Space Cultivation: Rebirth Against the Little Orphan Girl

Chapter 27
At this moment, Jian Jian was really moved to kill. She had never been so angry after returning from rebirth.

It's just because Young Master Xi has a life-continuing talisman in his body, and what remains on it is his mother's breath, and he has survived to this day by exchanging his life for his life.

It turned out that this was the price the Xi family was willing to protect them for ten years, Jian Jian looked at Young Master Xi indifferently.

At this moment, the aura of a former monk in the Mahayana period was daunting. The people around seemed to feel the uneasy factor in the air, and they became quiet. The girls around Xiao Xi all shut up and followed his gaze. It's simple.

At this time, Young Master Xi's whole body was stiff, he couldn't move a bit, his throat seemed to be slowly tightened, and even his breathing began to gradually become rapid, and the indifference in Jian Jian's eyes made his heart jump even more.

Jian Jian walks towards Xi Zhongqiu step by step with graceful steps, as if stepping on his heart step by step, making his forehead slowly drip with sweat, and the people around him automatically give way to a passage.

The simple, elegant and smiling face was stained with a bloodthirsty expression for the first time, and the lightly swaying red dress made her look like a hell flower that took people's lives.

Jian Jian has gathered mana in her hands, and she can pull out the talisman from Xi Zhongqiu's body and raise her hand to complete it, but what about getting back the life-extending talisman?Can you return your mother's life?
No, she couldn't prevent her mother from leaving in two lifetimes. She wanted to obliterate this person crazily in her heart and vent her anger.

If there was any real murderous intent surrounding Xi Zhongqiu, at this moment he was extremely desperate, his face was pale, and his body trembled a little.

"Simple."

It seemed as if he had heard his mother's soft call in the dark. At this moment, Jian Jian had come to Xi Zhongqiu and stood still one step away. The hem of his black hair skirt fell down. Jian Jian suppressed the aura around him and the murderous aura outside, but the indifference in his eyes remained unchanged. .

Simply looking directly into Xi Zhongqiu's eyes, his light brown eyes reflected his own figure, and it took him a long time to transmit a voice: "Live well!"

Xi Zhongqiu was able to move when he simply put away his whole body, but he didn't dare, and even sat down on the ground with weak legs.

When I heard a simple, clear, shallow and cold voice, I looked up at her. The girl in my eyes was not very beautiful, but she had a natural temperament. Only a pair of eyes were very brilliant, and they were indifferent to life.

He knew that he had walked around the gate of hell, so he nodded unconsciously, and saw the girl in front of him smile, then turned and left lightly.

It wasn't until this time that he realized his embarrassment. The white shirt on his body was soaked with sweat, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up.

He wanted to support the ground with his hands, but only once, and fell back down. At this time, the forbidden air around him began to flow. Everyone looked at the boy sitting on the ground in front of him. Two tall people walked directly through the crowd, coming They went to Xi Zhongqiu's side, picked him up one by one, and left the museum in a hurry.

Sitting in the car, Xi Zhongqiu still couldn't restrain his trembling hands, and then slowly closed his five fingers, and slowly clenched his hands into fists, feeling that he had regained some strength. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a trembling voice:

"Uncle Wu, what happened just now? Have you seen that girl?"

Uncle Wu beside him was silent for a while, and then said:

"When we saw you, you had already fallen to the ground. I only saw the back of a girl. I arranged for someone to check the surveillance. I just got a reply. It seemed that one of the sections was disturbed. Nothing was recorded. Only the girl's From the back, the young master should have seen his face."

"Well, I don't know her. How did you find out that something was wrong?"

Uncle Wu shifted his gaze to Xi Zhongqiu:

"Murderous aura! Let us feel the murderous aura that shudders like the real thing. I can't guarantee that I can protect you."

After that there was a long silence. Although Xi Zhongqiu bears the name of the young master, he is not a child after all. He knows that the people who protect him are all retired from the special operations group. Which one has no blood on their hands, especially Wu Uncle, is the "night ghost" that makes the enemy country terrified.

He was forced to return to the country for recuperation after he was seriously injured, and his father sent him to protect him because he couldn't be free.

Simply leave the museum, stand by the national flag platform in the square, look up at the national flag, the bright red national flag is the same color as the skirt I am wearing, and he is dyed with the blood of the martyrs.

Once upon a time, she was also the girl who sang the national anthem, saluted, and watched the national flag go up. The experience of the previous life taught him to disregard life, kill decisively, and become more and more like a great monk. The Buddha blocked the Buddha, and focused on improving his cultivation, only rushing forward, but did not look back.

Today, if it wasn't for his mother's soft call, he probably would have really killed that boy.

Perhaps the mother had expected this day, so she made arrangements in advance. When her aura was triggered, the sealed voice was released, pulling her back from the brink of rage.

What she heard from her mother's voice was love and pity for her, without any selfish dedication.

(End of this chapter)