[Douluo] Xue Ji Chuchen

night, hotel.

Lan Chu was lying lazily on the bed, reading a book and eating an orange.

Outside the balcony across the door, Xie Yue was meditating and practicing.

Seeing the figure on the balcony finishing his practice and walking back to the room, Lan Chuyi stood up and quickly pulled Xie Yue to the small table.

"What?" Xie Yue looked alert.

"Wulhundian Academy, are you recommended for the finals?" Lan Chu suddenly asked.

"Yes," Xie Yue agreed casually, "What's the matter?"

"It's so early, so the team members must not be sure yet," Lan Chu tentatively asked.

"Maybe."

wrong! There's something wrong with this little girl!

The next second, Xie Yue's suspicious eyes were cast on Lan Chu, "What do you want to do?"

"Participate!"

Lan Chu nodded seriously and rushed to Xie Yue's side, "I think this game becomes more fun the more you watch it."

"So you want to participate?" Xie Yue naturally accepted.

"Yes, yes," Lan Chu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

After watching the competition for half a month, the more I watched, the more I wanted to participate. This was what Lan Chu was thinking at this time.

Especially a few days ago, after watching the match between Shrek Academy and Blazing Fire Academy, Tang San used his fire immunity ability to fight against seven people, which made Lan Chu very interested in participating.

"It stands to reason that the team members are determined," Xie Yue added silently.

"Then I have to go back and ask," Lan Chu refused to let go.

The two hit it off immediately and decided to return the next day.

When they came to Tiandou City, time was tight, so the two of them rushed all the way, including spending the night directly in the mountains and forests.

There was plenty of time for the return journey, and they chose a completely different route. Every stop was basically in the city.

After a few days of travel, the two people entered the Kingdom of Barak. After a few days of travel, they arrived at an "old place".

Liai City, where Tianluo Theater is located.

When he reached the city gate, Lan Chu stopped, slowly raised his head, looked at the big characters on the city wall, and smiled, "It's been a long, long time."

Indeed, the fierce fight that took place on the streets of the city eight years ago had been completely forgotten by the onlookers, and the blood that once covered the ground had long since dissipated in the wind.

But the fate of several people changed that day.

"At that time, I took you out of the city gate. Was it this gate?" Xie Yue said with a smile.

Lan Chu looked around for a moment and stuck out his tongue, "No."

"Let's go."

"Don't you want to ask anything?" Lan Chu jumped in front of Xie Yue, tilted his head and asked curiously.

"If you want to say something, you'll tell me."

"Then go and sit down at the Tianluo Theater," Lan Chu waved the token in his hand.

As a major trading town, the city of Liai was very large, and it also had a large martial arts branch.

The two of them held the Wuhun Palace tokens in their hands, which was enough for them to travel unimpeded.

Lan Chu did not take Xie Yue to the stage, but went directly to the auction house.

The auction has already started.

Amidst the bustle of people, Lan Chu pointed calmly at the round platform in the center of the auction house, with all kinds of eyes on the center, but his voice did not waver.

"There, I stayed there, for a long time."

"Then someone offered me money and he took me away."

"Of course I want to run, but unfortunately I am not as good as others. Fortunately I met you."

While speaking, Lan Chu stood up and said, "After so many years, go and meet them."

"Who?" Xie Yue had not yet recovered from the shock. Lan Chu's narration just now made him a little dazed.

"Don't ask, just follow," Lan Chu made a face.

Both of them were soul masters, and extremely talented soul masters. With their deliberate avoidance, no one in the Tianluo Theater noticed these two uninvited guests.

"No progress."

Lan Chu leaned easily in the shadow of the corner and motioned lazily, "Wait a while and they won't be able to find us at all."

After passing through several dark dormitories and two equipment rooms, Lan Chu arrived at her destination, a room in the corner, her former "nightmare".

"Eight years," Lan Chu murmured.

It was four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the stage performance had ended, and it was time for all the girls to go back to their rooms.

He jumped onto the small platform outside and landed quietly on the ground. Lan Chu locked his eyes on the tall and thin figure in the corner at a glance.

"Xiao Xi," Lan Chu said softly. After eight years, this name was already very unfamiliar to her.

The figure in the corner turned around in confusion. At the same time, the girls, big and small, all turned their attention to the two people who suddenly appeared.

Lan Chu took a few steps closer, "Do you remember me?"

Xiaoxi has been in the theater for almost ten years and is considered an excellent performer.

In the cookie-cutter life of training and performing, she never forgot that there was a rebellious blue-haired girl who once stirred up her stagnant life.

Xiao Xi stared blankly for a long time, then said in disbelief, "Lan Chu?"

Before Lan Chu finished nodding, Xiao Xi had already stepped forward and hugged Lan Chu tightly.

"It's really you."

The hug was broken as soon as the hug broke. Xiaoxi's voice was slightly trembling due to surprise, but in an instant it was tainted with worry, "Why are you back? They still won't let you go."

"Hey," Lan Chu said with a smile, "Don't worry, ten of them can't beat me."

Two strangers suddenly appeared in the not-so-large space, and their clothes were incompatible with the people in the theater. After a brief surprise, the other girls started whispering, and for a while, the room became slightly noisy.

During the conversation, a hoarse female voice came from outside the door, "What are you talking about?"

Lan Chu and Xie Yue looked at each other. They didn't want to get into trouble and were about to run away, but Xiao Xi grabbed Lan Chu and whispered, "It's Aunt Zisha."

Before he finished speaking, the iron door had opened, and a woman came out of the door, wearing a long purple dress that had been washed white.

The moment she stepped into the room, Zisha had already seen the blue figure in the corner. Surprise flashed in her eyes. She quickly turned around and said to the steward who was following her, "Girls like to make trouble, I will take care of it. I won't bother you anymore."

The steward didn't notice anything unusual, and since the performance was over, he didn't bother to do anything else, so he left directly.

The iron door closed, and just as Zisha turned around, the blue figure had already passed in front of her.

Zisha seemed to be dozens of years older. Her skin that had lost its luster was like dry tree bark, with ravines and criss-crossing ravines, and her skinny body was like twigs blowing in the wind, crumbling.

On the originally smooth face, several scars of the same horrible shape started from the neck, like twisted poisonous snakes, extending all the way to the eyes, crisscrossing in all directions, shocking.

In shock, Lan Chu's voice was a little choppy, but her intuition told herself that all of this had something to do with her.

With great difficulty, she suppressed the surging anger and said, "You, you?"

Zisha walked slowly to the bedside and waved her hand gently, "Xiaoxi, she wants to know, please tell her."

She never thought that one day she would be able to see that child again. Although she often missed him, she understood that she would never have the chance to see him again, and there were some things that she didn't want Lan Chu to know.

Although she didn't know why Lan Chu appeared here, since he could come silently, he must have the ability to come and go freely.

Zisha understood that for Lan Chu, now that he had seen those things, there was nothing to hide.

"After you escaped, the nobleman came to the theater to ask for someone."

"In the end, they thought Aunt Zisha gave you the key."

"That nobleman must have scratched his face by you," Xiaoxi asked.

Lan Chu nodded.

"He couldn't find you, so he found Aunt Zisha and took it out on her. That's how the scar came about."

"The people at the theater said that as long as a person doesn't die, the nobles can do whatever they want."

Zisha listened quietly to Xiao Xi's story, her expression unmoved, as if that memory, which was worse than life and death, did not happen to her at all.

Seeing that Xiao Xi's narration ended and Lan Chu remained silent, his clenched fists trembling slightly, Zisha waved to Lan Chu and said warmly, "Come here, kid, let me see you."

Lan Chu, who said nothing, stood up and sat silently next to Zisha.

Rough palms brushed the young face, Zisha's eyes were full of kindness, "You look so good."

"I'll take you away," Lan Chu stood up quickly.

"Where to go, kid."

"No matter where you go, get out of here first," Lan Chu clenched his fists, his martial spirit on the verge of being released.

"Chuchu, wait a minute," Xie Yue gently hugged Lan Chu's shoulders and said comfortingly, "This senior has something to ask you."

Zisha smiled and nodded, "My child, how old are you this year?"

Lan Chu paused and replied, "14 years old."

"What about the level of soul power?"

"Level 39."

Surprise flashed in Zisha's eyes, and then she nodded with understanding, "You are 14 years old this year, level 39. Do you know that some people don't reach the threshold of level 30 until they are 30 years old."

Lan Chu became quiet, but her eyes were filled with weakness. She seemed to have guessed what Zisha wanted to say.

"God has given you the incomparable talent to fight against fate. It is impossible for a child like you to be trapped in this scene, and they are defenseless. You can save them for a while, but how long can you save them."

"You can survive alone, but they have been trained to be tools for the theater. If you leave here, you cannot escape the fate of being controlled by the nobles."

"You understand, kid," Zisha gently brushed Lan Chu's head, "You can even destroy this place, but you can't destroy the dirty hearts in the auction house. They are working together and there is nothing we can do about it."

Lan Chu lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. When he spoke again, his voice was full of regret.

"You shouldn't have helped me."

"I don't deserve your help."

Zisha interrupted Lan Chu without hesitation, and her originally calm voice suddenly rose.

"Nonsense, it's worth it."

"I've never regretted it."

Lan Chu murmured in a low voice, "I'm not worth it alone."

Zisha had sacrificed the rest of her stable life for her, and she couldn't afford to repay it. She was alone, and it wasn't worth it.

With her right hand, Zisha pulled Lan Chu up, who was almost curled up on the ground, speaking word by word.

"You are not alone, not in the past and not in the future, do you understand?"

"Helping you is the most correct choice I have ever made."

Patting Lan Chu's shoulder hard, Zisha said in a deep voice, "My child, it's time for you to go."

"For them, this place is actually pretty good," Zisha added, trying her best to cover up the powerlessness in her words.