At noon, the sun was scorching and scorching.

A silver-plated flying boat hovered above, and the huge shadow seemed to cover the sky and the sun, majestic and solemn.

The disciples in all navy blue Taoist uniforms were arranged in an orderly manner.

The people who heard the wind poured like a tide, but they were suppressed by an inexplicable force, which actually brought a chill to the summer.

The hustle and bustle of this side could not shake her in the slightest.

When she stood there, there was a blank space that did not fit in, she was born to be a landscape of her own, but at this time she was subconsciously ignored.

In the front row of this almost endless queue, there is also an unusual gap, which is different from the disdainful gaze of everyone.

I can't tell what she looks like, just a beggar dressed in rags, with a yellow face and thin muscles.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man burst out of the crowd, squeezing the little beggar to the ground with his strength advantage, and his mottled face was even more disdainful and disgusted.

The girl fell to the ground helplessly, her body trembled unconsciously, her already shriveled pretty face was tense, her miserable white lips were bitten out of blood by it, and her apricot eyes stared at the man, even if she was full of horror and fear, she couldn't suppress the strong tumbling hatred in her heart.

She was there, all of whom were cold-eyed, and she was out of step with the world.

In a trance, a strange picture slowly overlapped in Ying Yueyang's eyes.

Between the intricate floors, between the narrow alleys, the girl hides in the darkest darkness, she is baptized by wind and frost, and her body is full of traces of being beaten.

But she was surrounded by corpses lying in pools of blood.

"It's dirty!"

A thrilling smirk crossed her delicate face, and she said sarcastically.

But it's not her who is dirty, it's the world—one of the extraterrestrial planets that has been abandoned since the beginning of the ephemeris, not only violently rampant, but also a chaotic lawless place.

She was less than fourteen years old, and she was already the backbone of a team of hundreds of wanderers.

In the situation of material scarcity, he was still kind to death, he couldn't eat enough, and he didn't eat the last meal, but he fed a group of white-eyed wolves.

Kindness also requires capital, and it also has to divide people, whether it is worth it or not.

Otherwise, such kindness is promoting ugliness.

The breath is still short, and the green smoke clouds are rolling, as fast as an afterimage.

Before her aura opened, the cold chill that took root under her feet soaked everyone present.

"Get out."

Before the man could react, a supreme force knocked him ten feet away, and the parabola fell, spitting blood from his mouth, and his eyes flashed with gold stars, and he passed out.

This blow undoubtedly cost him half his life, and those legs were roughly useless.

A beautiful person, a pair of eyes with frost, shallow light swept over the people on the flying boat.

She wouldn't move, turning her blade at an unarmed man.

What's more, that middle-aged man is not all bad people, he has inextricable good karma.

The girl looked at the fairy-like beauty in front of her in shock, and her head showed sincere gratitude, kowtowing to her, crying excitedly.

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At this moment, a discordant applause sounded in horror.

The young man fell from the flying boat, with the appearance of a fairy wind and bones, wrapped in a navy green robe, but it was a more onerous fine embroidery pattern than the disciple next to him.

The man is handsome, with a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes under thin eyebrows, a tall nose, and moderately thick red lips with a dizzying smile at this time.

He looks dissolute on the outside, but the inadvertent light in his eyes makes people dare not underestimate him.

Just as Fang Zijie was about to approach the middle-aged man and admire his masterpiece, a group of beggars appeared out of nowhere in the crowd.

There were large and small, surrounding the middle-aged man, and an old beggar was even more afraid of death and hugged Fang Zijie's legs, blocking his way with his withered body.

Fang Zijie didn't know why, and the good-looking forehead gradually tightened impatiently.

"Don't... Don't hurt Daddy......"

The dirty little beggar burst into tears, making him even more annoyed.

But he really can't kill people, after all, he is an immortal cultivator, and he is afraid of being stained with cause and effect, which is also the direct reason why he did not directly kill the man, and the other reason is of course to make him look less cruel, so that he can capture the prey that he has in mind.

At this time, Ying Yueyang moved, she stretched out her hand to the girl who was nervous and dodgy, and the girl held her sister's hand helplessly and longingly.

My sister's hands were soft as water, not as cold as I imagined, but extraordinarily warm.

The girl lowered her head, and a sense of shame and inferiority flooded her heart, but she peeked sideways, and did not find a trace of disgust in those calm eyes, the depression that had been blocked in her heart dissipated in an instant, and her swollen eyes couldn't help but moisten again.

Even when Ying Yueyang approached, the little beggars still watched vigilantly, but did not stop it.

And their vigilant gaze is on the little girl, who is even more annoying.

Fang Zijie also felt that things were a little out of his control at this moment, and the false warmth in his eyes gradually disappeared, revealing a trace of hidden gloom.

"Say it." Ying Yueyang's indifferent opening seemed to have an insight into the overall situation.

The girl clenched the only warmth, and without hesitation, she had probably found what she really wanted.

When everyone heard the truth, they suddenly realized that their hearts were suddenly very uncomfortable.

Shame, shame......

The middle-aged man's name is Zheng Fu, he is the owner of a small restaurant, he is not as good as "Panyun Shuihe", he usually sells some pasta, he and his wife are cousins of childhood sweethearts, but his wife died in childbirth, and the son he finally gave birth to also died unfortunately.

In order to make his wife's life better and give him peace of mind, he always accumulates virtue and does good deeds, prays to the gods, and helps those around him, even beggars.

Later, he also got used to this kind of life, this little girl is called Sprout Bean, she came from other places, and she was often bullied, so she always stole other beggars' things and played pranks on them.

At first, it was nothing, but she actually drugged her food, which was rat poison that would kill people.

"Because they scolded me... Scolding me for being ... Hybrids... Nobody wants ......."

She's not, she's not.

She has a father and mother, but they are all dead.

She was the only one left, and she also wanted to live well.

"Enough!"

Fang Zijie has a handsome face like coal, and he is embarrassed to eat a cow.

The old beggar looked at the girl not far away, hesitated, and let go of Fang Zijie, but he was still in a defensive posture.

Obviously, he is also a rare genius in the immortal cultivation world, but he can't glimpse her true face as lightly as usual, and even his breath is difficult to capture.

The girl's blurred face gradually became a little clearer, and then his breathing couldn't help but stop for a while, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

What was even more shocking than his face was that he could feel the extraordinariness of this girl, and he couldn't help but feel weak and lacking confidence.

"If this continues, the spirit root will not be measured!"

After that, he awkwardly threw down a green jade porcelain bottle, and he could see that he was faintly reluctant.

After all, it is one of the few fourth-grade elixirs, living muscle and bone marrow fluid, and it is a bit violent to use it for mortals.