"Nobody likes me, does anyone like you?" Lan Wujiang pinched his qi into a knife out of thin air, and the fierceness in his eyes was worse than the demons in his heart.

The miscellaneous pieces that were excluded from their own bodies were arrogant and arrogant in the name of a demon, what a joke!

Her soft boots were blasted by the evil qi, and the evil qi knife in her hand was like a thousand catties, with this wave, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and time and space were distorted!

What about killing someone who looks exactly like you? She never felt pity for herself.

Iron and stone like heart!

With one move, the heart demon was cut in half, blood splashed Lan Wujiang's face, she inserted the evil qi knife into the rock, the yellow sand swirled, and the smoke and dust were everywhere.

Then I heard the sound of crying in my ears, and saw a girl coming from a distance.

Lan Wujiang was in a slight trance, and the hand holding the knife was tightly clamped to the hilt.

This girl cried in front of Lan Wujiang, her body was covered with scars, she was a head shorter than Lan Wujiang, and her sackcloth clothes were dazzling, which was exactly what Lan Wujiang looked like when she was ten years old.

"You...... Can you save Auntie? A-Niang is dying. ”

Her voice trembled, the tears that flowed down were bright red, poignant and weird, her knees weakened, and she knelt in front of Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang's lips pursed into a line.

When she was ten years old, her mother had a high fever and the family had no money for treatment, so she went to ask the people in the same village, but the other party laughed at her for being a little Hanako, and then a boy took a stone and smashed her all over the body.

Those people kept calling her the queen eight, ugly and weird, and she could only be the lowest prostitute when she grew up.

They twisted her hair, acted recklessly towards her, and were numb and empty to be bullied, but they only begged these people to give some herbs, and there was only one ridiculous thought in their minds, to survive.

Her spine was broken by these men, but she was picked up by her mother that day.

Lan Qing punished her for kneeling outside the house all night, the wind and snow outside the house, but Lan Qing, who had a high fever in the house, didn't drink the bowl of herbs, she didn't say anything, but used her behavior to tell Lan Wujiang what backbone is.

would rather die than give in, like thousands of miles of weeds, it can't be burned!

Lan Wujiang's throat tightened and he slowly lowered his head.

I saw the girl clinging to her feet, her thin fingers polishing the upper of Lan Wujiang's shoes, and flattering her with a smile, "Please sister, please sister save my mother." ”

Lan Wujiang's heart was sour, she knelt on one knee, her fingers pinched the girl's chin, and forced her to look at herself.

The girl trembled, fragile, like mud and dust to be trampled on, and said weakly, "You help me, I will make you a cow and a horse, you can do whatever you want." ”

Lan Wujiang's eyes were sarcastic, her fingers slid down, she closed her eyes, slowly choked the girl's neck, and said slowly, "Don't ask, no one will save you...... You can only save yourself. ”

Then the five fingers were folded together and the girl was strangled to death.

It is like strangling all the meanness and cowardice.

"Salmon Vision! Too!" The simulated scene of the realm of knowing the sea did not disappear, and the hoarse and old voice echoed in the white mist.

Lan Wujiang lowered his eyes, looked at the girl who was not staring, and reached out to brush her eyelids, making her close her eyes with a heavy heart.

The smoke rose, the scene changed, and she stood up and stepped into the Illusion Star River without a trace of nostalgia.

There was nothing in the road, starry, her feet stepped on the void, and every step was a pain in the bones.

The old man's voice is like a death knell, endlessly, the words are engraved into the heart, shocking, "the first is the delusion of the mind, you curb the delusion, it can be the right way, the second weight, is the weakness of the heart, you break its weakness, cut the past, it is the dust resentment, the heart can be broad and endless, step on its immortal path, although the heart demon is temporarily broken, but the road of cultivation is long, you must always be vigilant, the person who cultivates must abstain from delusion and weakness!" Self-reliance!"

Lan Wujiang endured the pain and walked forward, smiling with relief when she saw the crack in the enchantment, and broke her hands fiercely, tearing the desert illusion apart, and the light enveloped her whole body, and the old man's voice was left behind her ears.

She is like a knife and a halberd, cutting through this desolate waves, all filth, and becoming a fierce wind of its own.