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In Qingling's dream, this is exactly the case.

The initial panic was silent in this long dream, and it was impossible to extricate oneself.

There are ghosts in dreams, there is blood, and there is killing.

The only thing missing is the appearance of someone who can protect her.

Her state of mind changed extremely quickly and she couldn't help herself.

Hidden deep in the heart is an unstoppable torrent of wishes.

She wants to be seen, and she wants to be taken more seriously.

Longing to be loved.

However, she kept losing everything, but she didn't dare to fight hard.

As the existence of Qingling, it is small and powerless.

"Dad, mother, I'm Ling'er!"

There used to be a long time, although he was the youngest member of the house, but he was far less valued than Qingwen.

It's not that the parents are deliberately partial, but Qingwen's brilliance has overshadowed her.

"Dad, I've learned a little light gong again!"

But the eyes of the Tang Sect Master turned to the eldest daughter.

When Qingling could only step lightly, Qingwen was already able to use light skills and was a few feet above the ground.

Among the daughters of the Tang Sect, the eldest daughter's qualifications are indeed the best.

The attainment of martial arts does have a lot to do with qualifications.

This is an iron law that is almost impossible to change, and it only takes a short time for a qualified person to learn something that others have difficulty learning for a long time.

Qingling knew this fact when she was very young, although her bloodline gave her the talent to practice martial arts, but she was far inferior to her sister.

Only piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, knitting and cooking, are things she can learn.

But what makes her desperate is that her qualifications in this area are still inferior to her sister.

It's just that her sister is not unwilling to learn, but she doesn't put her mind on this aspect, so it seems that the eldest daughter is suitable for martial arts, while the younger daughter is not suitable.

But even so, everyone's eyes will still be on the dazzling eldest daughter.

The pain that no one pays attention to, I'm afraid only Qingling knows it best in her heart.

The only one who pays attention to her is her mother.

Mrs. Jing.

Mrs. Jing's love for her two daughters is equal, or she will not be picky.

The wife of the Tang Sect knows nothing about martial arts, but she is an expert in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she naturally looks at the achievements of her youngest daughter and praises them.

Whenever Mrs. Jing praised Qingling, Qingling would feel warm in her heart.

Even when she is as young as her, she knows this warmth from her mother.

This is one of the reasons that supports her to continue her efforts.

But one day, that kind of warm mother disappeared.

There is only a solemn mourning hall, which represents the destination of Mrs. Jing.

Gone prematurely.

Then there is a lonely grave on Xiaobie Mountain.

At a young age, he lost everything.

She has a home, but she feels homeless.

From then on, what is rooted in the heart is to fight for and get.

If there is something, it makes her feel that she must overcome her sister.

That was the appearance of the Young Assassins.

The young assassin is not a person full of sunshine, but a person who has a hesitation in his heart, but is always moving forward.

If you have to say that there is something attractive about him.

That is unwavering determination, and wisdom that cannot be spied on.

People will always be attracted by things they don't have, so Qingling hopes to learn some from Feihuo and make herself stronger.

But she was defeated again, Sister A, who can attract all eyes, can also attract young people who come to the island.

How sad.

She was powerless to fight and unable to move forward.

said that she wanted to give up, but in her heart, she hoped that the young man would come to her desperately.

"I'm afraid of the dark, I'm so afraid, Brother Spitfire, where are you!"

Countless monsters, revealing fluorescent eyes in the darkness, peered at her, terrorizing her.

Tremendous pressure came from the pavement.

"Help me!"

She never thought about saving herself, because she didn't have the ability to save herself.

can only rely on the help of others to survive to this day.

If no one knew about her plight, no one could save her.

"Don't worry, you won't have to worry about this anymore!" an old voice said.

That voice, although unfamiliar, had an inexplicable sense of affection.

"Child, don't be afraid, I'm grandma!"

Grandma's voice dispelled the surrounding black scene, and also dispelled all those terrifying monster scenes.

"Tell me, your name!"

Qingling trembled, and said hesitantly: "I'm Ling'er!"

"No, from today onwards, you are no longer Qingling, from today onwards, your name is Xuanling, understand?"

Qingling couldn't resist this title, and when such a title came out of her grandmother's mouth, it was rooted in the depths of her mind and she couldn't get rid of it.

"I am... Xuan Ling?" Qingling said in disbelief, but in the next second, she couldn't remember her previous name, "That... Who is Qingling?"

"That's not you, poor girl, you're dead on another island!" Grandma lamented, "It's so sad!"

"That..."Xuan Ling's mind flashed the figure of a young man, but she couldn't remember the young man's name.

"Fly... Spitfire..."Xuan Ling tried to think about the things she thought were important, but she just couldn't remember them.

The pain of tearing when her memory was lost made her cover her forehead.

"I see, this person is very important to you, and you can't even get rid of it, right?" Grandma pondered, forcibly pulling out this memory, it didn't seem to be a good way.

"Then seal this memory for the time being!" Grandma said, "This person, when you see him again, you will know his name, but he has nothing to do with you!"

"Hmm!" Xuan Ling replied, the name gradually drowning in the depths of her memory.

"Okay!" said Grandma, "Sleep, and when you wake up, you will have a new life!"

The dream collapsed, and everything returned to nothingness.

She too fell into a deep sleep of nothingness.

Then wake up.

Everything around her seemed so strange, she couldn't remember where she was, all she could remember was her own name.

The soft bed has pink accessories with a fresh girly heart.

It's like her boudoir.

It has a calming taste.

The woman with the fan in her hand stood by her window, smiling at her.

That smile has a bit of a mother's flavor.

"Ling'er, are you awake?" said the woman with a smile.

"Kite... Lady Iris?" Xuan Ling blurted out, calling out the title of woman.

The woman shook her head and said, "Just call me aunt, this is a title that only you can shout, it is a privilege!"

The smile is like a flower, which makes people calm.

"Yes, Auntie!"