and little Qinghe led her grandmother to see a doctor, helped her grandmother, and made her little crutches.

After seeing the doctor, Kiyoga walked back slowly with his grandmother in his arms, and when he just stepped on the stone bridge, the noisy market of Benya was chaotic, and people fled in panic.

The surging crowd knocked the old and sick couple to the ground, and the young Qinghe had never seen this meeting, and immediately leaned on his grandmother's body and cried, "...... Grandma, what's wrong"

Grandma's old eyes were dizzy, and the crowd was mixed, so she couldn't see anything clearly, but she also realized that something extremely dangerous must have happened, she anxiously pushed Qinghe: "Xiaoqing hurry up, don't care about grandma"

Qinghe cried and shook his head, "Don't, where grandma is, Xiaoqing is there......"

Suddenly, Kiyoga's neckline was grabbed, his body was in the air, and when he came back to his senses, he had moved to the river bank under the bridge, and the person in front of him was not his grandmother, but a man dressed in white and wearing a white hat.

Qinghe panicked, he howled and cried again, and the man in white quickly covered his mouth, half-threatening: "Shh, if you don't want to die, give me quiet"

The sound was so good that he instantly quieted down.

"My grandmother, it's still ...... on it," Qinghe said Nuonuo.

"Hmm" The man in white made a faint note and flew lightly to the bridge.

Su Wangge slowly pulled out the Qingge sword, the face under the white veil of the hat was mysterious, she raised her eyes to look at the red figure, "Yo, where did the ghost come from, it came out in broad daylight, and I don't take this world in my eyes anymore."

As he spoke, he retreated from the bridge, intentionally or unintentionally, and lured the unfathomable ghost to the old woman, so as not to hurt the old woman.

The red-clothed ghost wore a white mask, and he was very mad, looking at Su Elegy as if he was looking at things, and slowly drifted over, "Is there still a way in this world?"

Su Wangge clenched Qingge, "The sky does not change, and the Tao does not change", when she was not a few feet in the red-clothed ghost, she quickly took out a teleportation talisman, injected spiritual power, and recited a decision, the talisman exploded, and the red and white figures disappeared on the spot.

Xiao Qinghe waited for a long time, didn't hear any other movements, cautiously stretched out his head to take a look, didn't see the pretty white shadow, ran out of the bridge with little short legs, and pounced on grandma, "Grandma, are you okay?"

Grandma was also shocked, but she also had to comfort the little one in her arms with a kind smile, "Grandma is fine, help grandma get up and go home"

"Hmm", Xiao Qinghe struggled to help his grandmother, and he asked again: "Grandma, do you know who that sister in white is?"

Grandma has never seen much of the world, but the people who can have such changes, except for the famous Wufeng Xianmen, she can't think of anything else, so she said: "It should be the people of Xianmen, the people of Xianmen are all good people, specializing in eradicating evil spirits for the people."

Qinghe silently recited the words "Xianmen", and his heart was filled with a longing light.

Later, when my grandmother went to Bliss, he became a helpless wanderer, a little one, so dirty that he couldn't look good.

Two years had passed when he saw the man in white again.

He hadn't eaten for days, and he was so hungry that he couldn't stand still, and he went into a restaurant in a daze.

As soon as Xiao Er saw his appearance as Hanako, he immediately kicked him out. The dog was in a hurry to jump off the wall, and Qinghe was very hungry so he hugged Xiao Er's leg, and pitifully begged Xiao Er to give him a little leftovers.

The dog saw that the person was low, Xiao Er raised his foot to give the thin and thin villain a kick, and when he saw that the kick was about to fall on the villain, the sudden chopsticks were inserted into the little Er's feet fiercely and deeply, and the blood came out instantly, and Xiao Er held his legs and screamed on the ground.

Su Elegy got off the dinner table, walked to the little beggar, looked at him with disgust, and then brought the little beggar to the opposite side of her dining table like a chicken, she said coldly: "Leftovers, reward you"

Xiao Qinghe first looked at him with a cower, happy and scared in his heart, he met her again.

Su Wangge shot too fast, and no one present found out who hurt the little er, and most of them scolded the little er for being immoral and deserving of it.

The little beggar really stinks, and Su Elegy couldn't help it after enduring it for a while, and was ready to find a place to breathe.

She didn't say anything, got up and was about to leave. Seeing this, Xiao Qinghe didn't care about his half-full stomach, quickly put down the bowl and followed her.

Su Elegy walked for a long time, out of the town, always felt that the stench had been wafting around her, very uncomfortable, looked back and wondered, and suddenly saw a small black shadow hiding in the bushes.

Su Elegy twisted his eyebrows, retreated, stopped in front of the pile of trees that obviously couldn't hide people, and asked, "What are you doing with me?"

Xiao Qinghe trembled and leaned out a dark face, only a pair of eyes were clear and clean, "I...... I don't have anywhere to go."

"That can't follow me either," Su Elegy ruthlessly announced.

Xiao Qinghe lowered his head in some frustration, looking like he was about to cry.

Su Wangge looked at him like this, a little irritable, a little sympathetic, "I don't want waste"

"I'm not supposed to be a waste," Kiyoga said in a low voice, as if he had been wronged.

Su Elegy didn't say anything more, but turned around and left, and after walking a few steps, the smell actually dissipated a little, she turned back suspiciously, but saw the villain walking in the opposite direction.

She shouted, "Didn't you say it's not rubbish?

Xiao Qinghe turned around suspiciously, and when he heard the second half of her sentence "Keep up, don't get lost", he felt that the whole world was bright.

Halfway through, Su Wangge couldn't stand the smell of the little beggar, and threw her into a pond without saying a word.

Xiao Qinghe, who was caught off guard and encountered an accident, fluttered blindly in the small pond, and saw that Su Wangge looked constipated, so she had to say again: "Waste, stand up, don't drown you in such a shallow pond"

Hearing this, Xiao Qinghe stopped struggling and stood in the water in a daze, and the water reached his waist.

Su Wangge leaned against a tree, sighed, and said lazily: "Wash yourself clean, it stinks to death", as if she didn't know the child's name, she asked again: "What's your name?"

"My name is Qinghe, innocent Qing, Hexi He"

"Hmm," Su Elegy replied lightly.

Xiao Qinghe lowered his head and rubbed himself well, and half of the pool water was about to dye him black.

Su Elegy said in his heart: How did this child survive until now.

The cleaned Xiao Qinghe is still quite eye-catching, white and clean, the key is that he is good-looking, pink and cute.

Su Wangge looked at him, always feeling a little familiar, but he couldn't remember that he had seen it.

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