"Let you steal the buns, let you steal!" the children shouted as they kicked and punched.

Zhi Yao didn't step forward to stop it, stealing things should have been punished, and looking at the appearance of these children, she just wanted to teach her a lesson.

"Hmph, let me see you stealing again, and I'll kill you a leg!" Sure enough, the children let go of their cruel words and left.

Zhi Yao looked at those children, as well as this woman, they were all mortals who had not cultivated, and they must all be descendants of monks in the city.

Because the offspring of monks does not necessarily mean that they will have spiritual roots, but most parents will not choose to abandon their children, or pamper and love them like treasures, and take care of their short lives.

But the woman in front of me is afraid of what she has experienced.

"Alas!" Zhi Yao sighed, she still couldn't help but soften.

Even if she has been cultivating for decades, she still can't change this problem.

However, this person is a mortal person and is unlikely to cause harm to her.

Thinking of this, Zhi Yao came to the woman.

She looked down and saw that the woman's clothes had long been tattered, and her hair was messy and glued together, and she hadn't washed it for a long time.

Her face was covered in blood and stains, completely covering her face.

At this time, she was clutching the stolen bun and stuffing it in her mouth.

Zhi Yao frowned, how did this person feel a little familiar?

"Are you okay?" asked Zhi Yao as she squatted down and looked at her with concern.

The woman shrank back violently, hugging her body in fear.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to...... I'm sorry. The woman shook her head in fear.

"I'm not a bad person, and I'm not going to hit you. Zhi Yao felt more and more familiar with this person, and even the voice was familiar.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Zhi Yao tried her best to soften her voice and soothe the woman's emotions.

Gradually, the woman finally calmed down, she slowly raised her head, but her eyes widened when she saw Zhiyao's face clearly.

"Is it you?" the bun in the woman's hand rolled down, but she didn't notice it at all, just looked at Zhi Yao stupidly.

"Do you know me?" Zhi Yao was more sure that she had seen her, and she asked softly, "Who are you?"

The woman didn't speak, and tears instantly fell from her eyes.

"Who am I?"

"Hahaha, who am I!" the woman reached out and touched her face, she almost forgot who she was.

"Well, I'll take you to wash up and rest first. Zhi Yao saw that she was in a wrong mood, and she couldn't bear to ask her again.

She stretched out her hand and lifted the woman up, and led her into the city.

The woman kept looking at Zhi Yao with tears in her eyes, and she didn't say anything along the way.

Subsequently, Zhiyao found an inn, opened two rooms, and asked the shopkeeper to arrange for someone to send something for the woman to wash.

Zhi Yao sat by the window in the hall, waiting for half an hour.

And the woman came too.

As soon as Zhi Yao turned around, what she saw was a face full of scars, which were always intertwined on her face, and just by looking at it, Zhi Yao could imagine the hatred of others for her.

Looking at her somewhat familiar face, Zhi Yao thought for a while before finally thinking of someone.

"Are you Liu Xiangyu?" Zhi Yao opened her mouth in surprise, looking incredulous.

She heard Rong Li mention Liu Xiangyu before, and thought she had fallen.

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