With a temperament like hers, it was the first time she fell in love with a man like her. She couldn't help herself and naturally fell in love with him.
It's just that it seems that such a gentle and gentle young man is not destined to belong to her.
That night, this young man who looked like mutton-fat white jade saved her, walked into her heart, broke into her world, and became the support in her heart and a scenery that cannot be missed.
It's just a pity that after a short period of passionate love, what follows is permanent separation.
She still remembered the warmth and happiness she felt when he was in his arms, but she would never see her Zhou Lang again.
I still remember that day when the spring breeze was just right, the breeze was not dry, the moonlight was sparse, the forest was deep and deer were singing, and the cicadas were chirping.
It's just a pity that rocks will crumble, seas will wither, birds will run out of food, animals will fight, and men will not be reliable after all.
What's more, he is the heir of a big family, and a monk who yearns for the great road and is obsessed with immortality.
That night she felt so tired and sleepy. Gradually she lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
She just lay softly in his arms, and she didn't know anything else.
When she woke up, she was already in a small wooden house in a valley, where mountain flowers were blooming and green grass was everywhere, like a fairyland.
It's a pity that he has left this place. She thought that if her Maple Lang had not left, they would have lived a life like a couple of gods and gods in such a valley.
It's just that there are no ifs in this world, everything they eat is meat, everything they walk is roads, and what they experience is just a simple and simple gathering and separation experienced by thousands of sentient beings.
There may be injuries, there may be pain, there may be reluctance, and it may be difficult to leave, but in the end, what remains most is their happiness!
After that, she relied on the resources in the storage bag left by the man, and after decades, her cultivation level also improved.
But this gentle man in white became a passer-by in her life, a passer-by who was expected but not available.
"Seventh Sister, okay, this is a third-level healing elixir. Please take it quickly."
Chen Huatian's voice brought Chen Huayu back to reality. After all, after all these years, he was no longer him, and she was no longer her.
Now she is the supreme elder of the Chen family, and is no longer the ignorant girl in her youth who had just started to fall in love.
She must shoulder her responsibilities, she must practice hard, she must be independent and strong, and be brave enough to be the first.
But at the end of the day, I felt sorry for the child Yuwei. He was so tired that he suffered the same fate as him, and he never even saw his father.
Chen Huayu lay in Chen Huatian's arms and took a pill he poured out.
After a while, her pale face became much better, and her strength was a little better, but it would take some time to recover.
"Seventh Sister, there is a four-hundred-year-old red fruit here. If you take it, you will definitely be fine."
After saying this, Chen Huatian took out a jade box from his storage bag as if he were offering a treasure, then opened the jade box, took out a bright red fruit that exuded rich aura, and handed it to Chen Huayu's mouth.
"It's just a pity that this red fruit will help people improve their cultivation in a few hundred years. But it's a pity for me to eat it now."
Chen Huayu looked at the spiritual fruit that Chen Huatian handed over like a treasure, and a warmth flowed through his heart.
Although he was still seriously injured, he managed to cheer up and showed a lot of smiles to Chen Huatian.
Her eighth brother was still as kind to her as before, and still took care of her as before, but she still failed him in the end.
"Seventh Sister, what did you say? No matter how precious this thing is, it is only for people to eat. Seventh Sister, you are giving it face by eating it."
Chen Huatian usually looks rigid, but when he talks, he is also quite interesting. The instructor is not as rigid and boring as he appears.
"You're the only one who knows how to joke!"
The sad atmosphere was relieved a lot by Chen Huatian's few words, and more smiles appeared on Chen Huayu's face.
It was only from her occasional coughing that one could tell that her condition was not that good.
"Hey, it's just a pity that there aren't many good things left in Wang Zushan's storage bag, it's true!"
While saying this, Chen Huatian still patted his head and said to Chen Huayu with some annoyance.
Wang Zushan's storage bag is naturally very rich, but it is a pity that under Chen Huayu's Thunder Fire Bead, not many good things were left behind.
After all, although this storage bag is made of the Dark Sky Stone and some monster fur, and is generally not easy to damage, the power of the Thunder Fire Bead is still very powerful.
The storage bag was still blown open, and the items were scattered on the ground. Although it was not completely destroyed, there were not many items left.
During the moment when Chen Huayu was distracted, Chen Huatian searched back and forth many times, for fear of letting something slip through the net. However, after searching so carefully, Chen Huatian still found not much.
In particular, most of the healing elixirs, talismans and the like were damaged and became defective products that could no longer be used.
As for the complete ones, not many are left. These four hundred-year-old red fruits are also valuable spiritual fruits, so they are still cherished.
As for Chen Huayu, the gains from such a big fight were not as much as expected.
Chen Huayu seemed to have seen what his eighth brother was thinking, and said with a smile:
"Okay, be content!"
"After all, this old guy is of the same generation as my uncle and his friends. His cultivation has reached the eighth level of foundation building. He is not an ordinary casual cultivator."
"It would be great if we could kill him. Don't be so greedy."
"Seventh sister is right, eighth brother just feels that he has consumed a lot of things this time!"
Chen Huatian smiled and seemed to care about the harvest this time. After all, the greatest happiness is that everyone is here.
"I just don't know if the Wang family will have any big reaction after Wang Zushan dies, or if there will be any trouble."
Chen Huayu's brows that had just relaxed tightened again after mentioning the Wang family again.
"Seventh sister, it should be fine. After all, the Wang family can still come to the door in person."
Chen Huatian said comfortingly to Chen Huayu, who was still a little pale and breathless.
"hope so!"
Chen Huayu seemed to know that no matter how worried he was, there was nothing he could do.
As for the current plan, the best and most direct way is to quickly find the Star Soul Fruit and return it to the family. In this way, a lot of the crisis in the Chen family can be eliminated.