But no matter how difficult it is, the road still has to be walked.

Su Qingyan continued to hum and find a way in front of everyone's eyes.

Finally, after Su Qingyan glided in the void for a long time, she seemed to have touched the barrier that had been blocking her.

After Su Qingyan secretly accumulated strength, she attacked the invisible barrier.

I don't know if Su Qingyan encountered something, a lot of white mist suddenly appeared around her, densely and slowly surrounded him.

Su Qingyan looked vigilantly at the strange flowing white mist in front of her.

After a while, it seemed that something was wrong, and Su Qingyan felt that she seemed to have become a lot lighter.

Su Qingyan glanced at her lower body extremely carefully.

For a moment, Su Qingyan suspected that what she saw was not true.

Why are the super invincible legs and legs that are powerful and vivid, and have helped him escape from the mouth of the monster countless times, gone?

Su Qingyan looked at her legs, which had become a state of Ah Piao at some point, and felt like crying without tears.

Su Qingyan sighed: "Could it be that I died again without knowing it?"

Just when Su Qingyan was sad, the white mist around Su Qingyan dispersed a lot.

When Su Qingyan's eyes were not obscured by the white fog, the light brightened a lot, only to realize that the place in front of her was very familiar.

It seems to be the place where I died in my previous life!

Before Su Qingyan could fix her eyes, the picture in front of her changed again and began to regress at an extremely fast speed.

The last thing that stayed in front of Su Qingyan's eyes was the moment when she was just born in her previous life.

A loud baby cry echoed through the humble hospital room.

Then a disfigured woman picked up the baby who had just been born for a short time, and the resentment in her eyes was really not too obvious.

Not long after, the disfigured woman was discharged from the hospital with the baby.

The disfigured woman did not hesitate to leave the baby in front of the gate of a dilapidated welfare home and drove away.

A few hours later, the discarded baby was picked up by a very weak middle-aged woman and taken into the orphanage very calmly.

The courtyard was filled with children of all sizes, each wearing inappropriate clothing and shoes.

Seeing a familiar woman walk in, there seemed to be an extra child in her arms, but there was not much turmoil in the eyes of this group of children.

He was very skillful in surrounding the woman, pinching the hem of the woman's skirt with his dirty little hands, and asking for something to eat in his mouth.

The woman was very accustomed to taking out two pieces of candy and throwing them on the ground.

The children, whose faces were covered with yellow, were fighting. Then they got a few candies according to their abilities.

The baby was handed over by the woman to a gray-haired old man, who gave a few words and left.

The baby grew up under the careful care of the elderly, and at the age of understanding, he saw the cruelty of human nature embodied in the orphanage.

I understand that neither tears nor crying can be exchanged for a little peace of mind and sympathy, and only the strength in my hands can be my greatest reliance.

Within two years, the old man died when the baby was two years old, and she began to stumble under the bullying and snatching of other children to the age of five.

Yes, she knows how to use her fists to desperately protect her own interests, and no one dares to provoke her easily.

When she was six years old, a group of strangers came and took her away and entered a so-called organization.

At a young age, she knew a lot, knew how to forbear, and underwent cruel and numbing training day after day in this so-called organization.

In more than ten years of brutal training, she seems to have met someone she can trust all her life, and every time she has gone from initial numbness to now a little bit of expectation.

When she completed the last task with joy and wanted to join hands with her for the rest of her life, she ushered in the most tragic betrayal.

In the end, knowing that he had no power to return to heaven, he ended his life with the last decision and what they wanted the most.

Su Qingyan watched her life very calmly, watching her poor and pathetic life calmly like a bystander.

A voice sounded in your ears: Do you feel heartache when you encounter betrayal? Do you hate being forced to end yourself by the people closest to you?

Su Qingyan couldn't help but ask herself, do you hate?

In addition to anger, except for the heart that still wants to live, there is no other emotion.

No, I seem to have hated it, hated my unrealistic fantasies, hated my remaining innocence, hated myself for not having a chance to end them with my own hands

Maybe Su Qingyan herself doesn't know if her cold heart can pretend to be someone else.

That voice didn't care whether Su Qingyan answered or not, and asked Su Qingyan to read everything six years after her rebirth.

"Who are you?" and where are you coming from and where are you going?"

Su Qingyan couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth in the face of such a serious atmosphere, could this be the legendary soul three questions?

After Su Qingyan pondered for a moment, she said coldly: "I am Su Qingyan, this has never changed, and no matter where I come from, I have to live at all costs now, climb to the top of the avenue, and fly into an immortal." ”

The voice stopped talking after hearing Su Qingyan's answer.

But after a while, Su Qingyan felt that the fog beside her had dispersed, and the seemingly nonexistent obstacles in her body were gone.

Su Qingyan opened her eyes again, and saw that the stairs she had taken half a step had been stepped on by herself.

But before Su Qingyan could relax, the old man of the machine spirit appeared again.

Su Qingyan looked at the smiling old man in front of her and was a little irritable, what should she do if she wanted to hit someone?