Because Ye Ling was going to participate in the assessment of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he had been cultivating with his eyes closed.

As time passed, by noon, the sun was getting hotter and hotter.

I don't know when, on the continent by the woods in the distance, a strange black shadow appeared, slowly approaching this side.

It was a thin and stumbling figure, and it seemed that it was about to escape, stumbling extremely slowly but firmly in the direction of the sword washing pool.

When he got a little closer, he could see that the figure was a thin young man about fourteen years old.

His coarse cloth clothes were tattered and striped by thorns, his bare skin was stained with dirt, and his body was black with blood, his hair was messily knotted together like thatch, his arms and calves were exposed, and his dark skin was covered with all kinds of fine scars.

The boy carried a bamboo basket on his back.

The basket was covered with a rag, and I don't know what it contained, but it looked very heavy.

I saw that his steps were staggering, and he had not yet put on his shoes, and his mind seemed to have begun to blur, and he walked out of the staggering, stepping on the hot sand and stones, step by step, as if he was carrying a huge mountain.

However, the eyes that were revealed under the cover of his messy hair were as bright as the stars in the dark night, and there was an indescribable charm, as if people would be immersed in them when they saw it.

"Water...... Water ......"

Seeing the sword washing pool, the swarthy young man perked up, quickened his pace, and stumbled over.

When he finally arrived at the pool, he had obviously exhausted all his strength, carefully unloaded the basket and put it on the edge of the pool, trying to scoop up the clear pool water with both hands, but he was careless, only to hear the sound of "poof", and the whole person was planted in, but he didn't care to get up, so he lay in the water and drank the pool water greedily.

Looking at him like this, Ye Ling's heart, which should not have fluctuated, had a trace of fluctuation at this moment.

Ye Ling didn't know why, but he could feel that the swarthy boy was actually a girl, although because of the dress, she looked like a boy, but a person's aura would not deceive.

It's just that this guy does have a lot of dirt on his body.

Washed by the clear water in the pool, the pool was covered with a layer of black sewage.

"Sister, sister, Tintin is thirsty, and he wants to drink water. ”

At this moment, suddenly, the voice of a milky little girl came from the basket.

When the guy heard this, he quickly got up from the water, scooped up a handful of water, and uncovered the rags on the basket.

It turned out that what was contained inside turned out to be a pink carved female doll, who looked only two or three years old, with two bun heads, big eyes full of innocence, as clear and clear as black pearls, and a pink face, which looked very cute in a daze.

Seeing this cute little girl, Ye Ling couldn't help but think of her quirky sister Ye Lingyue.

The little girl cheered for the probe to drink a few sips of water, stretched out her pink little tongue to lick her mouth, and moaned comfortably.

It was only after drinking the water that the little girl saw the murderous spiritual cultivators next to her, and she screamed and shrank back into the basket timidly, as if this simple little basket was the safest place in the world.

It was at this time that Ye Ling saw the girl's appearance clearly, and after the pool water washed off the mud on her arms and feet, she revealed a piece of skin as white as jade, and her eyes were as white as mutton fat jade.

At this moment, an exclamation was heard not far away.

"Oops, how did this water get dirty!"

Ye Ling didn't look back, because he knew that this exclamation was coming from Li Yiruo and her little maid.

This is not surprising, after all, like these little girls love water, especially in this hot weather is a good weather for playing in the water, but now in this clear pool, the water suddenly becomes dirty, they must not be able to stand it, and it is normal for them to exclaim, this feeling is as disgusting as encountering those snakes, insects, rats and ants when playing.

Although Ye Ling knew that the next girl was afraid that she would suffer, but what did all this have to do with him, now he can't even do his own thing, where can he have time to care about other people's yes, not to mention that this guy has nothing to do with herself, what will she do and what is it for herself!

So Ye Ling closed his eyes again and cultivated.

At this moment, Li Yiruo's angry voice sounded.

"Little slut, who told you to wash your hands here! How dare you make the water so dirty, damn it, didn't you see Miss Ben playing in the water here? You did it on purpose, right?"

"Hmph, just come out? I won't even say a word of apology, is it dumb? Damn little slut, there are really no rules, Qiushuang, give me a hundred times to slap her, and teach this little slut a good lesson. ”

Then there was a sound of whips hitting the skin.

Slap, slap, slap......

I don't know why, every time a whip sounds, there will always be a scene in Ye Ling's heart where red blood marks appear on the girl's fair skin.

However, even with the sound of the whip, Yeling still didn't hear the girl let out a scream, a word of refusal, as if she was really a mute.

"Woo woo, don't hit my sister, woo woo, don't hit my sister......" At this moment, the little girl's cry sounded, and I don't know if it was because of the little girl's cry, or something else, Ye Ling only felt a tightness in his heart, and his eyes opened.

I saw that the little girl had climbed out of the basket that was like a protective barrier for her, and was trying to crawl towards the girl.

I want to use my petite body to block the long whip that is swinging at my sister for my sister.

But the maid named Qiushuang had a vicious face, and the long whip in her hand did not pause at all, and she whipped it towards the little girl.

If this whip is implemented, this little girl who is only two or three years old will definitely be whipped half to death.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ling's eyes unconsciously flashed a cold light, Ye Ling got up directly and left his position, and the next moment he appeared next to the little girl, his five fingers opened, he reached out at will and grabbed the whip in the air, easily grabbed the whip, and with a flick of his wrist, a dark energy poured out, shaking the maid Qiushuang and staggering away three or four steps.

Ye Ling's eyes were indifferent, but he looked calm, and said lightly: "Even such a young girl will not let go, do you still have a conscience?"