After that, she knew that what is hard is not good, and she has to change the way.

Although Leng Yue has always been an enemy to her, she has never beaten her again.

Leng Yu's gentleness and thoughtfulness even splashed on her from the sect leader, because as the weather became colder and colder, Leng Yu actually took the initiative to prepare winter clothes for her.

And the sect leader, no matter where he goes, no matter what he does, he takes her with him.

This morning, Qing Huan was at the door and heard Leng Yu persuading the sect leader: "Sect leader, she has not yet joined the sect." Go to the pilgrimage, I'm afraid..."

"So what?" The sect leader's cynical voice sounded, "I'm going to bring it over, who would dare to say no?" ”

Leng Yu said softly: "That's not it, it's just..."

"Leng Yu, are you disobeying me?" The sect leader's voice was full of doubts.

Then came the voice of Leng Yu kneeling: "Leng Yu doesn't dare." ”

"You'd better not dare." After speaking, he opened the door and came out, Qing Huan couldn't hide and was hit squarely.

The sect leader didn't ask her what she heard, but said, "It's just in time, let's go." ”

Qing Huan hurriedly followed, and Leng Yu walked behind.

The first time she went with them to the so-called pilgrimage, she was full of curiosity, but when she arrived, it was nothing more than an empty field, with an altar built with stones in the middle.

In the altar, a fire was blazing.

A large group of women dressed in gray clothes and veils stood under the altar, and Leng Yu and Leng Yue stood on either side of the altar.

Qing Huan was arranged in the middle of the crowd, just because a blue headband was particularly conspicuous.

Leng Yue's vicious eyes always stared at Qing Huan's direction.

The leader ascended to the altar and knelt reverently facing the flame, along with his disciples.

Qing Huan was no exception, she didn't want to provoke Leng Yue.

There was a buzzing sound all around, and it turned out that everyone was reciting the hadith.

Qing Huan listened very carefully, but only heard one sentence: "Grace all things, only light." ”

Only then did she remember that they were Zoroastrians, worshipping light, using fire as a medium.

It's ridiculous to think that they themselves are so dark that they worship the god of light.

This so-called worship ceremony, Qinghuan is mixed in the crowd, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

But she could feel Leng Yue's gaze, and she could find her accurately wherever she was.

On the way back, the sect leader walked in front, and Leng Yu followed.

And Qing Huan seemed to be deliberately left behind, with Leng Yue.

She was a little uneasy and wanted to walk quickly to the front, but was stopped by Leng Yue intentionally or unintentionally.

Qing Huan had to be careful to watch out for her, because she felt that Leng Yue had murderous intentions.

What is not dangerous is that Leng Yue didn't do anything, more like a warning to her.

At night, Qing Huan slept under the sect leader's bed as usual, and many times the sect leader was talking to herself, but she wouldn't answer anyway.

"If you hadn't spoken before, I would have thought you were dumb."

Qing Huan just looked at the roof with his eyes open.

"You come up." The sect leader stood up and said to her.

Qing Huan finally reacted, and she looked at the sect leader suspiciously.

"I can't see you down there, I can see your expression when you come up."

Does she have any expression to look at? Qing Huan just didn't move, expressing his refusal.

But where there was room for refusal, the sect leader grabbed her as soon as he could.

Qing Huan wanted to roll out of bed, but he was held back and couldn't move.

The sect leader said mockingly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you. You go down again when you sleep. ”

She stiffened and lay on the bed, glaring at the Sect Master as he sat beside him, his face full of banter.

It seems that this person will not let her speak.

After this time, she had to be caught every night and sit on the bed and listen to him.

She couldn't figure out why this person talked so much and told her everything.

Time flew by, until one morning Qinghuan saw a small grass in the yard, stretching its tender green leaves, trying to grow out of the cracks in the stones.

Qing Huan realized that the cold winter had passed, and spring was coming.

And pinching his fingers, Sanniang has been separated from herself for three months.

Sometimes Qinghuan also thinks why Sanniang didn't come to save herself. But most of the time, she is glad that Sanniang made such a decision.

Originally, she just went to the kitchen to get a bowl, and when she saw the news of spring, she couldn't help but stop a little.

A disciple hurriedly ran into the courtyard, just in time to be seen by Qing Huan.

"Miss Qinghuan, I took this bowl by mistake, please go and get it again. The other bowl is for the Master. ”

Qing Huan looked at the bowl in his hand, did not suspect him, and followed.

When she was carried back on a crutch, she realized that something was wrong and stopped.

The disciple looked back at her, and instead of urging her to hurry away or explain anything, he turned around and ran.

Qing Huan panicked, turned around and was about to return, when she saw Leng Yue standing behind her.

Now that Leng Yue and Leng Yu are standing together and not speaking, she can tell them at a glance. Because of the hatred and killing intent in Leng Yue's eyes, it was so thick that it overflowed.

Qing Huan thought that she was going to say a few words, scold her or bully her, but she could always delay for a while.

Who knew that Leng Yue just sneered and stabbed at him with a dagger. Qing Huan wanted to dodge, but was grabbed by Leng Yue and couldn't dodge at all.

The moment the dagger was plunged into his chest, the sharp pain made Qing Huan feel as if his soul was about to fly out.

She didn't even feel the pain, she just felt empty in her body, as if she was moving away from this shell.

Leng Yue had a murderous intent, pulled out the dagger, and stabbed it again, seeing Qing Huan's eyes gradually dilated, she finally spoke: "Seduce the sect leader, you are innocent of death." ”

One of Qing Huan's hands tried weakly to grasp something, but he didn't catch anything.

The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was a large patch of blood, staining her vision red.

The blood dripped on his face, and it was still warm.

Qing Huan thought she was dead, but the severe pain stuck her consciousness and couldn't escape from this body, so she woke up and endured overwhelming pain.