In the middle of the night, Wang Xiaomosheng woke up hungry, she opened her eyes, sat up with the quilt, leaned on the head of the bed and stared blankly at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window.

The cool breeze blew a puff of water in the air, she moved her nose, as if she was attracted by some smell, and turned her head to see a meal under the oil lamp on the table next to the bed, with porridge and all kinds of side dishes, and a light of tea on the side, I don't know what kind of fairy method this is, in this cool night, the tea is still steaming.

The oil lamps are dim, the food is light, and there is nothing more soothing than this scene on this stormy night.

Wang Xiaotao lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, walked to the table very slowly and sat down, she picked up the chopsticks and handed the porridge and rice into her mouth.

She ate all the gluten and meat were shaking and trembling, several twisted and winding green tendons burst up on her forehead, she encouraged her cheeks, and struggled to rub her upper and lower teeth like a knot of life and death, and a bowl of porridge was eaten by her as if it was a death and hatred.

But soon she vomited out the porridge she had just eaten, retched, picked up the bowl and continued to eat, retching, and eating......

In a few moments, she was already sobbing and trembling, as if she had exhausted all her strength to shove the whole bowl of porridge into her throat.

After eating the porridge, Wang Xiaomoss looked at the bowl that had been eaten cleanly, and lay on the table alone and cried.

The voice was so sad and mournful that it was more heart-wrenching than any cry in the world, and anyone who heard it could not bear it and wept with her.

While crying, she said sorry, sorry, sorry.

She really wanted to go with them, but she really felt hungry all of a sudden, very hungry, hungry, hungry who couldn't eat anything, she should die, she shouldn't have eaten this bowl of porridge, but she couldn't help it!

If she had the ambition, she should rush to the mountain to find Bailian when she was on Tarzan, even if it was just a corpse.

If she has the ambition, she should run behind her parents, let Daddy and Auntie run first, and let the dragon eat her first.

If she had the ambition, she should have run away with Dandan earlier.

If she had the ambition, she should not have eaten this bowl of porridge, and she should have starved to death in this boundless hell as soon as possible.

Why can she still eat this bowl of porridge!

She's always been an ambitious person.

If Daddy and Auntie didn't give birth to themselves, they should give birth to a child with extraordinary talent, with fairy bones, who can stand on the ground and soar at a young age, shaking the heavens and the earth, so that the child will take them away from the country when the catastrophe comes, and they may not even encounter a drought.

It would be nice if she had never known Bailian, her friend should not be a person like herself, she should be friends with someone who has no obsession and no revenge, that friend should be very good at dancing, they can swim the world together, so that she will not die in the heavenly palace in order to wait for herself, and her bones will be gone.

Why is it that the one who survives is a waste like himself?

Dull, cowardly, greedy for life and afraid of death, not likable at all.

Wang Xiaotao cried and cried and laughed again, like a ghost, there was no joy in her dead eyes, but she still had to pull the corners of her mouth to make a smile.

Laughing and laughing, he cried again, like a madman.

The sky outside the window was bright, and it began to rain when Wang Xiaomoss was eating porridge, and now Wang Xiaomoss outside the window is like experiencing an apocalypse, the branches have been knocked to the ground, and the ground is muddy and rotten flowers, a mess.

After the storm, all things need to be reborn, and those who are forced to break also need time to rebuild their bones and blood.

It began to rain again in Lishan.

There is so much rain here, if only there was so much rain in the Jing River this year.

The tears on his face had dried up, his eyes were swollen, Wang Xiaotao raised his head silently, looked at everything messy outside the window, and sat motionless, his figure seemed to solidify into a cold statue.

The magma casts everything into a hard shell, and all emotions are firmly sealed in it, leaving only the faint and hidden pain that cannot be escaped.

The hustle and bustle in Wang Xiaotao's heart, since the moment of its birth, has never stopped day and night, the red lotus karmic fire from the Eight Cold Hell is forever burning wildly, it always asks for Wang Xiaotao's life, her desires, her desires, burning her whole life, all she has.

It drives her to act all the time, and after the stormy night, the karmic fire of revenge will surely urge Wang Xiaotao to one day put everything in the world into a torch.

Everything that was once beautiful melted clean like ice and snow in the sun.

The once white stained with the dirt of the earth is no longer half pure.

Li Jiuyan took a new meal from the kitchen, the new little junior sister has not yet entered the Tao, the old mother came back and prepared to retreat, before the retreat, he handed over the task of teaching the little junior sister to himself, Li Jiuyan still remembered that the old mother looked at the direction of Mount Tai and sighed, "Heaven is unkind, and Heaven is unpredictable." ”

Then the old mother also said that the little junior sister does not have fairy roots on her body, and she chooses what she wants to learn.

As soon as she arrived in Lishan, the little junior sister Wang Xiaotao fainted on the mountain road, Li Jiuyan found that her body had already decayed, and this little junior sister was not yet an adult, she was still a weak child, she should have grown up healthy and happy under the protection of her parents, but the way of heaven is unpredictable, and she has encountered such suffering, if she is properly maintained, it will be good to live to be a mortal fifty.

Li Jiuyan personally made a lot of medicinal food for Wang Xiaotao, and decided to use these immortal medicinal foods to try his best to feed Wang Xiaotao to the age of 100.

Wang Xiaotao has been in a coma for a day, and it stands to reason that she should wake up this morning, Li Jiuyan braved the heavy rain with the new medicinal food to find the freshly baked little sister Wang Xiaotao.

He also thought that he would see a lonely and weak girl still lying on the bed, but when he arrived in front of Wang Xiaomo's room, he found that she had already woken up.

Wang Xiaotao didn't stay in the room, she walked out of the room without a coat, squatting in the corner where she was not wet with her knees hugged, leaning her head against the wall, and looking at the heavy rain outside with her eyes.

She watched the rain and was already fascinated.

The rain was heavy and urgent.

Heaven and earth are connected by a huge beaded curtain, and it is impossible to see the surroundings clearly.

I only saw faintly verdant, only heard the crackling of leaves, the wind and rain, and from time to time some rain splashed on her body, cold and cold.

She watched and couldn't help but reach out to take it, letting the rain from the sky wet her sleeves and skin. Although the eyes are red and swollen, they do not have the anger that the old mother said, but have a calm that seems to merge into all things.

She heard the sound, raised her face from the ground, and looked at Li Jiuyan, who was holding the medicinal food, she looked haggard, her hair was unkempt, her face was expressionless, she didn't have the slightest childishness that her peers should have, she looked like a cold female ghost who had been drained by black and white impermanence.

Li Jiu's Dao method works naturally, separating the rain close to him, so even if he doesn't hold an umbrella, the rain can't splash on the immortals, and Wang Xiaotao, who is squatting in the corner, is too close to the rain, even if he hides in a dry place, he can't avoid getting his clothes wet.

They looked at each other through the rain curtain, and before Li Jiuyan could speak, Wang Xiaotao suddenly spoke, "Is it Senior Brother Li Jiuyan?" ”

Jin Nan was right, even if he was in a charming city, he didn't change Li Jiuyan, and his white clothes were funeral style on others, but he was fairy and fluttering, and he was not bad at all.

Now, in the pouring rain, the immortals brought her a bowl of steaming medicinal food.

Wang Xiaotao squatted on the ground and looked up at him, like looking up at the bright moon in the sky.