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"Ten thousand, ten thousand, and ten thousand!"

"A heap, a heap, a heap!"

"There are a lot of spirit stones! Sister wants to buy magic weapons, use one and lose one, we can't look at this thing like a spiritual weapon. Sister wants to buy silk water-patterned silk robes, made of high-grade silk, warm in winter and cool in summer, elegant and beautiful. My sister wants to buy a complete alchemy appraisal, buy two sets, one for her own learning, and the other for the old man underground, he has worked hard all his life, but he has not been able to scrape together enough money to buy one, and it is a pity to die. Sister also wants to buy bundles of golden-necked grass and burn them all to the old man, if you weren't greedy for this little cheapness, how could you take your mother to die together, leaving me alone!"

"Old man, have you seen it, your daughter is also rich now, spirit stones, a lot of spirit stones, enough to fill our house, our family can lie on the spirit stones to sleep, this is the dream you have been yearning for before. ”

"But now that my sister has a spirit stone, why aren't you by my side, how can you leave me alone!"

At the age of twelve, he began to live alone in Qili City, if it weren't for the fact that his parents left a few spirit stones and a small courtyard, I am afraid that Qingmei would have died on the streets. However, even if she survived, she had to endure the deception and insidious design in the cultivation realm, and her weak body struggled to survive in the cracks.

Over the years, she has tried hard not to think about it, but now the little girl can't bear it, and the intuitive grievances are nowhere to tell, tears drip down her cheeks, and unconsciously reveal a little snow-white and pink, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

After Qingmei returned from the night market, he rushed into his room, from crazy to sobbing in a low voice, Xiao Chen listened to it all, and at this moment he saw that the room was gradually quieting, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

A person is struggling at the bottom of the cultivation realm, and it seems that this little girl has suffered a lot over the years.

Xiao Chen shook his head, took a teacup, and sat down at the table. Once upon a time, he was also like a green eyebrow, but it was only by chance that he had the situation he has today. But in order to obtain the cultivation of this body, how much did he pay, and who had ever helped him settle the score.

Stepping on the avenue, trembling and cautious, this road is full of murderous opportunities, and every step forward needs to cross the mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It is others who kill, but it is their own hearts that are cold.

Xiao Chen looked at his hands, which were white and delicate, not contaminated with a trace of dust, but the blood stained on them could not be washed away by pouring the water of the rivers and seas. As soon as you enter the avenue, you can't help yourself, and if I don't kill anyone, you will kill me.

For today, Xiao Chen was forced to leave the family, but fortunately he had the opportunity to serve his parents for the rest of his life, and he never had great regrets.

But now Zi Yan and Moon Dance are waiting for him to return, and the piano and the two are together, and they are both staying and flying, but he can only go away and come to this strange Moro realm. Xiao Chen also regretted it in his heart, and asked himself if he hadn't set foot on the avenue back then, what would he be doing now?

may have been a pale old man, and his children were happy, and then he died and turned into a piece of loess.

Is this kind of life trajectory the real happiness?

Ignorance means that there is no sorrow, and that the sunrise and sunset are not a kind of peace and joy.

But now, it's too late.

Stepping on the avenue and entering this rolling world, there are too many entanglements and causes and effects on his body, Xiao Chen has no way back, otherwise he will die. When he dies, his relatives, celebrities, teachers, and friends will all suffer.

Therefore, Xiao Chen had no choice, not only for himself, but also for the people around him, he could only press all the hardships in his heart and move forward in silence.

This is a responsibility that cannot be shirked.

But one day, he will go back, and with an irresistible force, he will smash all the shackles that stand in his way to powder.

Xiao Chen put down the teacup and took out two pots of wine with his backhand, one pot was placed on the table, and the other pot was drunk.

The wine is sad and slightly bitter.

"Squeak".

The door was pushed open, Qingmei walked to Xiao Chen's side silently with red eyes, sat down without saying a word, took another pot of wine and drank it.

The wine was very strong, and the green eyebrows choked and coughed, and tears flowed. Xiao Chen watched silently from the side, without saying anything to comfort, this is the path she chose for herself in the future, and only she can bear the bitterness and bitterness of it, and others can't help her.

Qingmei coughed for a long time, slowed down and continued to drink, her good-looking eyes shrunk into a ball, and she said in a low voice: "It's so bitter." ”

Xiao Chen chuckled and said lightly: "Wine is not bitter, people are bitter." ”

The little girl frowned, as if she understood something, and glanced at Xiao Chen but did not speak.

The two drank together, Xiao Chen was arrogant, one pot after another. The little girl lowered her head slightly, took small sips, and slowly tasted the taste of the wine, only to feel that in addition to the heaviest bitterness, it also contained sweet and sour.

"It must have been very hard to carry the mask for so many years, and there are no outsiders tonight, so take it off. Xiao Chen spoke softly, his eyes were calm, and some were just faintly pitying.

Qingmei raised his head suddenly, looking at Xiao Chen's gentle eyes, his heart was instantly full of sourness, and the watery in his eyes was rolling, and he almost burst into tears. I really haven't felt this feeling of being cared for a long time.

The little girl bowed her head, unwilling to show her weakness, and only then did she look up and show a smile when her emotions stabilized a little, "Okay, then show Miss Ben's true face to Brother Xiao Chen today, don't be dumbfounded, Miss Ben is very beautiful." ”

This sentence of Brother Xiao Chen, but he is a lot less vigilant, from the heart, which makes people feel a little warmer in their hearts.

Xiao Chen smiled lightly.

However, when Qingmei carefully removed the mask from her face, the whole room seemed to light up. Those smart and beautiful eyes were a big regret on Qingmei's face before, but now they are the finishing touch, making her whole person dazzling.

It's nothing more than that.

Xiao Chen has seen a lot of beautiful women, the moon dance is light and elegant, Zi Yan's grace and luxury, Yu Ji's domineering and cold, Li Xiaoyi's stubbornness and stubbornness, Xiao Yuer's simplicity and simplicity, and Mo Xi's refreshing and lovely, can be regarded as all kinds of people, although there are only Moon Dance and Zi Yan who are in love, but it is not an exaggeration to count other women as celebrities.

But Qingmei's beauty is not the same as theirs, she is like a delicate rose, struggling to survive in the cold wind, delicate but not delicate, a little small, a little kind, a little proud.

It feels good, but there is bitterness.

Xiao Chen raised the wine jug, "For the sake of the beautiful Miss Qingmei, drink a pot." ”

Qingmei smiled a little shyly, and her face was covered with red glow, which looked really cute.

"Hmm. ”

With a gentle hum, the little girl happily drank with Xiao Chen, only feeling that she had never been so relaxed and happy for so many years, without scruples, as if someone would help her with something big, this feeling of relying on made the little girl feel a little uncomfortable, but she was really happy.

"Brother Xiao Chen, can I tell you what is on my mind, it is really uncomfortable to hold it in my heart alone, and I always want to cry when I am alone at night. Qingmei twisted her green fingers and whispered.

"Good. Xiao Chen didn't say much, nodded lightly but looked extremely sincere.

The little girl smiled gratefully, and spoke in a low voice, bit by bit, sometimes happy and sometimes crying, the bitterness and bitterness can be told for so many years, which made her instantly feel a lot more relaxed, and she also looked extremely tired.

Looking at the little girl who fell asleep on the table, Xiao Chen shook his head, got up and picked her up and sent her back to the room, carefully covered the corners of the quilt, and then turned to leave.

Sitting down again, looking at the vast night, Xiao Chen sighed. Qingmei's bitterness and bitterness can be explained to him, because in the little girl's heart, Brother Xiao Chen is a person who can be relied on. But who can he confide in the bitterness of his own heart?

Drinking in a pot, the night is as cool as water, covering up the hustle and bustle of the day.