Nine Star Mountain, the temple of the gods.

After Beitang brought Shen Xiaole back to the Temple of the Gods, he took her to the Forbidden Hall of Zixin and locked her up.

The door slammed shut, and in the huge hall, only Shen Xiaole was left alone.

She casually found a staircase and sat down, she crossed her legs, and looked at the solemn and simple hall, and a wave of irony spread in her heart.

Once upon a time, she looked up to the Temple of the Gods, like everyone else.

Once upon a time, she looked at Zixin, who was high above and Zixin, who extended a helping hand to her, so grateful and admired.

In her world, Forget Worry and Zixin are classified as good people.

However, the reality is always so ironic that it slapped her in the face viciously.

Dignified, well-dressed...

She finally understood the meaning of these two words.

In this life, she has never been sorry for anyone, but others refuse to let her go.

Since she was a child, she has no friends, and her only friend Wangshu is now uncertain.

From forgetting words, to Wu Zihan, to forgetting worries, to Zixin, all she got was full of malice.

She saw the end, and only saw the selfishness and ugliness of human nature...

Shen Xiaole counted everyone, but not her master...

His master, is it really to use him as a furnace to adopt her?

As soon as he thought of this, Shen Xiaole's heart trembled irrepressibly.

The people she once trusted, all lied to her, hurt her, deceived her, and plotted against her...

And what about Master...

She didn't know...

When Shen Xiaole thought of her master, the tip of her nose was sour, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

She's so sad, her heart hurts...

She would rather believe that her master only hurt her because he fell into the devil and couldn't control himself.

Can... The successive betrayals, the successive ugliness, have made her dare not trust anyone anymore...

"Master... Why are you doing this to me?"

Shen Xiaole buried his head in his knees, and his petite body was trembling all the time, crying quietly.

Time passed little by little, and Shen Xiaole fell asleep unconsciously.

She leaned against the pillar beside her, her eyes red and swollen, and she looked distressed.

There was a "squeak" sound, and someone pushed the door in.

Shen Xiaole slept lightly, was in a tense state all the time, and did not dare to be careless.

As soon as someone came in, she woke up.

I saw the well-dressed Zixin walking in from outside the main hall.

"Xiaole, are you okay?"

Shen Xiaole glanced at him and was silent.

"You're angry, aren't you? But I'm telling you, it's useless to be angry, and when it's in my hands, you won't be able to escape in your life!"

It can be seen that Zixin is in a good mood, and it is estimated that he has cleaned up all the major sects that have been struggling for a long time, and now he is above 10,000 people.

Shen Xiaole still didn't speak, she didn't bother to pay attention to such a person.

Zixin sneered: "I see that you still don't realize your current situation and your own position, I might as well tell you!"

Zixin's voice fell, and with a spell of mana in his hand, he directly lifted Shen Xiaole's body and stayed in mid-air.

Shen Xiaole looked at Zixin indifferently, without a trace of fear on his face, and there was a trace of contempt at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Shen Xiaole's expression, Zixin was furious, he closed his five fingers, and his mana tightened Shen Xiaole's neck violently.

But nothing has changed!

She was pinched, shouldn't she be suffocated, should be struggling in pain?