Weaving Dreams was really disgusted by this group of people.

She thought that Meng Yi, who was open-mouthed, was disgusting enough, but she didn't expect that this group of people from the family could still talk about the path of robbers so high-sounding, which really refreshed her cognition.

Her fingers trembled violently, her heart was churning, and the uncontrollable killing intent burst out, and everyone present noticed the overwhelming killing intent, and took up weapons to be on guard, for fear that she would suddenly go berserk and start killing.

Suddenly, a cool hand took her hand.

She looked up, and Zhu'an also looked down at her.

He whispered, "Do you believe me?"

Weaving Dream was actually very painful in her heart, she didn't dare to think about many things, it was too weak and heavy. She didn't do anything, but everything she had was ruined overnight, and the funny thing was that she even made it all up herself.

It was so bitter that I overturned a whole bowl of coptis in my heart, and the taste was bitter.

She resented, she hated, she also used the power of the magic flower to take revenge, kill all those who made her miserable, and she longed for everyone in the world to be buried together.

However, she can't choose her own fate, she can't choose her own life, can't she even choose what kind of person she is?

What if she hates? She says she can't hate?

Does she have to compromise with hatred?

She still has a residual warmth in her heart, and she wants to live a good life, just because of one person.

Zhu'an forgot, but Weaving Dream remembered that they had seen it before.

When she was abandoned by Hana in the barren mountains of Dongjun City and picked up a life from the mouth of the wolves, the fear that spread from the bottom of her heart told her not to entrust her life to anyone, only she could protect herself, it was useless to cry, her master would not look at her more because of this, let alone pity her.

She sat alone on the side of the street in Dongjun City, with no money to buy medicine, and the wound scratched by the wolf was not treated and soon there were blood stains, and the white clothes on her body were already tattered and bloodstained, and she looked very embarrassed and terrifying. The people who came and went in the city were afraid to avoid her, and looked at her with cold and disgusted eyes, as if she were a man-eating monster, and no one felt pity for her, and no one would buy her some medicine, not even a word of inquiry.

She sat sullenly with her knees folded.

She didn't know where she was going, she had no direction, no goal, and her world seemed to have nothing, no grass.

She sat there for a day and a night, and the pedestrians on the road were far away from her, and no one cared about her at night.

She was frozen all over her body under the night wind and cold dew, and her wounds were scabbed and frozen, repeated, painful and itchy.

She still sat motionless, half-dead with her knees clutched.

Ah, it's really painful......

Wouldn't it be better to die right now?

The next day, a group of frolicking urchins in the city threw stones at her.

The child does not know the severity of his hands, and he thinks it is fun to throw stones, and it hurts to hit his body.

Her fingers curled up, the monstrous murderous intent in her heart was surging and rolling, and her eyes became pitch black and extremely strange, as if someone was whispering in her ear: Kill! Kill them! Kill them all! They don't deserve your mercy......

The fingers were lowered and pinched, repeated several times, and finally let go of the palm, the black air in her eyes dispersed, and she still sat sullenly.

She said to the killing intent: What can you do if you kill them, the body is not painful, or the heart is not painful?

The bewitching voice didn't sound again, and even the killing intent disgusted her weakness.

The rocks kept falling.

She couldn't help but smile wryly.

A stone was about to hit her forehead, but it was steadily intercepted by a hand.

The man took the stone and whispered a rebuke to the urchins, and the children scattered and ran away.

As if sighing, the man squatted down to look at her, and it turned out to be a young man with eyebrows and eyes as warm as jade, and white clothes as snow.

On the other hand, she was covered in tattered clothes, covered in blood, and her face was dirty, which was really miserable. She felt a little inferior in her heart, and she didn't want to look at him and turned her head

Staggered his gaze.

The young man was not annoyed, and smiled softly and said to her, "Why don't you go home?"

Weaving Dream was sullen and refused to speak.

The boy stood up and left, and Weaving Dream glanced at his back, and lowered his head even more depressedly and silently.

How can this be, so bad......

She was the first person willing to talk to her, and she drove her away.

She suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

After a while, two things were gently laid down beside her, a new red dress and a packet of medicine.

The young man sat back beside her, like a friend he had known for a long time, with a gentle smile on his face, and said naturally and casually, "It's not beautiful if the skirt is dirty." ”

Weaving Dream hugged his knees, and finally said sullenly: "No one will care anyway." ”

The young man's smile deepened, like a thousand trees blooming in spring, and he looked at it seriously and said, "I care." ”

Weaving Dream was stunned, glanced at him quickly, and lowered his head again.

"How you live your own life has nothing to do with others!"

The boy stood up and reached out and touched her head, "I have something to go, goodbye." ”

He didn't say his name, didn't even see her face clearly, left a skirt and a packet of pills and left.

Weaving Dream touched the red dress, the soft and clean fabric, like eating a piece of candy, it didn't feel like it was so difficult.

He was a physician who often gave people medicine, but he just treated her as an ordinary patient, because he felt that she was pitiful and gave her a packet of medicine, he did too much such things, nothing special, and soon he forgot about it.

But Weaving Dreams has always remembered.

He has good intentions for many people, but only kindness to her.

It still feels painful, but it really only needs a person's gentleness to be enough.

She has been wearing only red clothes since then, because even if she is injured and bleeding, she can't see it on the red clothes. She thought that when she saw him again, she must be clean, not a bloodstained and tattered mess, at least not so miserable.

But she didn't meet him again.

She has traveled through many city-states, endured a lot of hardships, met many people, and never saw him again.

It's just that whenever she is in pain, as long as she thinks of that teenager, she feels a little better.

When she was almost a year old, she finally saw him again in Fanzhou City.

He dragged her out of the crowd and protected her again as he had driven away the urchins for her the first time.

He had no impression of the beautiful red-clothed girl in front of him, but Weaving Dream recognized him at first sight, his eyes were like a puddle of slightly drunk wine, such warm eyes were only available to him, and she would not admit mistakes.

She suddenly felt that she had a desire to live in the world, and for the first time she wanted to make a choice for herself.

So, she asked him if he could take her in, it wasn't a sudden whim, after so long, she really wanted to see him again, even if he didn't remember her, it didn't matter, she wanted to say thank you to him.

At the martial arts conference, the first time she saw her father, her father was about to kill her, but Liu Changyuan died. Once again, her master left her and left, and died of hatred in his heart. All people and everything only teach her to hate, teach her pain, teach her despair, and force her to recognize the cruelty of reality.

She can't hate them!

She confessed her hatred.

However, there was one person who he said to her seriously.

"I care. ”

"How you live your own life has nothing to do with others.

"It's okay, I can take you in. ”

The world is full of bitterness, and he is the only sweetness.

She nodded without hesitation.

"I believe it. ”

The overwhelming killing intent was melted away by him with a word.

Zhu'an stepped forward and stood side by side beside Weaving Dreams, his voice was not thick but reassuring.

"Are you here for the Phantom Flower Treasure?"

The sect masters looked at it suspiciously

With him, I didn't know what the teenager wanted to say.

Fang Xu, as the representative of the alliance of the family sects this time, stood up and replied, "Childe, what do you mean by this?"

"Even if I explain that there is no Phantom Flower Treasure in the Phantom Flower Palace, you don't believe it, do you?"

Fang Xu said: "Seeing is believing, hearing is false, we are unconvinced by your words alone." ”

Zhu'an nodded and said, "I guess it's the same, I can let you enter the Phantom Flower Palace, but I have three conditions!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, Shuhua and Mu Feibai also looked at Zhu'an strangely, but Weaving Dream was very calm, there was no reason, she believed in Zhu'an.

Rong Lian stood idly with his arms folded and watched, with a hint of playfulness crawling in his eyes.

Fang Xu said: "You can tell me and listen to it." ”

Zhu An said calmly: "First, you can enter the Phantom Flower Palace, but each family can only enter twenty people, and the rest will retreat to the bottom of the mountain. ”

He lowered his head again and asked Weaving Dreams, "Are they allowed to go in?"

Dream Weaver nodded.

The sect masters gathered together to discuss in a low voice, twenty of each family, they were originally an alliance, even if there were only twenty people together, there were more than four hundred, and in terms of numbers alone, it would not be a loss, as long as they found the treasure of the Phantom Flower, they would definitely not come to the Phantom Flower Palace again.

Fang Xu got the opinions of everyone and replied loudly: "We agree." ”

"Second, no matter whether there is a treasure in the Phantom Flower Palace, whether you can find the treasure or not, and whose family the treasure belongs to, Dream Weaving has already opened the Phantom Flower Palace, so this result needs to be borne by you, and it has nothing to do with Dream Weaving, and it has nothing to do with the Phantom Flower Palace. ”

Fang Xu replied: "This is nature. ”

Zhu'an nodded and said: "Third, after the matter is over, please publicly apologize to Weaving Dream on the rivers and lakes, and admit that the Phantom Flower Palace is an orthodox martial arts sect." ”

Weaving Dream was stunned, but he didn't expect that the last one of Zhu'an was actually for this, and his heart was sour and astringent. However, she also immediately reacted to the intention of chasing peace, even if the Phantom Flower Palace was really empty, but no matter what she said, these people would not believe it, even if they were blocked back today, there would still be people who had been thinking about it, it was better to let them see it with their own eyes, and this favor had been given, no wonder they didn't remind them in advance, they owed the Phantom Flower Palace a favor, and they could also avoid the idea of someone playing the Phantom Flower Palace in the future, once and for all.

The sect masters gathered together again to discuss, and apologized one by one, and they also knew what was going on, but as long as they got the Phantom Flower Treasure, they apologized and apologized, and they didn't lose anything by thinking about it.

Zhu'an was not in a hurry, he was sure that this group of sect masters would definitely agree.

After getting the unified result, Fang Xu nodded, "We all agree to the three agreements. ”

Everything was as he expected, and he didn't have much reaction, and nodded calmly, "Okay, in front of the three major families and the martial arts families, we high-five the three chapters of the covenant law, today's covenant is a promise made by all the sect masters, and those who break the contract will not die well." ”

Fang Xu replied: "Fang Mou hates people who have no faith in his life, today I promise on behalf of all the sect masters present, if anyone breaks the promise, Fang Mou will be the first to not agree!"

Zhu'an and Fang Xu both stepped forward and high-fived three times as an oath.

Mu Feibai didn't know the situation in the Phantom Flower Palace in advance, he was just helping his friends, and he still had some doubts at the moment, he touched his chin, lowered his voice and asked, "Just let them in?"

Rong Lian shook the folding fan and said, "I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, I'm afraid of thieves." Don't talk about them, I want this phantom treasure too. ”

Mu Feibai glanced at him and was amazed, "Qingcheng Villa is already rich enough!"

Rong Lian laughed, "Money, of course, the more the merrier." ”

Mu Feibai ignored his jokes, and praised Zhu'an, who came back: "You think about it quite thoroughly. ”

Zhu'an smiled: "Instead of defending day and night, it's better to deal with it at once." ”

Weaving Dream lowered his head and said, "Thank you." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion of Zhu'an, he always feels that the thank you of Weaving Dream is particularly solemn, as if he has had the courage to open his mouth after saving for a long time.