Qingge stared at the cage with heartache.
This child cannot escape from this cage or his heart disaster.
That crack will never disappear.
"Qinghui, she did not leave you, but just accompanied you in another way and was with you." Qingge's hand passed through the gap between the iron pillars in the cage and gently rubbed the child's head.
Xue Hui rubbed her warm palms, looked up at her, her eyes shining like obsidian, and asked sincerely: "Really?"
"She has protected you with her life and loved you, so how could she leave you?" Qingge smiled and said, "It's just that her existence is destined to bring you suffering. So she left you."
Xue Hui seemed to understand but not understand.
Qingge said something again, and then Xue Hui fell asleep deeply.
While resting, Xue Mei's little hand tightly held Qingge's sleeve so that Qingge's hand was placed in the cage and squatted behind him.
Simply, Qingge sat cross-legged, and kept his hands in the cage still, allowing Xue Hui to hold them nervously, like a traveler floating on the sea, and caught a life-saving straw.
Qingge looked at Xue Hui's side face and couldn't help but wonder what kind of person the late Tang Sect daughter was, and what kind of bond does she have between her and Xue Hui?
A long time passed, when Luo Cheng came, he saw Ye Wuhen sitting cross-legged and raising an arm to make Xue Hui clench his sleeves.
Luo Cheng was very excited and was about to talk to the boy about Niu Dan and Medicine God, but he saw the boy raise his fair and evil face, stretched out his other hand, picked up a finger, pressed it against his lips, gently "shhh" and then pointed to Xue Hui who was sleeping in the cage.
Luo Cheng was stunned for a long time. After realizing what the boy was doing, Luo Cheng's heart softened a little.
The people in the martial arts dungeon are all martial arts disciples with bad records. Even though they are famous and have geniuses, they are disdained, ridiculed, and feared.
This kid has no extra emotional changes and treats punished martial arts disciples like ordinary friends.
Luo Cheng firmly believes that the quality of those who can ignore their own dangers for the sake of prisoners who meet one time will not be bad.
That kind of righteousness and pride has the demeanor of his goddess.
He likes people who value love and righteousness.
Under Ye Wuhen's instructions, Luo Cheng tiptoed in with a very light movement.
The punished disciples in other cages in the first floor of the martial arts dungeon discovered Qingge's actions early.
For more than an hour, her hands were stretched into the cage and kept them still, just so that Xue Hui could have a stable sleep.
Such actions cannot be done by ordinary people.
On one side, the cage at the corner, Pei Yue raised his eyes and looked at her deeply, remembering the boy's name.
Ye Wuhen, the new spiritual master of the Martial Arts Association, is a young man with wine and sugar.
...
Half an hour later, Xue Hui woke up.
He was sleepy, confused, and yawned cutely.
Suddenly, he saw a piece of sleeve he grabbed, looked at Qingge's hand again, and asked in surprise: "Big sister, have you not pulled your hand back?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you won't sleep well." Qingge smiled and said, "It's rare to have a good night's sleep, right?"
In an instant, Xue Mei burst into tears, bit her lower lip tightly, and looked at Qingge in complexity.
Yes, since his sister left, he was suffering from nightmares and often woke up.
As early as when he was young, my sister promised to accompany him until he was ninety years old, but before he could win the crown, she died of illness on the bed.
After all, my sister doesn't want him anymore.
Those promises are all lie to the children.
Before my sister died, he was the one who was most worried about.
It was winter, and the mountains were covered with snow outside the window, and the stove inside the house couldn't heat up. He knelt in front of the couch, his limbs were cold, his whole body was trembling, and he cried so hard that he couldn't say anything.
He held his sister's slightly cold hands and his whole body was twitching.
"Qinghui, take good care of yourself in the future."
"You have to be happy, I hope you can be happy."
"You hate your sister."
"Live well."
“…”
He cried hysterically, but his sister left.
Gentle as a knife, cut into his heart.
He was thrown out by the Tang Sect Master, and they did not allow him to touch his sister.
He knelt on the snow-covered Qiankun drum, curled up, pinching his flesh, and cried until he was hoarse.
"Sister, no..."
"don't want."
"In the future, no one will love Huimei anymore, and no one will bring Huimei to drink wine."
They did not allow Xue Hui to attend the funeral, and Xue Hui was condemned as an ominous person and would defile the pure sect leader.
What's more, the sect leader is the daughter of
Xue Hui killed him.
After the funeral, he came to the beach and wanted to die together.
But before that, someone told him that the daughter of the sect leader did not die of illness naturally, but was killed by someone.
He no longer goes to the depths of the sea, but goes to find out the truth.
He found the culprit, but it was a master, and his evidence was not enough to kill the other party, and it sounded more like a false accusation.
Late at night, the other party told him all his motives and methods of committing crimes. When he was presented to the court the next day, he was heartbroken and looked innocent, accusing him of all kinds of mistakes.
For a moment, Xue Mei was criticized by thousands of people, and the other party even turned around and threw dirty water at him, saying that he was the real murderer who killed the daughter.
In his room, they found those damn drugs.
The sect leader was furious and imprisoned him and punished him with a desperate punishment.
Later, Xue Hui escaped from prison and fought his life to kill the Grandmaster and the five hundred disciples under his vein.
He carried the master's head and walked in the bloody yard, stepped on the corpses everywhere, and smiled on his blood-stained face.
"Sister, look, Huimei has avenged you."
"But, my sister doesn't leave, so what if she kills them?"
"Sister, I want to hug you."
“…”
The young man crushed his skull cavity and raised his ashes, and when dawn broke out and dawn was dim, it sprinkled on the blue sea.
The breeze was gentle that day, and he was covered in blood, smiling innocently and romantically.
Behind him is the military sanctions of martial arts, and the criticisms of the disciples of the Tang sect, saying that his crimes are beyond words.
Sin is heavy and covered with blood.
But he was fearless.
For his sister, he is not afraid of the evil spirits in the underworld, nor is he afraid of the enemy in the secular world.
But my sister, I don't want him anymore.
Xue Hui was very quiet and did not struggle at all when she was taken to the martial arts dungeon.
However, he would look back three times in one step and look at the blue sea.
On the sea, there seems to be a sad and beautiful woman dancing a dance of sorrow.
That was my sister saying goodbye to him.
My sister said that if you have to take good care of yourself, your life will be better in the future.
But, without a sister, I won’t be fine.
Yes, he spent thirty years still living in the past of painting the land as a prison.
Chapter completed!