Although she is innocent and not a good person, she is not a bad person either. She cannot do such a sinful thing.
"That's all, let's just say I'm not destined to be a spiritual master." The expression on Long Qingyue's face has returned to calmness. She pursed her lips gently, as if with a smile, very relaxed, "I was too tired in my last life.
There is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person all your life."
Although she can't cultivate spirit and energy, as long as she practices diligently, she can still possess modern agility and perfect killing moves.
As long as you can protect yourself and don't let grandpa and eldest brother worry about it, that's enough!
Ling Xiao's face was a little serious, "Have you really decided to give up?"
Although the Nine Yin Body is terrifying, he is a cultivation genius that is rare in ten thousand years! His achievements are definitely no worse than those legendary old guys!
However, Ling Xiao couldn't bear the fate of people being devastated and corpses strewn all over the place.
Long Qingyue nodded, without a trace of hesitation or displeasure in his eyes, "Old man Ling, go and find someone who can avenge you."
Since she has given up on the path to becoming a strong person, she will never stop others from becoming strong.
Ling Xiao shook his head, with a sense of desolation and helplessness in his voice, "Little girl, you are in a good mood. I am ashamed of myself. There are some things in the world that cannot be forced. If you can get revenge or not, what will happen in the end?
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After Ling Xiao finished speaking, his body swayed and he got back into the purple flame ring.
Long Qingyue picked up the purple flame ring on the ground and placed it among the jewelry on the dressing table.
He fell on the bed and was about to go to bed when he saw Long Qingyu pushing the door open and entering.
Long Qingyue was a little surprised. She sat up halfway and squinted at the young man walking towards him. The light moonlight shrouded behind him, as if covered with a layer of gorgeous silver gauze, like an immortal.
The two people in the room stared at each other, no one wanted to speak, and the air became a little dull.
Long Qingyu held a small white porcelain bottle in his hand. He walked to the bedside and sat down expressionlessly. Looking at Long Qingyue, he sighed, opened the small porcelain bottle without saying a word, and applied the ointment with his slender fingers.
I want to wipe it on Long Qingyue's forehead.
Long Qingyue tilted her head and avoided him lightly, looking at him with a pair of eyes warily. When she raised her head and saw the doubtful look in his eyes, Long Qingyue immediately realized that the person in front of her was his 'own' brother.
"I'll do it myself." Her voice was slightly raw. As a top killer, she struggled in the mountains of corpses and blood every day, and had tasted the ruthlessness and indifference of the world. This sudden warmth caught her off guard, and she felt a little nervous for a moment.
Can't adapt.
Long Qingyu paused and looked up at Long Qingyue, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. Every time his sister was injured before, when was he the ointment he helped her apply? When was it not him who helped her avenge her?
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Ever since my sister woke up from a coma in the afternoon, her personality has undergone a huge change. No matter whether this change is good or bad, she is still his biological sister!
"What's wrong? Did brother hurt you?" Looking at Long Qingyue's bright eyes like autumn water, Long Qingyu's voice couldn't help but have a touch of tenderness. He gently applied the ointment to the redness and swelling on her forehead,
The movements are extremely gentle.
The slender fingers gently brushed it, like a wisp of breeze passing through Long Qingyue's dry heart, cool and warm...
Long Qingyue shook her head and said nothing, letting him gently apply the ointment on her. However, she felt an indescribable feeling of comfort and peace of mind in her heart.
"Okay, you should go to bed early. After a good sleep, the injury on your head will be almost healed." Long Qingyu tucked the quilt for her, turned around and walked out.
Looking at the young man's slender back disappearing into the night, Long Qingyue closed his eyes. This time, Long Qingyue slept soundly without anyone disturbing her, and she didn't have to keep vigilant all the time, fearing that someone would attack her.
