The soft light seemed to conjure up countless warm hands, and they were gently caressing Xiao Chen's injured consciousness body. Xiao Chen, my child, don't worry, you will be fine!

With the continuous injection of colorful light, the wilted air mass began to tremble for a while, and finally turned into Xiao Chen's appearance again. "Thank you, uncle!" When Xiao Chen, who opened his eyes, saw the situation around him clearly, everything understood. Facing this person who had repeatedly rescued him, Xiao Chen had a thousand words in his heart, and in the end it only turned into such a sentence.

However, at this time, the Broken Intestine Man was no longer as relaxed as before, and he used his life force to nourish and repair Xiao Chen's injured consciousness many times, which had caused him major trauma. And today, he finally can't hold it anymore. "Xiao Chen, I'm sorry, I'm already too tired, I'm already going to sleep well, I guess it's going to take me at least half a year to rest. From now on, you'll probably have to take care of yourself!"

"What? You have to sleep for half a year?" Xiao Chen was shocked, and he didn't know when he would get up. He has long regarded this middle-aged man who lives in his illusory sea and has repeatedly pulled himself back from the brink of death as his trusted elder. No matter what kind of danger he encountered, as long as he remembered the existence of such an elder in his phantom sea, Xiao Chen would no longer feel scared or confused.

And now, this elder suddenly said to himself that he was going to sleep for half a year, and everything in the future would depend on Xiao Chen himself. How could this be? Xiao Chen was dumbfounded. No, uncle, you're asleep. What should I do?

Feeling Xiao Chen's feelings, the heartbreaker smiled faintly, "Child, the young eagle always has to grow up, and he must always learn to face the wind and rain alone." Believe in yourself, take your destiny firmly in your own hands, you can!" After finishing speaking, the figure of the Broken Intestine Man slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a pile of languishing air masses, floating quietly above the Phantom Sea.

"Senior, senior!" Xiao Chen's trembling voice was mixed with endless remorse. But the other party can no longer hear all this. If you want to see each other's smiling faces and listen to each other's earnest teachings, you have to wait for half a year. And during this time, no matter what kind of wind and rain occurs, Xiao Chen can only bear it silently.

After rescuing Xiao Chen many times, this powerful consciousness body that lived in Xiao Chen's Phantom Sea finally couldn't support it anymore and finally fell into a long sleep.

......

With endless remorse, Xiao Chen left the Phantom Sea and returned to the real world again. "Xiao Chen, you've finally woken up, great, you're really fine!" Seeing Xiao Chen's awakening, Liu Lan cried with joy. She immediately pounced and hugged Xiao Chen tightly.

"I'm fine, but it's not me who is in trouble. Liu Lan, thank you!" Xiao Chen stood up tiredly. From today on, I will never hear my uncle's teachings again.

"Boy, I originally thought you were a good-for-nothing straw bale, but now I found out that I looked away!" The woman in the light green silk shirt standing in front of Xiao Chen looked at Xiao Chen quietly like this, and it took a long time to say such words. But at this time, the woman in the light green silk shirt no longer had a trace of rage in her tone, and there was only extreme calmness. At the last moment, Xiao Chen would rather destroy his right arm than hurt himself, which deeply touched the cold heart of the woman in the pale green silk shirt.

She couldn't believe that in such a world, there was such a stupid person who would rather hurt herself than others.

Why, thousands of years ago, you let me meet some unkind people, why didn't you let me meet someone who was really kind-hearted and dedicated to me?

I just wanted to find someone who could really treat me. But thief God, why don't you meet me with such a small request?

"Boy, although you spared my life, I will not be grateful to you. The woman in the pale green silk shirt, who evoked painful memories, became cold and stiff again.

"I don't need you to be grateful. Although you are extremely arrogant and disgusting, after all, sin does not lead to death!" Xiao Chen paused, "And I did this for no other reason, except not to let my conscience be disturbed!"

"Am I arrogant? There are still people who say I'm arrogant? Do you know how humble and polite I have been and kind to people for thousands of years. But what did I get? My kindness. My humility was seen as stupidity, as weakness. I longed for people to treat me sincerely, but I got nothing but merciless betrayal and ruthless abandonment, and finally fell to the tragic death of the cardamom year!" Thinking of the unbearable past a thousand years ago, the woman in the pale green silk shirt had a sad and indignant look on her face.

"Since then, I don't trust hypocrites anymore, especially the sanctimonious stinky men. In this world, the only person who really cares about myself and truly loves myself is myself. Although the plum blossoms are arrogant, how dare they fight the spring cold? If they are more red and white, they must be seen with blue eyes! Hairy boy, there are some things that you will never understand!" The voice of the woman in the pale green silk shirt was sobbing, and her delicate body was trembling.

"Although the plum blossom is arrogant, how dare it be against the spring cold? If it is more red and white, you must still look at it with green eyes!" Why does this poem sound so familiar? Xiao Chen gasped, wait for me to think about it, wait for me to think about it!

Xiao Chen, who was thinking hard, suddenly changed his face, his fingers pointing at the woman in the light green silk shirt were trembling, and his voice became trembling, "I know who you are, you are Su Xiaoxiao!"

Su Xiaoxiao, according to legend, was a famous courtesan who lived in Qiantang during the Southern Qi Dynasty of the Northern and Southern Dynasties of China. His family was an official of the Eastern Jin Dynasty in his ancestors, and he relied on his ancestral property to operate from Jiangnan Gusu to Qiantang, and became a more solid local businessman. When Su Xiaoxiao was fifteen years old, his parents died, so he sold his property and moved to Xiling Bridge in the west of the city with his nursing mother, Aunt Jia. They live in a small building in the pine and cypress area, living on their savings every day, and enjoying themselves among the mountains and rivers. Because she is delicate and beautiful, and her charm is very good, there are always many suave teenagers following her in the back of her car. Without the control of her parents, Su Xiaoxiao was also happy to associate with the literati and scholars, often meeting friends with poetry in her small building, and there were always cars coming and going in front of her door, Su Xiaoxiao became a famous poetry prostitute in the Qiantang area.

One day, Su Xiaoxiao met a handsome son - Ruan Yu while playing. The two fell in love at first sight, Ruan Yu visited Su Xiaoxiao's house, was courteous to the beauty, and slept together at night. Su Xiaoxiao and Ruan Yu have been inseparable since then, and they travel together every day. However, when Ruan Yu's father heard that he had been hanging out with prostitutes all day in Qiantang, he was very angry and sent him back to Jinling (present-day Nanjing). Su Xiaoxiao looked forward to it all day, but she didn't see her lover come back, and finally fell ill.

On a sunny autumn day, on the lakeside, she saw a man who looked like Ruan Yu, but he was dressed frugally and looked depressed. She felt that this person was very popular and would definitely be able to go to high school, so she offered to help with money and materials. Bao Ren was grateful and rushed to the examination room full of ambition.

It's a pity that the beauty has a thin life, and Su Xiaoxiao died of illness in the spring of the second year. At this time, Bao Ren has been inscribed on the gold list, serving as the history of Huazhou Thorn, passing by Su Xiaoxiao's house when he went to work, but caught up with her funeral legend Su Xiaoxiao died and was buried on the side of Xiling Bridge, there is a stone tablet in front of it, and the inscription is: Qiantang Su Xiaoxiao's tomb. Su Xiaoxiao's tomb is well-known in Hangzhou. According to the legend, after the death of Su Xiaoxiao, the soul of the fragrance is not dispersed, often haunts the flower jungle. Ask what song it is? In the next five years, Cai Zhong was recommended by Dongpo as Qin Shaozhang's official because of his affairs. Shaozhang is different, saying: "Su Xiaozhi's tomb is now in Xiling, why not drink and hang it." Cai Zhong went to his tomb to worship him. It was night, dreaming and sleeping together, saying: The concubine is willing to be rewarded. Since it has been dark for three years, Cai Zhong also died in Hangzhou and was buried on the side of a small tomb.

Xiao Chen, who understood everything, was gloomy. He understands how hard it will hit an infatuated woman to her heart if she is ruthlessly abandoned and betrayed by someone she loves. It's like when I was about to express myself to the girl I loved, I suddenly suffered a catastrophe and was thrown into this strange world. Who can understand the pain of never being able to see their loved ones again?

"So I'm going to be strong and strong. I want the people of the world to prove that I, Su Xiaoxiao, am by no means a weak woman. I want to make people all over the world look up to me! I don't rely on those stinky men, I can still live proudly and happily!" Su Xiaoxiao touched the tears in the corners of her eyes.

However, the little girl with golden blood that he finally found was ready to train her to be his messenger, the ultimate powerhouse of mankind, the Obsidian Martial Saint, to prove herself and make people impressed. Just because of this kid in front of him, he was messed up again!

"To" Xiao Chen, who was also reminded of painful memories, took out a clean silk handkerchief from his arms and handed it over.

"Boy...... You...... I'm sad, why are you crying? Are you taking pity on me? I'll tell you, what I hate most in my life is pity!" Su Xiaoxiao snatched the silk handkerchief and wiped away the sad tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't be sentimental, who is going to pity you?" I just remembered my sadness. If you're okay, please leave quickly, I need to be alone to be quiet!" Xiao Chen looked up at the sky, not letting his tears flow.

But the sky was still gray at this time.

"What, you let me go?" Su Xiaoxiao didn't believe her ears at all. She had long known that Xiao Chen was the fourth messenger from the underworld, and it was his fate to bring back to the underworld or completely eliminate the seven thousand-year-old wandering souls who had escaped from the underworld.

Although Xiao Chen would rather be injured himself than hurt the other party and let Su Xiaoxiao have a big accident at the most critical time, he even had some inexplicable gratitude in his heart. But the current Xiao Chen's practice of not bringing himself back to the underworld still shocked Su Xiaoxiao even more