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Chapter 202 Shangsi Fangchen, the white-haired boy

She looked calm, such a bloody and cruel picture, said from her mouth, but it seemed to be telling a very common thing.

Shen Tangluo squinted her cold eyes, stared at Zhuo Yao thoughtfully, and listened carefully.

"This cliff is called Lingqi Cliff. It rides on the mist and clouds, and the bright moon lives there. At that time, there were no flying birds nesting there. scenery."

Zhuo Yao exhaled slowly, bent her beautiful eyebrows, faced the light of the sun, and smiled brightly, with an unusual light dancing in her eyes.

"It's a pity that most of the good things are like a flash in the pan, and they are always short-lived, making it difficult for people to keep them." A trace of regret flashed in her eyes, she was very regretful, and sighed: "Since the appearance of this strange fire, I have never seen it again." .”

Shen Tangluo's eyes were deep, and it was expected, after all, in her impression, this place was as imaginative as what Zhuo Yao described.

At that time, she also had the idea of ​​living here for a lifetime, but too many things happened later, and the original idea became futile.

Shen Tangluo quickly came back to his senses, frowned slightly, looked at her, and asked: "All the souls of the dead were suppressed under the strange fire, how did you escape? Or, you are not from this village. People? Where are you from?"

Zhuo Yao's face froze, she looked at Shen Tangluo in a daze, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart.

In a trance, the girl's thoughts were pulled far away, as if she had returned to that spring day a hundred years ago.

It's been a long, long time, no one has asked her where she came from, and no one has called her name, so much so that even she almost forgot.

Zhuoyao took a deep breath, looked towards the highest cliff, and said slowly: "Before I met Nan Lin, I was just a wisp of soul, nameless, and I didn't know where I came from. Later, he sent me to Zhuo Yao. The word Yao, in this name, also gave me a Horcrux, so that I can live under the light forever."

She was born as a lonely soul, and died for unknown reasons. Her soul floated in the secluded forest for decades, and she was especially afraid of light.

Until one day, a silver-haired boy dressed in coarse linen clothes and carrying a bamboo basket appeared...

A hundred years ago, the place where they stood was not an altar, but a peach blossom forest stretching for three miles.

It's the golden month of late spring, when Shangsi is fragrant, and the crimson flowers are in full bloom, it's the time when the world is full of glory.

"Hey, little white hair, hand over the thing hanging around your neck, otherwise, you don't want to take this basket of herbs back today!"

Suddenly, an untimely voice broke the tranquility of Taolin. The very arrogant and arrogant tone made it sound extremely harsh.

The eleven or twelve-year-old boy was surrounded by several people who looked a few years older than him. His eyes were flat, without a trace of timidity. He looked directly at the tall and strong boy in the lead, and stretched out a thin hand Come and say calmly, "Give it back to me."

It was getting late, and it was time for him to go back with the herbs, but when his eyes fell on the raised hands of the leading boy, his eyes froze, and his face was a bit embarrassed.

His medicine and bamboo baskets were taken away.

The person who took the lead in robbing the white-haired boy was named Wang Gui, and he was the oldest boy in the village.

Since he was young, he relied on his seniority, and he had a rich father who opened an inn. On weekdays, he often bullied those children who were weaker than him and did not have the money of his family. Some adults even avoided him when they saw him, for fear of offending him trouble.

On Lingqi Cliff, there are only dozens of families, and all the children are afraid of him, and dare not disobey his words. Gradually, there are many little followers behind him, who follow him to do evil and bully the weak.

Only this white-haired boy is not afraid of him, he always walks alone, he doesn't want to talk to anyone, and he doesn't like to make friends. The boy's withdrawn temperament is regarded as arrogant and contemptuous.

The young man's face was too calm, Wang Gui couldn't help being exasperated, and taunted: "Little Baimao, you collect medicine every day, but you haven't found a cure for your white hair disease. It seems that you will die soon, and you will die sooner or later. You keep it." That thing is so wasteful, it is more valuable for me to keep it than for you."

The young man ignored him, looked at the basket of herbs, and said seriously: "I should go back, return the herbs to me."

"If I had been so sensible earlier..." Wang Gui thought he would show weakness, and was ready to wait for him to beg for mercy.

However, he was only halfway through when he sensed something was wrong, and his voice stopped abruptly. He stared and threatened in disbelief, "What are you talking about? Little Baimao, believe it or not, I will directly destroy your basket of medicine , let you go back and have no way to explain!"

Someone behind him echoed: "Nan Lin, it's your luck that the boss saw your piece of black jade. Don't be ignorant, let our boss feel cold. When the time comes, it will be you who will suffer!"

"That's right," some even chimed in, not knowing what was wrong with such behavior, "don't you want this basket of herbs? We've all seen it, but you've spent a whole day picking it, ruining it." What a pity."

"Grandpa patriarch is still waiting for me to go back." Nan Lin frowned, facing repeated provocations, obviously annoyed, his voice was much heavier than before, "Don't go too far."

As soon as the patriarch was mentioned, except for Wang Gui, several people began to look at each other in dismay. They all understood that there was a patriarch behind Nan Lin to support him, otherwise, the piece of black jade on his neck would have been in the pocket of their boss long ago. thing.

Wang Gui's face was gloomy, without saying a word, he looked up and down the white-haired boy with naked eyes.

The most eye-catching thing in this boy's body is his silver hair, his head is already white at a young age, it is really eye-catching, it is hard not to notice him.

He was born with clear features, and his eyes were black and clear. When he stared at people, he always made people feel a bit ashamed, which was even more irritating.

In particular, in the face of everyone's intimidation, there is no intention of showing weakness and submission.

"Little Baimao, you dare to threaten me?" Wang Gui narrowed his eyes.

Nan Lin looked at him, keeping his eyes on the bamboo basket, "You think too much, I don't have as much time as you."

Wang Gui snorted coldly, rolled his eyeballs, and a flash of inspiration flashed, he fiddled with the herbs in the bamboo basket with his hands, looked at Nan Lin with a smirk and said, "If you want herbs, just take the black jade on your neck." exchange."

"Impossible, don't even think about it," Nan Lin refused, and didn't want to waste any more words. He walked directly to Wang Gui, snatched the bamboo basket from him, and said, "Don't provoke me again, today I can act as if nothing happened."

The pride on Wang Gui's face suddenly froze, and his eyes slowly swept across a group of teenagers. Although he was not very old, he was praised by others since he was a child, and he had a good face. up.

He straightened his waist and was tall again. He moved his steps and blocked Nan Lin's way with his body. He looked down at the young man who was much thinner than himself, and suddenly raised his aura.

"You kid, you really want to court death!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Gui's eyes turned hard, and he raised his hand to signal the young man beside him to surround Nan Lin...

(End of this chapter)