"It's coming." Feng Zhao pursed his lips and put the soul silk drop back into Lan Wujiang's collar.

"If only you showed up earlier." In just a few months, what happened in the Lan family changed her entire life.

If Feng Zhao had come out earlier, his mother would not have died, and he would not have come to this place of right and wrong.

But there are no ifs in this world.........

In her fourteen years, the only person who would have been nice to her disappeared.

Only reality forced her to embark on this path of killing.

"I remember you once told me that it was my father who had a divine spell in his body that made me the carrier, but according to Lan Wenjiu, my father was just a mortal who was bought by Xu Gui." Lan Wujiang's fingers slipped from the center of Feng Zhao's eyebrows to the tip of Feng Zhao's nose.

The movements are small and slight.

The extreme numb touch can arouse people's desires and thoughts the most.

"But it's been too long, I forgot, I just remember being locked up for a long, long time, from one carrier to another, and finally on you." Feng Zhao lowered his eyes.

He didn't look directly at Lan Wujiang's gaze.

Actually, he remembered some of them.

But he didn't want Lan Wujiang to know.

It's too early.

This time, he had already met people in the secret realm that he shouldn't have met.

If the other party found out that Lan Wujiang had made a move on her, Feng Zhao's throat would be dry and sore.

The tips of the fingers are white.

When he finds all his souls, he will no longer have to put Lan Wujiang in this Lan Mansion to hide and make her angry.

No matter how unbearable this Lan Mansion is, there is also a true immortal cultivator Lan He in charge.

The man won't come easily......

"I'm sleepy." Lan Wujiang's head was drowsy when he thought about things, and his brows furrowed.

Feng Zhao gently hugged Lan Wujiang and patted her back with his big hand, "If you're sleepy, go to sleep." ”

Lan Wujiang's nose was sour by this action, his eyes were moist, and his head was quickly buried in the quilt.

Except for her mother, only Feng Zhao coaxed her like this. 187

Her mother didn't often coax her.

In the past, there was only one bed in the house, and when her stepfather was away, she dared to sneak into the bed and huddle in the thin quilt with her mother.

More often than not, I sleep on the grass in the corner.

In winter, he relied on a torn cotton shirt as a quilt.

In summer, there is no quilt, a pair of bare feet, full of foot scars, which attracts mosquito bites.

When I was a child, I always envied those children who were coaxed by their parents, who had love and could eat what they wanted anytime, anywhere.

She longed for that life, but she hated it.

Because every time I fantasize like this, I feel dirty, like a humble bedbug in the gutter.

Therefore, she can only straighten her back more than others, and use her indifferent side to maintain her poor and pathetic self-esteem.

From a crazy flattering personality to a wordless monster.

She went from one extreme to the other.

No one had ever held her hand on this road.

The days are too hard.

Bitter sobriety.

Even if I don't have to worry about food and clothing now, I still have a sense of homelessness.

As soon as Feng Zhao was gentle, he made the pain he had encountered in the past more vivid, dazzling, hideous, and terrifying.

"Don't cry." Feng Zhao gently lifted Lan Wujiang's chin, and his eyes darkened when he saw the tears on her eyelashes.

Lan Wujiang shook his head.

just shrunk himself into Feng Zhao's arms a little more, like a wounded turtle, just wanting to stay in the shell.

She couldn't say anything.

Those unspeakable pasts and the darkness that did not see the light of day scarred her heart, and it was her nightmare for the rest of her life.

Every time you encounter kindness, you will come out and make trouble.

Remind her that human nature is inherently evil and should be guarded against.