Immortal, save me!

Chu Xueying's body was trembling, her eyes were full of unwillingness, she murmured: "Fake, all of this is fake..."

The people around her were still laughing at her wantonly, and their extremely vicious words had wounded her self-esteem. Chu Xueying couldn't help but cover her ears with her hands, and shouted at the people around her: "Shut up! Shut up! Everyone!" Shut up!"

However, the more she scolded her, the more clearly the sounds around her reached her ears. She tried her best to cover her ears, which not only did not help, but also made her hear every word and sentence more clearly. The sharp words were like sharp knives piercing her ears. It hurt her heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky and the earth darkened, and the sounds lingering around her in the darkness gradually faded away. She looked up with tears in her eyes, and in front of her stood her father, queen, mother, queen, and a group of brothers and sisters.

Seeing her father's loving expression, she couldn't help but threw herself into his arms aggrievedly: "Father..."

She wanted to tell her grievances and get comfort from her father, but his father pushed her away. His loving eyes were no longer there. He looked at Chu Xueying with disappointment and said: "Xueying, you have disappointed your father so much. ...My father is so optimistic about you, and everything you want will be delivered to you. What about you? Why have you made no progress for so long and haven't become an immortal yet?"

Father shook his head and sighed, as if he was extremely disappointed, and turned his head away from looking at her.

Chu Xueying shook her head, pulled her father's sleeves and begged: "No, that's not the case. Father, don't look at me like this..."

She wanted to explain, but when the words came to her mouth, her mind went blank and she could only shake her head.

The brothers and sisters standing not far away all looked at her with disappointment. What's more, the seventh sister and others who had a good relationship with her raised their sleeves to cover half of their faces. They looked at her with gloating eyes and comforted her. She said: "Sister Huang, don't be sad. It doesn't matter if those few from the Tianyan Sect have become immortals. One day, Sister Huang will also become immortals and surpass them."

Meeting their eyes, Chu Xueying felt unbelievable. She didn't understand why the sisters who were following her obediently and sensibly looked at her like this. !

At this moment, she seemed to be abandoned by the world, trapped alone in the cold quagmire. They looked at her from a distance, their disappointed eyes drowning her like a tide, and their mocking and disdainful expressions slapped her heart hard like a huge wave. The harmony in her memory Everything beautiful was changed beyond recognition in an instant.

Despair and resentment gradually filled her eyes. She was unwilling to end up like this. She wanted revenge, revenge on everyone!

She clenched her palms tightly, her broken nails digging into her flesh, and the stinging pain suddenly pulled her out of the darkness.

Chu Xueying sat up and stared into the void with her eyes wide open. Her eyes were red and moist, and her despair and hatred could not go away.

After a moment, she lowered her head and looked at her hands. Her slender and soft plain hands looked abrupt due to the broken round and light red nails. There were deep crescent marks on her palms, and they were stained with blood.

She frowned, feeling irritated, and the cold sweat soaked her thin pajamas, clinging to her exquisite body, making her feel uncomfortable.

How many times has this happened? Why would she have such a dream? Just once or twice. This dream appears so frequently. Is it possible that God is hinting at something?

It was already daybreak, and the morning light was dim. She stood in front of the window and looked outside, frowning.

I don't know when she started to dream about scenes that made her uncomfortable. Every time the scenes were similar, they all told the ending of her failure in the dream.

In reality, she has recently encountered a bottleneck in her practice, and those dreams have gradually affected her body and mind, making her unable to practice quietly.

She had already started practicing at this time in the past, but now she was stuck in a helpless mood, unable to extricate herself, unable to calm down at all.

She changed her clothes and went out to relax. Not far away, she saw Third Senior Brother Yang Ding looking intently in her direction.

Seeing Chu Xueying, Yang Ding's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face. He said, "Junior sister, what a coincidence."

Seeing him like this, Chu Xueying couldn't help but think of the scene in her dream, a coldness flashed in her eyes, but there was a smile on her face, as if she was happy to see him.

She said softly: "Senior Brother Yang, what a coincidence, you are also here to relax?"

Yang Ding: "...Yes, I came out to relax too."

In fact, he missed Chu Xueying, so he couldn't help but ran to Chu Xueying's residence to wait.

"Junior sister, are you feeling unwell? If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."

When Chu Xueying heard this, her eyebrows were filled with sorrow, and she sighed: "It's nothing, I just have been dreaming a lot lately and can't rest well."

Hearing this, Yang Ding took out a small exquisite porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it to her: "Junior sister, this is the beauty pill I got not long ago. I give it to you. I hope you will be happy."

Chu Xueying reached out to take it and said with a smile: "Thank you, senior brother, I like it very much."

When Yang Ding saw that she liked the things he gave her, the smile on his face deepened.

"Junior sister is feeling unwell, why don't I accompany you to Yaofeng to see Uncle Lin?"

Chu Xueying heard that it was feasible. She couldn't see any problem herself. If Uncle Lin could find the reason for her dream, that would be great.

"Then it's Senior Brother Lao."

Yang Ding: "Junior sister, you're welcome."

The two went to Yaofeng side by side. Yang Ding kept trying to talk to Chu Xueying on the way, trying to attract her attention.

Chu Xueying knew this very well, but she didn't show it on her face. She just talked to him at a distance that was neither far nor close.

Halfway up Yaofeng, I saw a tall and handsome man carrying water to water the flowers from a distance.

Sensing the arrival of someone, Lin Changfeng put down the kettle and turned around and said to the two of them: "Why are the two nephews here? What do you need?"

The two of them bowed to Lin Changfeng, and Yang Ding said: "Uncle Lin, my junior sister has been having many dreams lately. Is it possible for me to diagnose and treat her?"

Lin Changfeng raised his eyebrows when he heard this, turned his eyes to look at Chu Xueying and said, "Come in with me."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the house, and the two of them followed him.

After entering the room, Lin Changfeng motioned to Chu Xueying to extend a hand.

Seeing this, Chu Xueying stretched out her right hand, pulled up her sleeve, exposed her white wrist, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master."

Lin Changfeng was silent, his fingertips hung above Chu Xueying's wrist, and his spiritual power was running to check her pulse.

Seeing that Lin Changfeng was silent, Yang Ding said nervously: "Uncle Lin, is Junior Sister feeling well?"

Lin Changfeng retracted his hand, looked at him jokingly and said, "As a senior brother, you care a lot. Don't worry, she is just worried and is ill. There is nothing serious."

Hearing this, Yang Ding blushed on his face. He glanced at Chu Xueying secretly and said, "That's good... As a senior brother, you should care about your junior sister."

Lin Changfeng didn't say anything when he heard this. He just glanced at the two of them with unclear meaning, walked to the side and sat down and said, "This nephew might as well tell me what's on his mind. Your senior brother and I are both here and can help you find a solution. "