She must not cry now, she must endure it, she will be talked about again when she cries, they are not optimistic about her, if she is crying, I am afraid that the only father who supports her will be disappointed in her.

She had to hold back, now Bai Zhanning couldn't relax at all, once she relaxed, her tears couldn't help but fall.

Tears were wrapped in her eyes, her vision in front of her was blurred, she couldn't even see what the person's face looked like, all of them were covered by tears in her eyes.

Bai Ran Ning bit her lip tightly, forcibly enduring the sourness in her heart, and her lips were bleeding from her bite.

Sweet blood seeped into the white-stained mouth.

She could only stop her tears from falling in such a clumsy way.

The people in front of her kept provoking her, saying those harsh words, every word was like a sharp knife piercing her heart one by one.

And she couldn't fight back against him, for if she spoke now, her tears would surely fall.

Her emotions will become more and more excited, and her reason will slowly be encroached upon by impulses, and at that time she will only make a fool of herself, and will only make others think that she is very useless.

Zeeland was the pain in her heart, a memory she absolutely did not want to recall, even if that time was beautiful and happy, they could not make up for the broken beauty.

In the past, she had to call Zelan's name dozens of times a day, but I don't know when the word Zelan became a taboo in the divine realm, and it was a name that should never be mentioned.

During the time she lost Zelan, she locked herself in the Glass Palace, without eating or drinking, and the entire hall was driven out by her, and she did not leave a single person.

Even the Emperor and Queen of Heaven Bai Dye Ning were gone, she just wanted to stay alone.

Her hall is called the Glass Palace, the reason why it is named the Glass Hall is because the whole palace is made of glass, the hall is full of clouds and colors, and the fairy spirit lingers around, never missing the brilliance.

But now the entire glass hall seems to have become dim, and the original brilliance does not seem to be as gorgeous as in the past.

They seemed to be changing with Bai Dyeing's mood.

In the dark room, Bai Zhanning sat alone and limply on the ground, the bloody and cruel scenes were vivid, and fear and anxiety gradually occupied her nerves.

The last bit corroded her soul, and her thin body curled up together and shivered, looking so helpless and uneasy.

The pitch-black abyss cautiously approached her, waiting for the best time to swallow it.

At this time, half of Bai Ranning's body had been swallowed, and she was still immersed in grief, and she didn't notice the danger approaching at all.

She only felt that her body had become very cold, her stomach was very hungry, and her limbs were cold and weak.

Feelings of loneliness and loneliness came over her, and just as she was about to feel like she couldn't hold on, the door of the main hall was kicked open.

The golden sunlight instantly shone into the entire hall, and the glass shone brightly when it met the golden sunlight, and a strong wind blew through the familiar smell.

The girl raised her teary eyes and looked at the door, and the man walked straight towards her, imposingly.

With every step he took, her heart beat violently, and his steps seemed to be on hers.

The wind blew the girl's cheeks, the tears that fell were carried away by the gentle wind, and the black hair was slowly fluttering by the wind.

She looked at the person in front of her with slightly stunned eyes, her lips pursed and she held back her crying, and her tears kept flowing, like endless seawater.

With a glance, she fell into a warm embrace in the blink of an eye, this was the first time she felt the warmth in the past ten days, even though only ten days had passed, she felt like hundreds of years had passed.

Her clenched little hand slowly loosened, her head buried in his arms, and her aggrieved and stubborn appearance made people feel distressed.

Bai Ranning's body trembled, he could feel her fear, her uneasiness, all her bad emotions he could feel.

The ink-colored pupils were dyed with a distress that he had never had in his life, and under the illumination of the sun, the ink-colored pupils were flickering with tears, but they disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The warm palm covered her head, and gently patted her head, it was a silent comfort, and the action at this time was worth a thousand words of consolation.

Her heart was at peace at this moment, and a jumble line was gradually pulled back to the horizontal line, although there was still some deviation, but there was always a line to guard.

Boundaries will always appear when the lines are cluttered, and the cluttered lines will be pulled back to normal.

Her whole world that day was dark in her eyes, and those glorious things were dark in her eyes.

A deep, dark look and complex eyes shouldn't have been on a child like her.

"Xiao Ning......" His voice choked, and he could hear that he was suppressing his inexplicable emotions.

"Remember what I told you that day?" His words brought her thoughts back to that heavy day.

She remembered what he had said to her, "Xiao Ning, if you want to protect others, then you have to become stronger, otherwise everything you cherish will be taken away and trampled on." ”

"Only when you are strong can you protect what you hold dear."

This is what Li Nezha said to her, and she was revived because of this passage.

Li Nezha looked down at the person in her arms, the starlight in her eyes was slowly converging, and the tense nerves relaxed in this moment.

The hanging heart also fell, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the amplitude was very small.

"The past is gone, and there is no way to change it."

"What you can do is to make yourself stronger, to make yourself good enough."

"Because you have experienced such a painful thing, you must become strong in order not to repeat the mistakes of the past in the future."

"And when you become strong enough, you will slowly understand things that you will not be able to understand now." His eyes were deep, mixed with a hint of mystery, making it impossible to see through him at all.

After Bai Ranning this day, she officially began to devote herself to cultivation, and finally won the opportunity to lead troops to the demon clan.

The days of cultivation are boring and boring, and sometimes I am injured by my own immortal qi because of a moment of carelessness.

Some things are easy to say, but very difficult to do.

Without firm conviction, it is impossible to complete the arduous practice.

However, talent is also the most important point in cultivation, Bai Ranning's talent is very high, it can be said that she was born a genius in cultivation, but even if she is a genius, she does not suffer less than normal people when she is cultivating.

It was precisely because she was a genius that her cultivation was much more difficult than normal.

The way of heaven is absolutely fair, and he will not take sides with anyone.

Unless there is an absolutely sufficient reason for him to unconditionally be infinitely biased towards that special person, the Heavenly Dao will not favor anyone, not even the Heavenly Emperor.

She was alone throughout the cultivation process, although Li Nezha occasionally took time to visit her, but he would leave in a hurry after staying for a long time.

Looking at Li Nezha's figure far away, Bai Ranning's heart became empty, and looking back at the entire Liuli Palace, she was the only one left.

A helpless sigh sounded, and Bai Ranning continued to start her cultivation.

During that time, she had a very bitter life, and her heart was always very bitter, as if she was living in glass slag, but whenever Li Nezha came to visit her, her bitter heart was a little sweet.

I don't know when Bai Dyeing Ning actually learned to look for this and that bit of sweetness in the glass slag.

She has been working hard until now by relying on that bit of sweetness, she is already exhausted, and now she has been questioned by the immortals, how long has her little pitiful sweetness remained in her world full of glass slag?

It was that powerless, helpless, and helpless feeling again, like going back to the day when Zeeland was brutally murdered by those people, and she could only watch from the sidelines, unable to do anything, unable to help anything.

The heart is intentional but the strength is insufficient, which is perfectly interpreted in her body.

The immortal constantly stimulated the white dyeing condensation, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, and his face turned red because of the large increase in emotion.

His brain felt like he was going to run out of oxygen, but it still couldn't stop him from continuing to attack Bai Zhanning.

Language is a double-edged sword, good words are warm in three winters, and bad words are hurtful and cold in June.

When Bai Zhanning was about to lose his hold, a figure blocked in front of her, and the black placket floated in front of her eyes, and then fell.

The pleasant smell of white sandalwood poured into his nostrils, and his inky hair floated behind him, and half of his hair was tightly tied with a black ribbon.

The pure black ribbon fluttered behind him and slowly fell on his hair.

At the moment when Bai Zhan's tears were about to fall, she was covered by a black dress.

The clothes were big, big enough to wrap her whole body, because she was still very young at that time.

Bai Ranning didn't cry, she just couldn't stop her tears flowing down.

The immortal who was gushing endlessly stimulating Bai Dye Condensation, after seeing Li Nezha, his heart was already half cold.

He saw the absolute killing intent in Li Nezha's eyes, and the ruthlessness in his eyes was something he had never seen before.

If it is said that the immortals are all kind-faced and kind-hearted, and the immortal energy around them is like a light-like existence, then Li Nezha at this moment is very much like those fierce demons.

The killing aura emanating from his body made every immortal present feel that it was impossible to escape today, and the immortal who was standing had already knelt down weakly.

His eyes widened like copper bells at Li Nezha.

Everyone swallowed nervously, their nerves tensed, the beads of sweat on their foreheads slipped down one by one, and no one wiped the sweat on their foreheads.

Cold sweat had already wet the placket of his clothes, and the sticky clothes were sticking to the flesh.