"Hahahaha, your father is a murderer! A boy grimaced at the wounds.

"You talk nonsense, you talk nonsense. Cute little Wound said with a cherry mouth.

"You are, it's all over the village. The wound was the murderer's child, and the mother ran away with the family. The children in the village coaxed, leaving a small wound alone and wiping away tears.

Her wounded sleeves were soaked with tears, and she cried as she walked home amid the fingers of others.

"What's wrong? what's wrong?" the aunt cried when she saw the wound, and immediately ran up to her and patted her little back. "Hurt, what's wrong? Who bullied you. ”

"Auntie, Dad didn't kill anyone, right, Mom didn't elope with other men, right!" The wounded little face was wounded with condensed tears.

A sadness immediately appeared on the face of the kind aunt, and she took the little wound into her arms.

A few days later, the village resolution meeting.

"The father of this child has lost his conscience, and his mother has corrupted the manners," said the village chief, pointing to his little bruised nose and saying to his aunt, "you can't stay in the village any longer. ”

"Get out of the village, get out of the village......" was surrounded by the shouts of the villagers.

My aunt watched everyone fall into the well, bit her lip, and stubbornness arose. Pulling up the wound with one hand and walking outside.

"Auntie, it's me who has caused you trouble. The little wound held her aunt's hand in one hand.

My aunt hooked her wounded nose with her hand and said, "Don't be stupid, kid, let's go to a place where no one recognizes us, and we'll be better off than we are now." ”

A few years later, in that humble hut on a barren mountain, my aunt died of illness......

A faint red glow swept in the sky, flowing out of the dancing waves, the red glow spread one by one to the high wall of the imperial capital, the waves were like waves, like the ocean, like light yarn. The sky is blue, let it gallop, and the country will fall

In a corner of the imperial palace, in a manor entwined with green vines, a pink gorgeous mansion slowly faded out.The door branch opened.A pair of jade feet stepped lightly on the grass, and one of the ankles was tied with a bell.The ringing was crisp.Under the purple-red dress, a woman, with pure eyes, looked at the sky in all directions.She was silent for a while, and then she lightly opened her lips "Is it a hundred years?" Between the words, a breeze rose, and the leaves rustled.

There were a few palace maids, passing along the road, and saw the wounds with dusty expressions. Almost threw something to the ground.

"It's... Be... Wounded girl... Go and tell Your Majesty. "One of the maids, a little less senior, ran quickly, and the rest all stood on their feet and saluted." Wounded girl!"

The first impression of seeing the palace maid in front of her is strange, and many things have changed quietly, every time she wakes up, there are many sisters who have a good relationship with her and leave unconsciously, she smiles gracefully, and does not need more words.

No one could read anything more from this woman's expression, one could only see her supreme beauty, supreme glory and happiness, and one could only see her sweet smile.

She was so fascinated by her dancing that the audience was captivated by the seven splendid dances that had never been seen in the world. Once every hundred years, she danced silently, for a full 4,700 years.

The first to come to visit was the Dragon Turtle Immortal and his party.

As soon as Long Ling saw the familiar face of the wounded, she sobbed.

Long Ling also cried, crawled in front of the divine light, and wrote on the divine light with his hand, "Sister Liu, I finally see you again, Long Ling is so happy." "

"I know, I know," the stream sobbed silently. The dragon spirit and himself are like sisters. However, the first gift he gave to his sister was not an affectionate embrace, but a wound by divine light.

The Dragon Turtle Immortal walked up with a calm face, helped the dragon spirit, and walked into the divine light side by side with her, although it seemed to be relaxed, beads of sweat began to appear on his head.

Wound shook his head, "Don't come back, immortal"

"Don't speak. Stand there and don't move. This little thing is not enough to stop this immortal," said the dragon turtle immortal

Step by step, the onlookers couldn't help but pinch their palms to sweat, and I don't know how long it took before they saw Long Ling's hand and the injured hand touching each other. The crowd wanted to cheer, but in the end no one spoke.

"Let's go here," the Dragon Turtle Immortal said breathlessly, "The divine light has been flourishing here, and if you move forward, Grandpa is worried that he won't be able to protect you." ”

"Thank you, Grandpa Dragon Tortoise. Wound said gratefully

"Silly girl, what is polite to grandpa, but you have never found a way to expel the divine light, so you have been suffering from it. "The dragon turtle immortal has a shameful face.

"Grandpa Dragon Turtle, this is fate. Wound said. A life word, but a few strokes, but ancient times have come, who has really gone against the sky. Fate itself is full of vicissitudes and suffering. And in the world, one day we will lose everything.

I don't know how much I told each other about my heartfelt feelings and thoughts. Wounded and Long Lingcai wiped their tears.

Long Ling turned around, pointed to the outside of the divine light, and introduced the wound: "Sister Wound, that's Sister Xiao Ranbing and the crocodile gambling senior." ”

Xiao Ran Bing... Liuxiao stared intently at the young woman outside the divine light. Like, very similar, very similar to the girl named Xiao Ranxue. But it's not quite like it, compared to the beauty in front of her, Xiao Ranxue is obviously weaker, and her face is pale, not as transparent as this.

But as long as she remembered Xiao Ranxue, it was not difficult for her to remember another person, the Heluo Hades King.