It was a middle-aged man, plainly dressed and holding a stick in his hand, with a distorted face chasing the boy who looked like a loach in front of him.

Although the boy was small, he ran very fast, but in the middle of the way, he bumped into a man, who was not good, and he was angry when he was hit like this.

With one hand, he lifted the skinny boy up.

The boy's clothes were dirty, his hair was even more messy to cover his face, and his face was also full of stains, but those eyes had a dullness that did not belong to his age, like a pool of stagnant water, which could not be shocked by the slightest wave, which made people disgusted when they looked at it.

He was thrown to the ground, and someone kept kicking him and beating him, insulting him, but the boy just carefully protected the white bun in his hand, and the bones in his whole body seemed to be broken, but he didn't snort, and the blood blurred his vision, red, and confused him.

It may be that they are tired of fighting and leave with a scolding.

Pain, that was the only thing he felt.

But he also took advantage of the pain to sober up a little, he propped himself on the ground with his hands, but he couldn't get up, and after a while on the ground, he trembled and got up with one hand on the ground, and the other hand carefully held the bun.

By the time he staggered home, it was already dark.

It's not a home, it's more a broken temple than a home.

When he arrived in the ruined temple, he seemed to feel safe, and then began to devour the buns in his hands.

However, Baozi did not solve his hunger, did not calm the cramps in his stomach, and the constant convulsions continued.

He curled up in a dark corner, his hands on his legs, his head buried in his arms, his thin body trembling slightly.

There was an eerie silence all around, save for the howling of the wind and the brushing of leaves, and a biting chill when the wind blew.

A cloud of black gas silently encompassed the ruined temple, and they turned into thousands of silk threads, slowly approaching the boy's figure.

The boy let out a muffled grunt, and the pain as if it was about to tear him to the ground, and the moans of pain were small, as if coming from his throat.

The black gas wrapped around his body became more and more, entangled his whole body, the boy bit his lip tightly, the smell of blood spread in his mouth, and his dark and lifeless eyes flowed into confusion.

He...... Are you going to die?

I want to ...... I want to die...

Intense white light shines on the nearer and is not dazzling.

But the black qi shrank and fled in all directions, but it had no effect, the white light was like their nemesis, and it would slowly disappear when touched.

The black mist in the sky slowly disappeared without knowing what drove it, and the moon rose, and the moonlight passed through the shade of the trees, leaking a shimmering piece of jade.

The black fog of the ruined temple also disappeared and returned to its original state.

The boy lying on the ground moved his fingers, slowly opened his eyes, and before he could recover, a pair of white boots with golden patterns appeared in front of him, clean and spotless.

Isn't he dead yet?

Why! Why!

System: [Villain!] It's right at your feet! What are you going to do? ]

Shen Yue doesn't want to play with the villain's feelings this time, she just needs to go through the plot to match the villain and the heroine, and let the villain fall in love with the heroine, so that the villain doesn't need her as a villain to be stimulated, and if she wants to get the heroine, she will embark on the road of the villain.

Shen Yue sensed the demonic qi that had not been missed around her, and as soon as she moved, she felt that someone had touched her ankle with her hand, she looked stunned, and then slowly squatted down.

The boy involuntarily grabbed it, and as soon as he looked up, he saw an immortal with his eyes covered with a white cloth and his eyebrows as bright as flowers.

In a daze, the boy even thought that she had met an immortal, after all, such a beauty was like the love of God.

"You ......" the boy uttered a hoarse syllable, not at all as immature and hoarse as he should have at his age.

Shen Yue couldn't see the scene in front of him, but he could sense that the boy had a very serious injury on his body, and if he didn't treat it in time, he might not survive tonight.

A bottle of medicine appeared in his hand, poured out a pill, and Shen Yue handed it to him silently.

The boy looked at the fairy's delicately skeleted, snow-white and slender hands, and then saw his dirty hands, and he didn't dare to take them for a while.

Shen Yue felt that the boy didn't move, and said coldly, "Eat." ”

The voice was cold and gorgeous, as unattainable as this man.

The boy took it carefully, the pill melted in his mouth, and the pain in his body seemed to disappear in an instant, and his body became light and comfortable.

This immortal... Saved him.

"Even if meeting is fate, are you willing to go back with me." Shen Yue's expression was cold.

The boy didn't dare to look at the face of the immortal, and his lifeless eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and he replied in a trembling voice, "Wish... Meaning. ”

His voice had not spoken for a long time, so the syllables were strangely pronounced, and his voice was dry and unpleasant.

But Shen Yue didn't show any disgust, his expression was still indifferent and cold, and he slowly stood up.

The boy also stood up with his hands on the ground, he lowered his head, even though he knew that the immortal's eyes were covered with a white cloth and he didn't see him at this moment, but he still didn't dare to look up.

Shen Yue stretched out a hand to him, the boy bit his lip, looked at his dirty hands, and quickly wiped them twice with his clothes, until his hands were red before holding the immortal's hand.

The delicate touch under the palm of his hand, the warm temperature, made him feel that holding the hand of the immortal was a kind of blasphemy.

As Edgeworth flew, the boy grabbed Shen Yue's hand tightly, one hand quietly tugging at the corner of her clothes.

He was finally freed from the humble life that even the beasts lived better than him.

Pulling him out of the abyss was the picturesque immortal in front of him.

"You... What is it called? "The boy had difficulty and slowly pronounced words.

Shen Yue didn't even turn his head, but said coldly, "Dao number, Xi Yu, name Shen Yue." ”

The boy involuntarily clenched the sleeve of the immortal's coat, and then fell silent.

The main reason is that it is impossible for Shen Yue to speak first, and the boy is not good at talking.

When he arrived at the Zinc Qing Palace, the flying sword moved, and it fell, and the sword disappeared with it.

Shen Yue took his hand, and as soon as he entered the hall, he felt a familiar aura.

A woman in a red robe was half-lying on a soft couch, her beautiful and bewitching face was not like a fairy but more like a fairy.

Every move was full of temptation, but Shen Yue couldn't see it.

"Xinxi." Shen Yue's eyes were covered with white cloth, but she accurately captured the woman's position.

The woman smiled lazily, her red lips were like roses, like a blooming peony, "Senior brother, you still have to listen to what I say next time, don't go out of the mountain so recklessly, senior brother is so simple, don't be deceived by others." ”