Hang up the phone, turn off the phone, turn over the shadow, and continue to sleep.

At seven o'clock the next morning, the mobile phone turned on automatically and the alarm went off.

Drip, drip!

"Pig, you have a missed call!"

"Pig, you have unread information!"

......

She got up sleepily and flipped through the information, one of which was sent to her by her foster family, probably because she made a lot of money, then she should give more financial support to the family, and the grace of nurturing is inexhaustible, not millions of dollars are enough to pay off, so if you have money, you must remember to pay home for a long time......

Several other messages were sent by Zhang Chengjian, the content is nothing more than an apology, repentance, expression of deep feelings, vows, etc., and finally a sentence: A man with such conditions as me, you will not be able to meet it in the future, if you don't follow me, you will regret it, if I don't marry you, I will find a random woman to marry and have children, and I will no longer love anyone from now on......

However, only mutual liking and recognition can be called love.

So the flower shadow is still not loved.

She got up and washed, thinking about the text message she had just read as she washed.

The information of the foster family, after reading it, I was a little confused.

From childhood to adulthood, the family basically didn't spend a lot of money to raise her, just say let's eat, every time I gave her leftovers, my adoptive father and brother and brother ate them, and the adoptive mother picked out a little leftovers from the dining table and told her to take them to the kitchen to eat.

But she was young at the time, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it, because her adoptive mother would accompany her, and her grandmother would also accompany her.

Let's talk about wearing clothes, from childhood to adulthood, I basically wear the rest of my brother, so I was very beautiful, but because she was too ugly, not only did no one like her, but she would be laughed at by her classmates from time to time, and there would be new clothes occasionally, all of which were bought by my grandmother, although the price was not expensive, but it was also a valuable heart.

The elderly are more distressed about children, whether they are from their own home or not.

Other family matters are trivial, and it is the norm for parents to be eccentric, and now I finally understand that it is not biological, no wonder!

The message sent by Zhang Chengjian can only show that everyone in the world has it.

Especially for people who have been rich and pampered since childhood, they basically only have themselves in their hearts, no others, their own feelings come first, and other people's feelings are not feelings, and they don't need to be paid attention to.

All the apologies, confessions, and oaths all reveal a condescending posture, which makes people have an illusion of insincerity, and there is also an attitude of not accepting rejection because they can't bear it.

Otherwise, how could a message with such wording be sent?

Zhang Chengjian's apology, repentance, and oath look more like some kind of reminder, reminding Huaying to cherish him and not miss him, because he is so perfect, so good, but he loves her so much, a poor girl with little money and no status, can get such a noble love, she should know how to be grateful and cherish, how can she refuse?

What kind of brain circuit is this? The thinking of the rich?

What a!

That's all!

That's all!

One for the prince's disease, you can block it.

Huaying muttered while washing her face: "I'm not your mother......"

After washing, she went to the wardrobe, found a pink and white woolen skirt to wear on her body, stood in front of the mirror, looked and looked, such a pink color, she looked many years younger.

"Do you look like a sixteen-year-old flower girl?"

The twenty-year-old grinned and remembered Mucha, the little girl who was only a teenager.

People's sensory perception is really peculiar, before the age of ten, I feel that time flies super slowly, after the age of ten, time slowly becomes faster, after the age of fifteen, I feel that time is simply not time, blink of an eye, a year is gone.

It would be nice to have eternal life!

It would be nice if your face lasted forever!

How nice it would be if you were always sixteen!

Such a person will never care about time.

Flower Shadow is going to forage for food in the South District, she has been very lazy lately, except for eating and sleeping.

Get dressed, go to the window to see the weather outside, the weather in early spring, warm and cold at first, especially recently to meet the cold of spring, it is a little cold to stand it, the pedestrians on the street are still dressed in the middle of winter, hurrying away, hurrying to come, bustling.

The spring breeze is particularly strong......

She put on a down jacket over her woolen skirt, carried a small bag, and was about to go out when a familiar voice stopped her behind her.

"Little girl, when did you come back?"

Black scales turned into a jet-black dragon aura from outside her window, and peeked through the crack in the window.

Flower Shadow's depression was instantly swept away after hearing the sound of the black scales.

"Black Scales! You're finally here!"

She immediately turned around and hung the bag back in place.

I saw the black dragon crawling on the dining table in the living room, looking at her curiously.

"Little girl, how long have you been back? I went to the tomb to look for you, but I couldn't find it! But I could sense some ominous aura! So I followed the aura to the Void Realm, were you brought by something strange? Because, I found your clothes in the Fire Devouring Wasteland of the West Continent!"

After speaking, the black dragon conjured up a burden out of nowhere and put it on the table.

Flower Shadow hurriedly walked over and opened it to take a look, wasn't it the clothes she had changed into in the Fire Devouring Wasteland?

"Black Scale, my mission has failed! The Millennial Corpse King is not dead. Huaying rolled the bag of clothes into the bag again, frowned, and said, "I don't want these clothes, although they are protected by the Mu Lingyuan of the Dome Furnace, I still soaked in that river full of blood for a while, it's disgusting!"

Then, without waiting for the Black Dragon to question her, she told the Black Dragon everything that had happened in the tomb and later to the Fire Devouring Wasteland.

Blackscale listened carefully until the Flower Shadow stopped to look at it, and then asked, "And then you came back, didn't you go to work again, and sold your sword?"

"Hmm!"

Flower Shadow nodded.

"You met the four sons of Tianzong Wind and Rain and the only daughter of Mu Shengyang in the Fire Devouring Wasteland?" the black dragon continued.

"Hmm!"

Hanakage continued to nod.

"They brought the Bloodthirsty Banner back, and you came back through the passage that the Bloodthirsty Banner opened for you. The black dragon began to talk to himself, thoughtful.

"Well, is there a problem?" "Flower Shadow was a little curious about the black dragon's attitude.

"The Bloodthirsty Banner is an evil weapon refined by the ancient demons, why do you want to open a passage back for you? And this passage, you can use it permanently! Little girl, do you know that if you want to open such a permanent passage between the two realms that only you can use, it needs to exhaust almost half of its cultivation, which means that it will throw away more than half of its cultivation, so why do you want to do such an uneconomical thing?"

The black dragon pondered the strangeness of this matter, and then, suddenly, it smiled strangely.

"Well, now you owe it a favor, and you need to keep it in this world, little girl, do you understand?"

Huaying was stunned when she heard this, shook her head, and said, "I don't understand!"