I heard that my previous self was not of this character, and I heard that my former self was very heroic and belligerent. If a child dares to bully himself, he will definitely be beaten back with a stick. But now I am very insecure, and I have to think twice about everything......

When he thought like this, Wang Xian was soaking in the warm pool. The petals floating on the pond sketched a person's appearance in her mind......

The servants carefully wiped Wang Xian, originally she was not used to it, but they said that every young lady from a large family is like this. Well, this is to remind her that from now on she will no longer be a wild girl, but a big lady.

After some grooming, the maid helped her wipe her hair. Wang Xian was stunned in front of the makeup mirror, feeling like he was dreaming.

"Is the young lady hungry? ”

After arranging her hair, the flower master said to himself, and ran out of the room quickly. Before Wang Xian could stop her, the group walked in with food. The battle was spectacular, and the delicate-looking and delicious food immediately whetted Wang Xian's appetite.

After eating a big bowl of rice, Wang Xian was called by Wang Ziliang.

Wang Ziliang was still sitting in the courtyard, the moonlight was bright, and he was sorting out the letters. Wang Xian still changed Xiu Yunshan's clothes and put on brocade clothes.

"Sit. Wang Ziliang's voice was clear and sounded super strange.

Wang Xian sat opposite Wang Ziliang with some restraint, staring at this person who called himself "Dad".

"A while ago, I heard that there is a little girl in Xiuyun Mountain, and the demon slaying talisman is bloody. ”

"Hmm. Wang Xian nodded, "But it's none of my business! ”

Wang Ziliang smiled and looked up at the child he hadn't seen for a long time, "Ah Xian, do you really think that your father abandoned you and left you alone in Xiuyun Mountain for six years?"

"It meant to be. Wang Xian muttered.

"Every year on your birthday, your father will go to Xiuyun Mountain, but he just looks at you from afar. You don't know how fast you've grown in your second year there, and all of a sudden you're a lot taller. ”

Wang Xian nodded vaguely, "Yes." ”

Wang Ziliang looked at Wang Xian's listless face, he also looked bitter, and he didn't know how to comfort, so he had to change the topic, "Ah Xian, do you like your demon slaying talisman?"

Huh, why do you suddenly ask this?

"I don't like it very much," Wang Xian looked at Wang Ziliang cautiously, "It is sometimes uncontrollable, and it is scary to come out on its own." ”

"Well, that's good. ”

Okay, what's good.

"It's okay, go back and rest. You're tired from running around all day. ”

In this way, Wang Xian's mind blanked and Wang Ziliang said a few words and went back. It's not that she doesn't like Wang Ziliang, but the sense of oppression that Wang Ziliang gives people is too strong, and it is far from her comfort in her previous life. Oh my God, is this what she's going to live in? Be careful every day, dealing with others in the midst of suffering.

Tired from thinking about it, Wang Xian buried his head in the quilt and fell asleep after a while.

In her dreams, there was the fragrance of flowers, and a familiar figure was waiting for her under the tree.

It was late at night, and Wang Ruoqian was awakened by a nightmare.

The moonlight outside the window was almost dissipating, and I heard that Wang Xian was back. She hasn't seen her yet, but I heard that she has something strange in Xiuyun Mountain, and this time she came back with a lot of Wang Ziliang.

Wang Ziliang is like this, he likes to take care of others to death, everyone has to listen to him, and those who disobey will not end well. It's been twelve years, and it's been twelve years since his surname is Wang, and he has lived under Wang Ziliang's control for twelve years, and he still feels that this person is extremely deep and insidious.

In contrast, Wang Ziliang is really much better to Wang Xian.

"Why? Why ......are you doing this?"

Wang Ruoqian leaned on the head of the bed weakly, looking at the thin moonlight outside the window and muttering to herself.

The candle flame in the secret room was bright, and Wang Ziliang stood in front of the shelf studying an ancient book. The books are very worn, and it seems that with a little effort, the books are about to be shattered.

Nights like this have been going on for years, but the books have too few descriptions of what he wants to know, and they are not detailed enough to be difficult to study. In the past, some people have touched this forbidden line, but they have not succeeded, and the final result is that they both die.

This is the ancient magic - the art of life prolongation.