The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

Another day of infatuated love passed slowly.

The morning sun shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on a corner of the room.

Zhou Guoguo woke up slowly, and she carefully changed into a very beautiful red dress, which was as bright and eye-catching as a burning flame.

She carefully arranged her makeup in front of the mirror, and then came to her father Zhou Li's door, raised her slender fingers, and knocked on the door gently.

Zhou Li heard the knock on the door and hurriedly opened it.

Zhou Guoguo's face was as rosy as a ripe apple, and her eyebrows were full of joy. She looked like a girl immersed in sweet love.

Zhou Li sighed in his heart. He knew that the relationship between his daughter and Qin Xianshi was already unusual.

At the same time, he also thought of what Qin Xianshi said yesterday. Qin Xianshi said that he would take Guoguo back.

"Are you leaving?"

Zhou Li's face, which was always serious, still revealed a deep reluctance at this moment. There seemed to be thousands of words in his deep eyes, but he didn't know where to start.

"Yes, Dad."

Zhou Guoguo nodded gently, with a hint of attachment in her voice. Then she took off the bulging bag at her waist and handed it to Zhou Li solemnly. "Dad, this is a bag of fasting pills. After eating it, you don't need to eat for a month. You can crush these pills and add them to the rice soup, and then distribute them to the victims. This should help them survive the famine during this period."

Zhou Li squeezed the bag tightly, and he could clearly feel that there were a lot of pills in it.

His eyes became particularly serious, and he nodded slowly, his voice slightly low, "Guoguo, if you can't stay in the sect, you can come back. This will always be your home, and Dad will always be waiting for you here."

"Yes, Dad."

Zhou Guoguo's eyes were slightly red, she tried to hold back her tears, then turned and left, the red skirt fluttering gently in the wind, like a burning flame.

Arriving at the gate of Zhou's mansion, Zhou Guoguo saw the man in white clothes outside the door at a glance.

He stood there quietly, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, and he exuded an extraordinary aura.

Zhou Guoguo took a deep breath and walked up quickly.

"Is the matter settled?"

Qin Shou's voice was as soft as a breeze, he slightly turned his head and looked at Zhou Guoguo who was approaching.

"It's settled, let's go. Master."

Zhou Guoguo nodded, and a trace of determination flashed across her beautiful face.

Finally, she reluctantly glanced at the plaque of the mansion. The familiar handwriting made her heart surge with endless emotion. She didn't know when she would be able to come back. There were too many people and things here that she couldn't let go.

"I will put it in my ring later, you stay inside."

Qin Shou slightly raised his head and looked into the distance. The snow-white clothes fluttered gently in the breeze. His expression was calm and indifferent. "I will let you out when I return to the sect."

"Understood, Master."

Zhou Guoguo nodded obediently. Her long hair like a waterfall swayed gently with the movement, and her delicate face was full of gentleness.

Then, Zhou Guoguo's petite figure suddenly turned into a gorgeous stream of light and quickly drilled into the Xuantian treasure ring on Qin Shou's finger.

Qin Shou gently stroked the ring, as if he was communicating silently with Zhou Guoguo in it.

Then, he took out the leaf-sized spiritual shuttle and placed it on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the spirit shuttle quickly grew larger as if it had magical power, becoming large enough to accommodate Qin Shou's body.

Qin Shou jumped up and stood firmly on the spirit shuttle. The spirit shuttle instantly turned into a dazzling green light and flew away from Lingshui City like an arrow.

"Look! What is that?"

Several disaster victims begging on the street in the city looked up inadvertently and were surprised to find a green light flashing across the sky like lightning.

One of them had a particularly sharp look. He widened his eyes and shouted excitedly: "It seems like a person is flying in the sky!"

"People? Could it be immortals?" Another disaster victim opened his mouth in surprise.

As soon as these words came out, the people on the surrounding streets looked up curiously. Then, as if they had seen an extremely sacred scene, they knelt on the ground with pious faces, chanting: "The arrival of the immortal is a blessing! We will definitely get through this famine safely!"

It seemed that they placed all their hopes on this "immortal" who suddenly appeared.