After hearing Dong Qiong'er say this, Ning Xi pursed her lips and was silent, her complexion was also changing vigorously, from shock to solemnity.

She could feel Dong Qiong'er's words and words, from the beginning full of blandness and warmth, to the end of the depression and misery, and even a trace of despair.

I can't imagine what Dong Qiong experienced in her childhood, but it is clear that the other party's childhood was miserable and unbearable for ordinary people.

Dong Qiong'er lowered her eyes, calmed her mood, and after being silent for a while, she raised her pale white face, with sadness and desolation in her eyes.

She continued: "During that time, my father and I begged, and we were often looked down upon, and those people hated us beggars, and when they saw tattered beggars, they stayed away.

What I see most in their eyes is numbness and apathy.

But in order to survive, my father and I had to bow our heads and bend down to ask those people for food. Although life is difficult, my father and I can still get by.

I vividly remember that period of time, because I was weak and suffered from the cold, my father was by my side day and night to take care of me.

But that morning, I was so self-willed, because I was sick, and my father did not go out to beg for food, and for several days we ate the bran we had begged from an old farmer's house.

That morning, when my father fed me his cooked bran with a broken bowl, I was angry and knocked it over, saying that I was going to eat sweet rice and would not eat the coarse and hard bran anymore, and I cried and made a fuss.

My father, whose wrinkled face was twitching and his eyes were red, I had never seen him look in pain.

My father told me that he also knew that the chaff was very difficult to eat, and that it was meant for pigs, and he also wanted to try to sift the chaff out of the chaff and find some broken rice for me to cook, but there were a few grains of broken rice in the bran, and he couldn't help it.

In the end, in order to satisfy my willfulness, my father went out to beg for food behind my back, but it was ...... It was my last day with my father on earth. ”

Dong Qiong'er choked up as she spoke, and tears were also contained in her beautiful eyes, and soon tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

Ning Xi's heart was also affected by Dong Qiong'er's emotions, and she also felt a little uncomfortable, and said softly: "If you feel uncomfortable, don't say it." ”

"Nothing, just let me finish. Dong Qiong'er looked at Ning Xi and shook her head, blinked, controlled the tears in her eyes, and said again: "That day, my father took me out to beg for food, and people avoided beggars like me and my father.

When my father and I were extremely disappointed, an old man appeared and said that he would take me and my father to dinner, and my father was very happy, thinking that he had met a good person, and he was very grateful.

But the smiling old man always looked at me, although I was a child at that time, but I still felt strange in my heart, but the old man took me and my father to the restaurant, and really had a meal, that meal was really delicious, and it also made me forget the uneasiness in my heart.

After eating, the old man revealed his identity to me and my father, saying that he was an immortal cultivator, and he took a fancy to my qualifications and wanted to accept me as an apprentice. Dad was ecstatic, and I didn't know what an immortal cultivator was at that time, as soon as I heard that I couldn't be with my dad anymore, I didn't want to leave my dad alive or dead.

Dad told the old man to give him some time and persuade me well, but the old man said that Dad didn't know how to lift, and he would take me away on the same day, and he couldn't wait for a moment.

Dad saw that the old man looked anxious, and he also realized that something was wrong in his heart, so he wanted to block it, but how could he be the opponent of the immortal cultivator, I saw that the old man beckoned, and in front of my eyes, a flash of fire ...... And he burned his father to ashes.

That old man is Li Zhengqing, and in the eyes of immortal cultivators, mortals are nothing, nothing. ”

Dong Qiong'er spoke to the end, and between the words, she couldn't cry anymore.

Hearing Dong Qiong'er's life experience, Ning Xi sighed quietly, she finally understood the reason why Dong Qiong'er was plotting against Li Zhengqing.