When Qin Wanxi woke up, four days had passed since the night that could be called a martial arts catastrophe. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a world that was blocked.

"I... Where is it?" Qin Wanxi tried to get rid of the haze in front of her, but what her fingers touched was a rough surface.

"What's wrong with me?" she hurriedly sat up, but was almost knocked down again by the sudden sharp pain, and she tried to stand up with one step, forgetting that she was still in bed, and stumbled on the square table in the middle of the room, making a screeching sound.

The door opened, and a young girl ran in.

"Sister... Sister, what's wrong with you?" the girl hugged Qin Wanxi and asked with concern.

"Who are you?" The girl's face was so unfamiliar, and it seemed a little familiar, Qin Wanxi pushed her arm away and asked vigilantly.

"Call me Xiaoyu, I'm a maid serving Sister Ling'er. The girl explained softly, and the little dimples on her face moved as her thin lips opened, which was very cute.

"Ling'er, but the wind spirit?" asked Qin Wanxi in confusion.

"Exactly, it was Sister Ling'er who asked me to take care of my sister!" Xiao Yu looked at her, her eyes revealing tenderness.

"Mirror! Is there a mirror?" Qin Wanxi frowned slightly, but her left cheek hurt, and she suddenly realized that her face was still covered with something, so she asked Xiao Yu.

"Of course, I'll take it to my sister!" Xiao Yu helped Qin Wanxi to sit on the chair and found a mirror to come back.

"Hmm!" Qin Wanxi looked at herself in the mirror, her left cheek was covered with a thick strip of cloth, and the bare skin at the edge of the strip of cloth showed a purple and red color. Qin Wanxi couldn't help but feel sad in her heart, stroking her injured skin, not daring to look at it again, her eyes flashed, as if she was about to cry.

"Sister don't worry, Sister Ling'er said that this injury is not in the way, and there will be no scars! Sister will still be as beautiful as before!" Xiao Yu wrapped her arms around Qin Wanxi's shoulders and comforted her softly.

"Let go!" Qin Wanxi suddenly took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"Huh?" Xiao Yu was so frightened that she hurriedly let go of her hand, her face was flushed, and she was obviously quite embarrassed.

"Sister sit down for a while, I'll go tell Sister Ling'er! When you wake up, she will be happy!"

Within a moment, the wind spirit walked in, and Xiao Yu followed behind her, timid, as if she would be reprimanded again as soon as she poked her head out.

"Sister Wan, Xiaoyu has been with me for a long time, some of them are not light or heavy, sister, don't care!" Feng Ling smiled lightly, and first made a compensatory note to Qin Wanxi.

"Where is this? Why am I here? Where are my father and my brother?" Qin Wan asked repeatedly, and in the end, she couldn't stop crying.

"Sister Wan, Uncle Qin and Brother Qin haven't arrived yet, let's sit here for the time being and wait for them to get together. I heard that this is one of the best inns in Jinxiang Town, but the conditions... It's still a little unbearable. Feng Ling looked at the furnishings in the room and said lightly.

"You lied to me, my father and my brother, what happened to them?" Qin Wanxi suddenly got up, held Feng Ling's hands, and asked forcefully.

"Sister Wan, I really didn't lie to you, if you don't believe it, you can ask Xiaoyu!" Feng Ling's arm ached, his face showed the color of pain, and he winked at Xiaoyu.

"Hmph, I can't even believe you, let alone her?" Qin Wanxi didn't even look at Xiao Yu, and walked straight out.

"Sister Wan—" The wind spirit tried to stop her, but she was a step too late.

"Please stay!" Qin Wanxi opened the door, and half of her body remained in the door, and she was stopped by a person.

"What, does the head of the wind still have something to say?" Qin Wanxi looked at the wind standing in front of her, and said coldly.

"It's natural, but it's better to go into the house and talk about it in detail!" replied calmly.

"Really?" Qin Wanxi was skeptical, but she also took back her feet that were outside the door.

"How can I speak in vain if I am not in vain?" the wind is not in vain and asked, not angry and arrogant.

Speaking of which, Qin Wanxi had no choice, so she obediently followed the wind and waited back in the house and sat down.

"Xiaoyu, you go out first!" Feng Ling saw that Xiaoyu was uncomfortable, and played the score to "kick" her out of the room first. Xiaoyu understood and left happily.

"Sister Wan," Feng Ling was the first to speak, his expression a little unbearable: "Some things Ling'er did deceive you, but it was all out of kindness, the misfortune of Xiaojian Villa, please mourn and change!"

"Please speak!" Qin Wanxi sighed lightly, and her face suddenly turned pale.

"Okay!" Feng replied in vain, sat opposite Qin Wanxi, and told the scene of that night.

Qin Wanxi looked at him blankly, as if facing a piece of air, and her mind gradually broke away from his narrative and flew back to the darkness of that night. In her mind, the people in the night were vague and looming, and she tried to reach out to keep them, but grabbed the fire. This light did not make her see more clearly, but it burned her memory distorted. She desperately tried to keep her memory, and when the fire was extinguished, she found that all that remained in her hand was the face of an ugly stranger.

Everything came crashing out.

Qin Wanxi threw this face into the sound of the wind, and in the echo, that person was called Ji Xuexin.

When "the owner of Qin Zhuang unfortunately died... Dozens of lives in the family of Xiaojian Villa were spared except for you..."When he said it from his mouth one after another, Qin Wanxi didn't seem to be able to hear anything clearly. The wind was not in vain, but the original shrill voice sounded so vague and nuisant to her, that she couldn't help but cover her ears. She didn't know where to look, and she forgot how to cry. Until the Wind Spirit got up, walked in front of her, and gently held her in his arms.

"Daddy..."Qin Wanxi called out before she cried smoothly.

Feng didn't stop his words in vain, looked at her with pity, patted Feng Ling's shoulder, and walked out.

"Your uncle, he... It's my brother who colluded... Devil, is this true?" After crying for a while, Qin Wanxi seemed to remember something, and asked with a sob.

"According to my uncle, this is indeed the case!" Feng Lingxin knew that the matter was very important, and it was inconvenient to hide it, so he told the truth.

"Ling'er, who else are they talking about?" Qin Wanxi still couldn't convince herself.

"There is also the master of Shaolin Yiguan, the Taoist of Wudang Wuya..."

"No-" Qin Wanxi's heart was broken again, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

"Sister Wan, don't be too sad, you have to avenge Uncle Qin!" Feng Ling comforted, and couldn't help but think that he was also his father's revenge, and he sympathized with the same illness, and shed tears.

"Revenge... Revenge..."Qin Wanxi straightened up with a muttering thought, her eyes were empty and terrifying. Suddenly, like an enraged beast, she went berserk and restless, swinging her fists and legs, destroying the furnishings of the room.

"Revenge—" A hysterical roar exhausted her only strength, and as soon as her body went limp, she fainted in the room.