Chapter 50: What's the Difference
Is An An a mortal person? In the past, she wanted to be a mortal person, but because she couldn't cultivate, her father didn't love her, her peers looked down on her, and she was abused by Wang Shuya. In the end, even if her mother was killed, she could only watch and couldn't save her.
If every time is easy to come by, who wants to carry the weight forward? This woman is very light-hearted, but she counts all her suffering along the way as asking for her own suffering!
"Since you've already cultivated, that's fine. But you are so young and too angry, how can you survive in the cultivation realm where you are deceitful and the law of the jungle eats the strong? I advise you to put down your body in the future, and let go of some reserved things that you shouldn't have, or you can save your life. ”
The Immortal Cultivator said, glancing at Xie He, and quickly came back to her senses.
Su Qing glanced at Xie He, who was staring at his chest with a straight face, and instantly understood the woman's intentions. She raised her hand to cover the torn placket of her clothes, and it seemed that 10,000 ants had crawled over her, and she had goosebumps in disgust.
This woman was indeed reminding her of the way to live, but she was asking her to use her body to save herself. This kind of "kindness" is more like an insult, she doesn't want it, don't want it!
Su Qing glanced deeply at the woman, and then swept his gaze over the group of immortal cultivators behind the woman.
In the eyes of this woman, in the eyes of these immortal cultivators who have survived and cultivated their own identities higher than her Su Qing, is she Su Qing just a clown who is struggling to breathe? She doesn't deserve to cultivate, she doesn't deserve to live uprightly, does she?
The Immortal Cultivator woman was still sighing, as if she recognized Su Qinghui's misery in her life: "You, you, if you didn't offend the poor Daoist at the beginning, you wouldn't have to go to the Hanging Iceland to suffer." You were disfigured because you offended someone, if you still have a complete face, even if it is not beautiful enough, it is always more flattering......"
"Enough!" Su Qing interrupted the "kindness" of the immortal cultivator woman in a deep voice, and sneered with anger, "Presumably, the predecessors just put down their bodies and left aside their reserved lives until now." Thank you to the seniors for their own experience and 'kindness' to the younger generations. It's just that people's lives are different, and the seniors' policies may not be suitable for me, and I, Su Qing, may not become the kind of person in the mouths of my predecessors who need to be likable in order to live! ”
"You ......" The Immortal Cultivator woman's face turned red, and she was so angry that she almost summoned the treasure weapon, "You don't know what to do, your temperament is as bad as those demon cultivators, no wonder you have come to this pitiful point." It's really cheap, and I don't know whose child it is, if I were your mother, I might as well kill myself if I gave birth to you. ”
It's really cheap.
What a shit!
It's really cheap!!
……
This curse was like a tentacle drilled out of the depths of hell, slippery and disgusting on Su Qing's body, and it was about to drag her into the sea of fire. Although she had not yet fallen into the flames, she was licked by the hot tongue of fire and caught fire.
The bottom of my heart has made darkness hell, and my eyes have long been stained with anger. Su Qing glared at the immortal cultivator woman, eager to tear her mouth apart immediately.
What is she talking about, she dares! It's okay to scold her, it's okay to beat her, but you can't pull down the innocent mother to ridicule her. Oh, Immortal Cultivator, it turns out that it's nothing more than that. Immortals and demons, but the cultivation methods are different, and the origin qi of the qi sea is different. In terms of character, what is the difference!!
"You, say, what?" Su Qing's lips opened and closed, and every word she spit out carried an irrepressible anger.