Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 100
After that day, she was imprisoned in the demon bottle.

She was united with the demon bottle Horcrux, but she didn't know what Weiming did. After being imprisoned, she was in a state where she couldn't hear, see, couldn't see her fingers, and didn't know the passage of day and night.

It's ridiculous to say that before she met Lin Yuan, she lived in such darkness, and she didn't feel anything at that time.

But now it's only a few months, and when I come back, I feel a bit lonely like a world away.

Sure enough, the old saying is right, it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

If it were an ordinary person, she might go crazy in this kind of darkness of nothingness, but fortunately she won't.

I don't know how much time has passed, Ye Qingshuang is still sitting with her knees hugged, and she doesn't even change her posture. Suddenly, there is a crisp sound above her head, and then a beam of faint light pours down.

The sudden movement startled the crow-like eyelashes, Ye Qingshuang paused, and raised her head slowly and stiffly, like a mechanism that had been in disrepair for a long time.

Bai Ze's worried voice sounded above his head: "Zai Zai? Zai Zai, can you hear me?"

The voice spread and reverberated in the pitch-black bottle, Ye Qingshuang wanted to respond, but her throat was so dry that it hurt.

That's right, she needs to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, but the awe-inspiring god is not only isolated from sound and light, but also the aura she needs to maintain.

If she didn't need to breathe, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be enough air.

Ye Qingshuang couldn't make a sound, so she slapped the wall hard with her palm to make a sound, once and again, hard.

Hearing the response, Bai Ze couldn't hide his joy in his breathless voice: "Zai Zai, have you seen the light? Follow the light and you will be able to come out."

She looked up at the meager light, thin but bright, piercing the darkness firmly like a needle.

That's the key to get out.

Ye Qingshuang stood up with difficulty while supporting the wall, and flew towards the light with the little spiritual power left. The light beam moved, as if there was a certain pattern.

She moved closely with the light beam, and the light in front of her eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally it suddenly became bright.

The strong light made her eyes hurt, she tilted her head and stretched out her hand to block it.

After staying in the dark for too long, her eyes couldn't adapt to the bright environment. She was not in a hurry to see the light again, but just closed her eyes and slowly moved her eyes.

"Cub, restrain your breath first." Ye Qingshuang heard Bai Ze say so.

So she calmed down, blocked the breath around her body, and quietly absorbed the spiritual energy floating in the cave to nourish the dry spiritual veins.

After touching it for a moment, she opened her eyes.

All I could see was Bai Ze's delighted expression and a simple earth pit cave. The outside of the cave was full of chills. Looking around, the winter wind was harsh and the mountains were full of bare branches.

Her eyes were shallow, and her expression was a little dazed: "...has it already entered winter?"

"That's right, it's the twelfth lunar month. When I sneaked away, the wintersweet bloomed deliciously. If it wasn't for the fear of being discovered, I wanted to steal a few flowers and leave them for Xiangxiang."

Bai Ze used his power to maintain a transparent circular barrier surrounding them.

Ye Qingshuang looked at it after hearing the words, her eyes were quiet, but there was a thin layer of guilt: "You stole the demon bottle."

Her tone was not a question, but a soft statement, as if speaking to herself.

Bai Ze bared his teeth and grinned heartlessly, nodding his head as a matter of course: "That's right."

Ye Qingshuang blinked quickly, pressing back the guilt that was about to overflow: "If you are caught, what will they do with you?"

"Probably be locked up for a few hundred years?" Bai Ze is not sure, but his attitude is very confident: "It's okay, uncle has a long life and can live, and a few hundred years is just a time for a nap, besides, we may not be arrested. "

Ye Qingshuang closed her eyelids, her white hair and Tsing Yi were like snow-pressed pine, and she was thin and ready to break.

"Cub, don't be afraid, without Lin Yuan, there is uncle, and uncle will not abandon you." Bai Ze even comforted her in turn.

Ye Qingshuang's tightly closed eyelashes seemed a little wet, she said soberly and calmly: "If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple, and you can't catch you, and your fellow clansmen who don't hate the mountain."

Clinker Bai Ze became more confident, snorted coldly, raised his chin confidently, exuding a sense of pride from his whole body.

"Don't worry, we, the Baize clan, are just like dragons, phoenixes and foxes. They are all ancient relics, each with its own power. It's too late for us to be protected by the heavens. How can we bother to hate the mountain for a trivial matter? We have been hiding for hundreds of years. When Shenjun Weiming calms down, he will be a good man again."

Ye Qingshuang did not feel relieved, but raised her eyelids, her eyes were silent and inquiring: "Really?"

Knowing what she was worried about, the old god Bai Ze was there, cast a look that you could always trust uncle, and continued to speak.

"It must be true. Look at Qingqiu, and look at Wutong County. Although our people who don't hate mountains are not as many as them, we are no worse than them. Boy, trust uncle, take your heart back."

Seeing that Ye Qingshuang stopped talking, Bai Ze deliberately made her happy: "Boy, uncle finally got you out, don't be so sad, just smile."

Ye Qingshuang couldn't smile, but she also understood that Bai Ze really wanted her well, so she pulled the corners of her chapped mouth and showed a nondescript smile.

Bai Ze was extremely disgusted: "Smile and read the newspaper."

Ye Qingshuang slowly put away her smile, her lips were pursed into a line, and her body was filled with indescribable sadness.

She didn't cry, but Bai Ze always had the illusion that she had been crying pitifully for a long time.

Bai Ze didn't understand, so he asked carelessly, "Cub, are you sad?"

"No, it's good to see the light of day again." After a moment of silence, Fu spoke again to confirm: "Is it true that you won't implicate the innocent?"

She put her chin on her knees, her eyelids drooped, casting a small shadow under her eyes, and her voice was light and ethereal: "Bai Ze, don't lie to me."

"Cub! Trust uncle." Bai Ze pouted, but his eyes were very serious.

Ye Qingshuang slowly flapped her eyelashes, and the corners of her eyes and brows revealed a cold tiredness: "I believe it, I just... don't want to trouble you."

Bai Ze opened his mouth to enlighten her, but before he could speak, he froze.

The dim sun has quietly set, and the semi-dark scene reminds me of the first time.

Back in time to that night, she sat with her white skirt wrapped around her knees, like a glass of ice jade, quiet and fragile, not at all angry, neither like a human being, nor full of negative emotions like a ghost.

The lifelessness oozing from her bones was like swampy mud, entangled and devoured her stickyly, making this natural beast feel oppressed and bitter.

However, she didn't say anything, and her whole body showed a kind of extreme fatigue, as if she didn't even have the strength to cry, and only remained silent.

It's the same now, it and the little girl that Linyuan managed to pull up from the swamp were so tired that nothing remained but silence.

At this moment, Bai Ze also fell silent, without comforting or disturbing, just quietly resting with her.

　Sorry for being late this week.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)