The black clouds are rolling, and the wind and rain are coming.

The bean-sized rain smashed on Qin Huaiyu's face, cold and powerful.

Her thin body was shivering from the cold, so she had to recite the Dharma decision silently again, and a little glimmer of light was fleeting in her little hand.

"Still can't use the rain avoidance technique?"

Huaiyu shook his head helplessly, there is no immortal root in the congenital, and cultivating immortals is really a dead end!

She looked at the dark mountains and forests around her, put her cloak over her head, and ran along the rugged mountain road.

She urgently needs a place to shelter from the rain, otherwise she may not last long and will freeze to death.

It's a pity that she, a ten-year-old girl, has much strength! In less than half an hour, she was exhausted, and her rain-soaked eyes began to bloom.

Suddenly, Huaiyu's eyes lit up, and a house loomed in the jungle in front of him. She supported herself and came to the front, which turned out to be a dilapidated city god temple, with two stone lions at the door staggering, and a temple door that had been damaged, leaning against the wall.

Huaiyu did not hesitate at all, and stumbled into the temple.

The temple is dark and damp, a mess, and the statue of the city god enshrined has long been mottled.

What is amazing is that there is a fire under the statue, which is burning, but there is no one near the fire.

Qin Huaiyu's eyes moved slightly, there were people in the temple!

She glanced around vigilantly, and was surprised to find a gray mass cowering in the corner under the desk in front of the statue of the City God.

Huaiyu looked at it for a long time before she realized that it was actually a boy.

The reason why I watched it for a long time was because the boy was skinny, and the clothes he was wearing were black and tattered, shrunk into a ball, and at first glance, he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a beast.

The boy's eyes were as black as ink, and he stared at Huaiyu with a high degree of defense.

Huaiyu relaxed, it should be the son of a farmer who was sheltering from the rain nearby.

She didn't pay much attention to the boy, and went straight to the fire, took off her cloak, and roasted it beside the fire. As soon as the cloak was taken off, she immediately felt that the wet clothes inside could not withstand the cold, and she shivered violently from the cold, so she had to be close to the fire, asking for warmth.

Huaiyu smiled bitterly in her heart, who could believe that she, a little girl who cultivated to a low level, was not long ago the only son of the head of the Qin family, a famous immortal cultivator in Yongzhou Meridian City, who was famous all over the world for her spells.

She was happy under the knees of her parents, and although she had to dress as a man since she was a child, she lived a very happy life. However, my mother died half a year ago, and my father remarried a month ago. Let her suffer a heavy blow. Half a month ago, she left home angrily, recovered her daughter's body, and went to find her mother's senior brother, her stepfather, the brewing immortal Du Cang.

The last time her father's correspondence with her spirit pigeon was to mention that he was in the city of Huai'an. Over this Yuanqi Mountain, it is Huai'an City. Thinking that he was about to meet his father-in-law who loved him, Huaiyu felt a little relieved.

Seeing that Huaiyu was just a little girl and did not pose any threat to him, the boy crawled out from under the table and came to the fire to warm himself.

Huaiyu looked at the boy by the light of the fire, he didn't know how many days he had been hungry, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and he couldn't distinguish his original appearance, only the pair of eyes were still dark and bright.

Neither of them paid attention to the other, and each of them baked his own fire.

After a while, Huaiyu's body finally warmed up, another human instinct came out, she took out an oiled paper bag from her arms, this is a packet of osmanthus cakes she brought in her arms before leaving home, at this time the oiled paper has been wet by the rain, and the pastry is also soaked and sticky.

She didn't mind breaking it into small pieces and eating it slowly.

The boy who had been lowering his head to bake the fire, smelling the fragrance of the pastry, finally shifted his gaze to the pastry in Huaiyu's hand for a moment, his throat "gurgled", and then he lowered his head again, looking at his worn feet.

Suddenly, a small white hand appeared in front of his eyes, holding a large piece of osmanthus cake in his hand.

"Here you go!"

He looked up at this embarrassed but beautiful little girl, her face was full of disbelief, but he hesitated not to pick it up.

Seeing this, Huaiyu put the osmanthus cake on the boy's side, and ate the remaining osmanthus cake in his hand.

After a long time, the boy's hand slowly picked up the osmanthus cake, put it to his mouth, and ate it, his eyes flashed with a throbbing, as if he was eating the best delicacy in the world.

After Huaiyu finished eating the pastry, he was extremely sleepy, so he leaned on the desk and closed his eyes, no longer moving.

Seeing that Huaiyu seemed to be asleep, the boy quietly stood up, dragged out a large piece of tattered cloth from under the desk, came to Huaiyu, and gently covered her body.

Huaiyu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly put an attack spirit talisman hidden in the shadow of her right hand back into her sleeve, and the tablecloth overflowed with a smelly and sour smell, but there was a trace of warmth in her heart inexplicably.

The boy then turned back to his original position, lying on the ground and cowering.

The sound of rain outside the temple gradually subsided, and the temple was extremely quiet, except for the crackling sound of the fire.

"Knock-" The remaining half of the temple door was suddenly kicked open.

A gust of cold wind was brought into the temple, Qin Huaiyu opened his eyes suddenly, and several men in black broke into the temple like fierce gods.

The boy lying on the ground also got up, and when he saw these men in black, his body shook violently.

The black-clothed man at the head had a long scar on his face, and he laughed loudly: "Cheap thing, you can really run, it turns out that you are hiding here, and the harmful Lao Tzu braves the rain to chase him and catch him." ”

Several men behind him rushed up, and carried the boy to the scar man in three strokes and two strokes.

The scar man slapped the boy twice, "You, an ominous person who killed your parents, dare to bite the eldest son's hand and escape." ”

The boy stubbornly tilted his head and said nothing.

The scar man said viciously: "Haha! The eldest prince has an order, you bite his hand, let me find you, chop off your hands first, and then take them back and lock them up with the dog." ”

The boy struggled desperately, but his hands were held down, and the scarred man pulled out a steel knife from behind him, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he raised the steel knife to slash the boy's wrist.

"Bang-" A stick appeared out of thin air, slashing the steel knife from the scarred man's hand.

The man with the scar stopped his hand and looked around, only to find that under the stone statue of the city god, there was a little girl standing, with a white face, soft skin, slender eyebrows like picturesque, eyes flashing like stars, and a tattered case cloth that was extremely inconsistent with her temperament.

The man with the scar was stunned, but he didn't notice that there was such a sign in the corner just now. He glanced around the temple and confirmed that there was no one else, and his eyes were confused on Qin Huaiyu's body.

"Yo! Where did you get the beauty embryo? Haha! Wait for my brother to cut off this rabbit cub's hand, and then play with you!"

A look of fear flashed in the boy's eyes and he shook his head vigorously at the girl.

Huaiyu shook off the cloth on his body, his smart eyes flashed a trace of disdain, and said coldly: "Let him go!"

The scar man seemed to be very uncomfortable with Huaiyu's commanding tone, and impatiently raised the steel knife again, aimed it at the boy's hands, and swung it down fiercely.