After putting on clothes, Lan Shengxue's entire face was a bit paler than before.
For some reason, there was always a dull pain in my back, not like the pain of a whip, but like being burned.
What Lan Shengxue didn't see was that after she put on her clothes, where the lotus was on her back, the blood-red light flashed slightly and disappeared immediately.
Everything happens in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't until the entire box of plant ash was used up that Lan Shengxue cleaned up all the injuries.
The rain outside the house was still pouring down, and the intensity of the rain did not decrease but increased, with no tendency to stop at all.
Lan Shengxue lay on the bed, the pain gradually dissipated, but she was still uncomfortable.
On a rainy night, she was covered in injuries and there was no saliva in this small room. She was worried that the injuries on her body would cause a fever.
This body is weaker than she imagined. If this continues, she will slowly die of illness without being tortured by others.
With her fingertips tapping the bed rhythmically, Lan Shengxue thought carefully. It was not an option to continue like this. She must find a way to make herself stronger. At least her body could no longer be so weak.
As the sound of rain came, Lan Shengxue closed her eyes and fell asleep in a daze.
In her sleep, she saw a man in a gray monk's robe, with a meaningful smile on his old face, who kept staring at her.
Lan Shengxue knew this person, it was her Taoist friend.
A killer and a Taoist priest became friends.
If anyone else heard this, they would definitely think it was a joke.
"Stinky Taoist priest, you..."
Before Lan Shengxue finished speaking, the Taoist priest smiled and said, "It's wind or rain, break out the sky and the earth!"
He only said these words, and Lan Shengxue gritted her teeth and wanted to step forward and beat him up. A burst of white light flashed, and she was the only one left in the vast space.
It was a stormy night, and in a blink of an eye it was dawn.
When the first ray of sunlight shone into the house, Lan Shengxue opened her eyes and woke up.
I sat up and moved my body. Fortunately, except for a bit of gurgling pain, I didn't feel any other discomfort.
Thinking of last night's dream, a cold look flashed in Lan Shengxue's eyes. What did the dead Taoist priest mean by those words?
Why did such a sentence pop up suddenly?
Was the dream last night a coincidence or...
"Miss, are you awake?" Qingju's crisp and tender voice came, and then she entered the house.
Lan Shengxue glanced at her, "You don't even want to drink water?"
"Uh, miss...don't you never wash your face?" Qingju was a little surprised.
Lan Shengxue was still wearing the slightly tattered clothes from yesterday. She stood up calmly and approached Qing Ju step by step.
Qing Ju swallowed her saliva for some reason, feeling that her young lady had a pair of extremely sharp eyes that were staring at her. She did not dare to raise her head and look at Lan Shengxue.
I was afraid that my life would be lost if I was not careful.
"Miss...you...what do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do? Do I still need to report to you?" Lan Shengxue suddenly sneered.
"No, no..." Qingju lowered her head and backed away, shaking her head.
‘Bang——’ Qingju didn’t stop retreating until she hit the door.