Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 1486 How much do you know about flowers falling in dreams (24)

In many cases, if you don't do it, you won't die.

Isn't she asking Kun these questions to seek abuse, isn't she seeking death?

Yan Huan came out of Zhuang Zhou's bedroom almost in a daze, forgetting to tell Kun not to tell Zhuang Zhou what she asked.

The dazzling sunlight outside made her dizzy for a while, she frowned, clutching her chaotic heart, her head was in a daze.

He also said he would come to heal her at night.

Heal what?

Afraid to stab her in the heart again.

The headache was about to split, and when she got angry, her limbs and meridians ached.

For so many years, she has allowed her to be domineering, arrogant, arrogant, and able to cultivate as she pleases. The aura of self-cultivation flowing in her body seems to be slowly being swallowed by the repelling aura.

So her body is getting weaker and weaker. Once a person who has practiced Taoism for a long time does not have the support of his own breath, his body will not be able to accept it for a while, and he will not get used to it.

At that time, there were many people who participated in the siege of the Xuanying faction, and she suffered many injuries, but the last palm was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

So her own breath was broken?Is your own breath mixed with the enemy's breath?

A practitioner who loses his breath is a disabled person.

As proud as she is, being a useless person is not as good as dying in the siege that day.

Yan Huan stumbled back to the bedroom, the medicine bowl was placed on the table, and the room was filled with a disgusting smell of brown bitter juice.

She lay back on the bed without taking any medicine, staring at the top of the curtain, her head was buzzing.

The headache felt like it was about to split open, as if something was eagerly coming out of his head.

It feels empty in the head and empty in the heart.

Chaos and confusion.

She closed her eyes, and the heavy snow of that year appeared in front of her eyes. She was lying on the corner of the street with bruises all over her body. The wound hurt, the pain from the cold, and the pain from hunger.

The cold wind was blowing, and the snow was flying heavily. The blue-tiled roof opposite was covered with a thick layer of snow.

There were no passers-by on the dilapidated long street, and no birds in the dark gray sky. She watched the snowflakes falling from the sky cover her body, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand to shake these cold things away. She waited quietly. die.

But she didn't die.

She woke up again in a warm carriage, and the person who rescued her was the suzerain of the Xuanying Sect, who was also her later master.

Yan Huan was not the first apprentice he accepted, but because of his talent and intelligence, his cultivation level far exceeded other disciples in the sect in just a few years, so he was promoted to senior sister, and he was also the suzerain's right-hand man, the most trusted person.

She is arrogant and domineering, and unreasonable, but she firmly remembers Master's kindness in saving her life and nurturing her.

Even though the various sects encircled and suppressed the Xuanying Sect, she knew that her master was practicing crooked ways and went mad, but she still vowed to save his life.

How invulnerable a person is on the outside, just as invulnerable on the inside.

Her heart is still like an ordinary person, hot and soft.

The only pity is that she froze so badly in that heavy snow that she lost all her memories before that.

The master said that at that time she was covered in rags and scars. She was pitiful and thin like a kitten or puppy. She should be a street child begging along the street.

Then the memory before that, it is estimated that there will not be any good memories.

Forget it, just forget it.

(End of this chapter)