After Hua Nai took away the little baby girl, she threw her in the Phantom Flower Palace at will, and did not care about taking care of it, but the palace master of the Phantom Flower Palace was quite patient with the baby when he was there, and often held it in his arms and teased, and went to the village under the mountain to buy some fresh goat's milk and feed it seriously, and seemed to think that it was very interesting to take care of the baby.

She also smiled and said to Hua Nai: "My master used to hug me like this. ”

After the death of the palace master of the Phantom Flower Palace, Hua Nai's attitude did not change much, and there were many times when she wanted to strangle the little baby girl directly.

But when the hand pinched her neck, even with one hand was more than enough, looking at this baby so small, so fragile, she was a little in a trance, if nothing else, she would have had such a small child before, such a small body, such soft skin, the face is very cute, she can't do it.

Hana left her aside, trying to leave her to fend for herself. The cry of the little baby girl was heart-wrenching, even if she hid in the depths of the Phantom Flower Palace, she seemed to be able to hear the baby's cry.

Her dead child was innocent, so what was the fault of this little baby girl? She didn't even know who her father and mother were and who took them.

Being forced to be separated from your family is cruel enough.

She finally compromised, picked up the little girl and coaxed her softly, and fed her some goat's milk, and the little girl stopped crying and went to sleep obediently.

That night Hana had a very strange dream, she dreamed that a little child called her A-Niang, although she couldn't even see the child's face clearly, but she knew that it was her child, and she was happy and moved.

At dawn, she woke up and burst into tears.

It's just a well-woven dream.

The little baby girl slept quietly beside her, she reached out and gently rubbed the baby's face, the little baby girl clicked her mouth, soft and cute, and her heart became a little softer.

"Then you call it Dream Weaving...... Dream Weaving ......"

Fifteen years have passed, and Hua Nai has never stepped out of the Phantom Flower Palace as promised, quietly cultivating the Phantom Flower Divine Skill, but it does not restrict the freedom of Dream Weaving.

There is a small village at the foot of the mountain where the Phantom Flower Palace is located.,Weaving dreams are a little older, and they often run to play with the children in the village after practicing the sword.,The personality is not like Hana, but very much like Hana's master.。

Hua Nai used to be a young lady from a family full of poetry and books, and when she was in better spirits, she would teach Dream Weaving, sometimes teach Dream Weaving martial arts, watch her practice swords in the yard, sometimes tell her some martial arts stories, teach her to read and write, and sometimes introduce some types of martial arts weapons to her.

Dream Weaver learns very seriously, respects the master, and does not dare to disobey Hua Nai's requirements.

However, no matter how well the dream was completed, she never saw Hana show a look of joy or satisfaction.

It's like you're completing a task, without a hint of emotion.

When Dream Weaving was older, Hua Nai taught her all the Phantom Flower Divine Skills, and Dream Weaving was extremely talented, and she cultivated the seventh layer of Phantom Flower Magic Skills at a young age. In this way, Hua Nai did not break her promise to her master and accepted Weaving Dream as an apprentice.

Hua Nai's body has improved a lot after practicing the Phantom Flower Divine Skill, but her temper has become moody, and sometimes she can't help but be irritable and irritable even if she is a little thing. When you want to lose your temper, you just drive Weaving Dream out, and refuse to let Weaving Dream see it.

Weaving dreams are restless and frightened, and there is a hint of fear mixed with respect for Hana.

Hana buried her master under the pondside tree in the Phantom Flower Palace, and kept watch by her day after day, as promised, for her tomb for fifteen years.

Fifteen years ago, the day she brought back Weaving Dreams, it has been a full fifteen years, and Hana gave Weaving Dreams the string of silver chain rings left by her master, and Weaving Dreams received a gift for the first time, and she was very happy, and she carefully carried it in her hand, and she didn't leave her for a moment on weekdays.

At the end of the fifteen-year period, Hua Nai did not immediately go to Liu Changyuan for revenge, she took Weaving Dream out and wandered around for a year. Sometimes she deliberately left the weaving dream, and it took ten days and half a month to go back to find her, sometimes in a lively town, sometimes in the wilderness.

Her heart is very conflicted, every time she drops the weaving dream, she feels very painful, the weaving dream grew up with her, she trusts her very much, she can't say that the weaving dream has no feelings at all, but she feels that this behavior is cruel and pleasant, as if it is a small punishment and revenge, whenever she drops the weaving dream, she will take the opportunity to leave the place quickly, run far away and don't want to worry about the weaving dream.

But every time at the end, she would still go back to find Weaving Dreams, and she couldn't tell whether she was torturing herself or Weaving Dreams.

The first time Weaving Dream was abandoned by Hana, she panicked and scared, and she was always confused and aggrieved in that city

Looking around for Hana, she couldn't find where the master was, so she sat silently under the eaves of the street, facing the street where the master disappeared, staring at the people coming and going.

After waiting for four or five days, during which others came to catch her, she didn't leave, so she repeated sullenly that my master would not find me when he came back.

When Hana stood in front of her again, she didn't ask why the master left her, but just raised her face happily and smiled: "I knew that the master would come back to me, so I have been waiting for you here." ”

The joyful smile that was lost made Hana's heart sour, but like a sickly joy, Hana still left her like this again and again.

But after a lot of times, Weaving Dream seems to be used to the master walking and suddenly disappearing, never asking half a word, and knowing that Hana will definitely come to her, so she occasionally wanders around by herself, she once tried to leave the city-state where the master disappeared, and walked a little farther, Hana still appeared in front of her after a few days.

Although she didn't say it, she became more and more cautious.

Once they passed through the barren mountains of Dongjun City, Weaving Dream only lightly said that she had encountered a group of wolves when she told Zhu'an about it, but she had just left the Phantom Flower Palace at that time, and she was only a fifteen-year-old girl, and it was far from a matter of fighting and talking about it.

When I passed through the barren mountains of Dongjun City, it was already late, and the mountains were very desolate, except for the dense trees, there was not even a little human population.

Weaving Dream turned his head and just wanted to ask the master whether he wanted to continue his journey or stay for a while, but Hana was gone.

Walked quietly.

Weaving Dream turned her head in silence, a little dazed, not knowing where to go, she walked aimlessly.

The mountain seems to be full of dense trees when you walk around, and there is no moon tonight, and you can't make out the direction in the thick night.

Weaving dreams turned around for a while, and found that she was lost, but she was the only one in the mountain.

She followed Hana for a day's journey, and when she was a little tired, she stopped walking, and sat under a large poplar tree that she had passed many times.

Soon she was keenly aware that the surroundings were too quiet, and even the sound of insects that she had been listening to all the way was gone, and she looked around with some vigilance, but the forest was dark and dark, and she saw nothing.

She was just about to stand up, when suddenly a pair of green eyes lit up around her, like floating ghost fire, cold and piercing.

Weaving Dream was shocked, oh no! I met the wolves in the barren mountains! The wolf is a very patient beast, and I may have followed her silently for a while.

She subconsciously touched the phantom flower bell, but found that it was not in her hand, and her heart was cold...... Her Phantom Flower Divine Skill had just been cultivated to the seventh layer, and she couldn't control her true qi to directly form petals like Hua Nai for her use, but she could use the Phantom Flower Bell to expand her power. I don't know what material the Phantom Flower Bell is made of, and when I practiced Weaving Dreams, I found that the Phantom Flower Bell was infused with the internal breath of the Phantom Flower Divine Skill, in addition to enhancing the power of the Phantom Flower Divine Skill, it also had the miraculous effect of disturbing the mind and temporarily suppressing the mind.

Although with her current cultivation, she can only exert a partial effect, and she can't reach the power that she can drive away the wolves with the sound of a flute later, but as long as the Phantom Flower Bell is there, she can easily avoid the wolves.

However, the Phantom Flower Bell is not there.

Later, Zhu'an was attacked by wolves and had her help, but now there is no one to help her, she has trusted and relied on the master since she was a child, and the closest person in her life, when she is in danger, she is not by her side, no one is by her side.

She was alone.

People are always afraid to fight wild beasts, and when they fight with people, they can guess the enemy's mind and predict the enemy's attack, but wild beasts rely on instinct, and this hunting instinct is often elusive and impossible to resist.

Quickly touching all over her body, she only felt a dagger from her waist, and she tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart and did not dare to move.

She clutched the dagger tightly in her hand and carefully leaned her back against the tree, vigilantly observing the movements of the wolves.

The wolves surrounded her, the cold and bloodthirsty gaze made people tremble, a wolf tentatively pounced on it, Weaving Dream quickly raised his hand and slashed the dagger, the wolf's throat was cut and fell to the ground, and the blood spurted on Weaving Dream's face, hot and hot.

After killing one, several wolves quickly pounced, and Weaving Dream reacted quickly to kill them one by one, although she was not bitten, but under the siege, she was still scratched by the wolf's claws, and her body was painted, she didn't dare to care, still staring at the other wolves vigilantly.

Seeing that she had killed her companions, the wolves became more cautious, patiently surrounding her and no longer attacking rashly, but they became more excited when they smelled the smell of blood in the air, panting and baring their sharp fangs

, a dangerous low bark in the throat, which is creepy.

Suddenly, Weaving Dream felt a strange sound in the trees above her head, only to see a strong wind rushing quickly, she fixed her eyes and saw a wolf pounce down from the tree, she quickly dodged and retreated, clutching the dagger tightly. The wolf was unusually large, and when he saw that he was in the air, he quickly turned around and aimed at her again with a vigorous kick when he landed, his front paws pressed against the ground, ready to launch the next attack at any time.

When the surrounding wolves saw it, they barked a few more lowly, and it was the leader of the pack who pounced down from the tree.

Sure enough, the wolf leaped to its feet again, swooping down like lightning, and despite Weaving Dream's full attention, it was still pounced on the ground.

It's too fast!

Weaving Dream was pressed to the ground by it, the head wolf's sharp front paws tore her shoulder, opened his mouth and bit at Weaving Dream's neck, Weaving Dream hurriedly pinched the wolf's neck as far as possible, and stabbed the dagger into its eye with the other hand, while the wolf howled in pain, Weaving Dream quickly shook off it and got up to keep defensive, the head wolf rolled on the ground, and got up to stare at her, the left eye was already bloody and blurred......

When facing death, Weaving Dream's heart erupted with a momentum of the same end, Weaving Dream responded to its gaze and stared at it viciously, his eyes were fierce and fierce, his face was bloodstained, like a ghost, and he held a dagger tightly in his hand.

Wolves seldom attack animals that are stronger than themselves, unless there is no way back, they will fight to the death against animals stronger than themselves, they are clever and cunning, and hunting is always the least price in exchange for the most food.

However, it is clear that not only have several of their companions died, but even their leaders have been seriously wounded and have suffered heavy losses.

At that moment, Dream Weaver was like a bloodthirsty beast.

The head wolf shook its head, the knife just now made it suffer a big loss, and after looking at each other for a while, it finally avoided her fierce gaze and admitted that Weaving Dream was stronger than itself.

It turned and walked out, howling fiercely, and the wolves stared at Weaving Dream unwillingly, but they still obeyed the call of the head wolf, and turned away with the wounded head wolf.

For the rest of her life after the Dream Weaving Tribulation, she collapsed and sat on the ground, with the corpses of several wolves lying around, and she was covered in blood, with her blood and wolf blood, mixed together, she crawled out of hell alive!

Just now, her whole person was like a bow, the bowstring was tight, whether she could survive was a matter of a moment, if the aura was not enough to deter the head wolf, if the wolves insisted on continuing to fight, she would still be torn apart and eaten by the wolves in vain, and there would be no bones left.

She was deeply afraid, and suddenly had a feeling that she shouldn't trust anyone, shouldn't put her life on anyone, and only herself could protect herself.

Even if it is her dependent master, he is the person she trusts the most.

She sat for a while, regained some strength, and got up again to find a cave to hide, but after walking for a long time, she couldn't find a cave to dodge, but fortunately she didn't encounter any more mountain beasts, and she really couldn't fight again.

She was so tired, but she didn't dare to stay on the mountain, so she numbly dragged her legs and kept walking.

When she finally came down the mountain at dawn, she collapsed in the weeds under a tree at the foot of the mountain, and only then did she dare to close her eyes.

Pain.

The shoulder was torn by the wolf's claws, and the body was scratched, and the whole body was in a dull pain.

She couldn't sleep with her eyes closed, but she really didn't have half the strength anymore.

Master, did she really not notice that she was gone, or did she deliberately leave hers? Why didn't her phantom flower bell happen to be in her hand?

She didn't dare to think deeply.

She was really scared when she was just alone and fighting the wolves.

I felt like I was alone, I felt like I was going to die.

She raised her arm to cover her eyes, and something flashed out of the corner of her eye.

She lay half-dead in the grass for a day, and finally regained some strength.

She sat up, found a river, cleaned the wound in silence, cleaned it up, and was afraid that the blood covered in it would scare passers-by, but there was still blood oozing out of the wound without treatment, and it looked terrible.

Reluctantly returned to the Dongjun City, she had no money to buy medicine, so she sat alone on the side of the street, and after a day and a night, a passing boy saw that she was pitiful, so he bought some medicine for her.

After a few days, when the wound scabbed, Hana finally reappeared.

Her eyes fell on Weaving Dreams, saw her injury, and looked away for a while.

She didn't ask anything.

Dream Weaver didn't say anything.