Lin Xi'er sat quietly beside Qing'er, she was waiting for him to speak!

After a long time, Qing'er slowly spoke: "We are the villagers of Chenjiazhuang in Wei County, my father has practiced medicine for generations, and my mother is also a scholarly family, originally our family was happy and happy, but one night our village was attacked by a group of bandits, they don't want gold, silver and jewelry, as long as people, regardless of men, women and children, no one is spared, we were caught in an underground palace, that palace is very large, we spent the most painful days of our lives there." Qing'er closed her eyes, her expression was painful, and after taking a deep breath hard, she continued: "We have to be forced to try all kinds of drugs every day, and those drugs will have different reactions after eating, and those who can't stand it will naturally be eliminated, and those who can survive will continue to the next level, the drug soaking, the heart-rending pain I think is the torture that penetrates the skin and does not see blood in this world, they don't treat us as human beings, finally, we successfully escaped after half a year of terrain understanding and planning, and the result still did not escape from their palms!" After speaking, a punch full of hatred hit the stone beside him, and he didn't feel any pain even if the back of his hand bleed, because his heart hurt more than his body at this time!

Lin Xi'er's palms were sweating as she listened. Experiment on people as guinea pigs!

She couldn't say anything comforting at this time, and said in a slightly low voice, "Then do you know who they are so cruel?"

Qing'er said word by word with hatred in his eyes: "Of course I know, if I don't even know the enemy, how will he cut them with a thousand knives in the future!" It can be seen that this hatred has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, gritting his teeth and saying: "They are Yun, Ding, and Gong!"

Lin Xi'er thought she had misheard, and asked again in disbelief: "Who do you say?"

Qing'er repeated: "That's right, it's Yunding Palace!"

For Lin Xi'er, she didn't care about the adventures on the island at all, she didn't care about it, but the strange thing was that according to the tomb owner, Yunding Palace was a famous and decent family, how could Qing'er say that she was crazy, and the crooked way was actually Yunding Palace! Could it be that after the changes of time, the original righteous Yunding Palace no longer exists, and is replaced by the current evil sect.

So what is the use of her palace master's token?

Looking at Qing'er, he was not as excited as he was just now, so she said softly: "Qing'er, people can't be resurrected after death, let's bury your father first!" As for you, if you stay with me in the future, I will take care of you. ”

As soon as the words fell, Donghua Qingyang's cold voice came: "This king doesn't allow it!"

Lin Xi'er secretly scolded "cold-blooded" in her heart, but she didn't dare to be reckless, now she knows his temperament more or less, and likes people to follow him, so follow you!

Lin Xi'er patted Qing'er's shoulder comfortingly, stood up and walked to the carriage, through the curtain, Lin Xi'er whispered: "Lord Wang, this Qing'er is lonely now, we can't ignore it, you can do it."

Donghua Qingyang's tone is still not salty or light: "There are countless lonely and helpless people in this world, do you want to help each of them?"

Lin Xi'er said: "Lord Wang, this Qing'er has been treated inhumanely, and now she is so pitiful, you can do well, please." Seeing that Donghua Qingyang was silent, she continued: "Otherwise, I will listen to you in the future, and whatever you say is what, is it okay?" Now the only way to do this is to delay the war.

Donghua Qingyang was silent for a moment and said, "Remember what you said, and ask him to be outside the carriage."

Lin Xi'er said happily: "Thank you, Lord Wang!"

Donghua Qing Yang Jianmei raised lightly: "Why don't you call Fujun?!"

Lin Xi'er said embarrassedly: "There was a special situation just now, and now you want me to call it, I really can't call it!"

Donghua Qingyang ordered: "In the future, I will call Fujun, do you understand?"

The hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, Lin Xi'er obediently responded: "Yes, husband!"

After burying Qing'er's father, Qing'er kowtowed three times at the grave, swore to bloody enemies, and under Lin Xi'er's repeated urging, he reluctantly bid farewell to his deceased father and set off with Lin Xi'er.

In this way, Qing'er and the coachman sat together, and Lin Xi'er was still facing the zombie face.

Donghua Qingyang did not take the pipeline, but walked around the path, but in this way, the distance was far and the road was deviated, Lin Xi'er didn't ask much, she knew that he naturally had his reasons for doing this, besides, she didn't want to go to Binhai so early.

After a day's journey, everyone was very tired, because it was a small road, so there was no inn nearby, there were no residents, there was no place to stay, so everyone was not hypocritical, found an open place, and lit a fire on the spot to keep warm.

Qing'er was silent all the way down, and her already green and gloomy face was even more gloomy and cold under the firelight at this time, and Lin Xi'er knew that he was grieving.

Slowly approached Qing'er and sat down beside him, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "Qing'er, don't think about it too much, you will treat me as your relative in the future, and I will be your sister."

Qing'er's empty eyes slowly came back to his senses, he looked at Lin Xi'er, and said, "You don't see that you are older than me, call you sister, I will lose!"

Lin Xi'er patted Qing'er's head and scolded, "You stinky boy, of course I'm older than you." After a pause, he said, "But I can allow you to call me Xi'er."

Thinking that his mother often patted him on the head like this, he couldn't help but feel sad, and his eyes were filled with tears.

I promised my father that he wouldn't cry again in the future, and he raised his head to prevent tears from flowing.

Seeing Qing'er like this, Lin Xi'er didn't know how to comfort, she was really not good at comforting people, so she could only sit quietly beside him and let him slowly deal with his feelings.

After a long time, Qing'er thought for a while and said: "I think I still can't go with you, I just heard the eldest brother of the coachman say that you are going to Nanzhao Kingdom, I can't go, I can't go, I can't take revenge, I can't die."

Lin Xi'er said: "But with your own strength, revenge is almost impossible."

Qing'er said fiercely: "Even if I burn my body and bones, I will fight to the death."

Obviously going to die, Lin Xi'er said anxiously: "Qing'er, you listen to me......" Before he finished speaking, Donghua Qingyang threw over two pheasants and said coldly: "He is going to die, you let him die, where is there so much nonsense, this king is hungry."

Lin Xi'er knew that he couldn't listen to Qing'er at this time, because his mind was already filled with hatred, let him be quiet first, maybe he would slowly become more rational in one night.

Picking up the mountain pheasant on the ground and handling the internal organs, Lin Xi'er went to find a plant called perilla nearby, and found some honey, although she is not a chef, but her own attribute is to love to eat, so she is still very experienced in the practice of calling flower chicken roast chicken.

There is no lotus leaf to make a flower chicken, wrap the pheasant with perilla, then tear a small piece of cloth off your clothes and soak it in water, wrap the chicken up, wrap it in mud, and then dig a pit under the fire and bury it called the flower chicken.

While waiting for the rooster to be called while barbecuing, bursts of fragrance wafted out, awakening everyone's gluttony, waiting for Lin Xi'er one by one.

Although Donghua Qingyang wanted to eat, his usual coldness made him still like a god, waiting for others to worship.