Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

The moment Wei Shao felt the messy breathing of the person on the bed, he woke up completely ahead of Zhao Zhizhi.

Following the sound, he stretched out his hand, helped Zhao Zhizhi sit up, and patted her back again and again, just like he had comforted her countless times in the past, gently following Zhao Zhizhi's breath.

If Zhao Zhizhi didn't speak, he wouldn't speak either. In a brief yet long moment like dozens of shooting stars streaking across the sky, in this small corner illuminated only by lights, the scents of boys and girls lingered infatuatedly.

Delicate yet restrained, strange yet familiar.

"Old... uncle", Zhao Zhizhi bit his lower lip and chose the right words before speaking carefully, "My past is related to you, right?"

The hand on his back paused for a moment. At that moment, Zhao Zhizhi's heart was in his throat. He almost thought that he had said something wrong and had offended this man who had always been silent.

Sitting in the shadow of the lamp, she couldn't see Wei Shao's expression, but she heard a very low sob.

"Zhizhi, have you remembered?"

Zhao Zhizhi suddenly had a sore nose. She felt that a lot of grievances suddenly rushed towards her face, and cold liquid fell on the back of her hands. She shook her head and just sighed, "No -"

She couldn't even remember what kind of thrilling sacrifice Wei Shao had been telling her about, and why she was the one who "tempered the rejuvenation elixir with her own blood" as the great elder said. After all, this kind of preparation had never been recorded in medical books. method. She couldn't remember when the last nobleman in the tower took away the Rejuvenation Pill, couldn't remember why she had such a deep wound on her wrist out of thin air, or even what exactly happened just now.

She was like a puppet controlled by others, bright and eye-catching, but she was missing a pair of eyes. She could not see whether she was being held cherished in someone's hands, or whether she was being hung mercilessly on a high cliff by silk threads. People appreciate and use it.

Wei Shao's heart was broken.

His soothing hand suddenly froze, and he seemed to have thought about it for a long time before slowly stretching out his arms and gently pulling Zhao Zhizhi into his arms. "Zhizhi, Heavenly Medicine Sect is in danger everywhere. We really can't stay here any longer. Come with me, okay?"

The person in my arms did not refuse.

Before the joy in Wei Shao's heart could sprout, he heard Zhao Zhizhi murmur in confusion, "But I am the saint of the Heavenly Medicine Sect."

I am here to promote the secret art of rejuvenation; I use flesh and blood as sacrifices to make better rejuvenation elixirs. I am in this position to save people. What I see in my eyes should be the suffering of the people, not...

Rather than some pain in front of my own eyes.

Zhao Zhizhi lowered his eyes tiredly and struggled out of Wei Shao's arms, "I don't want to be a selfish person."

Wei Shao took off the green gauze in front of him.

He knew that Zhao Zhizhi had always been a person who had greater responsibilities than anything else. Although he would make jokes and make jokes out of tune, he was always kind in nature. But if kindness became a prison that restrained her, then what would it matter if he was the villain? No?

"Zhizhi...you, do you believe me?"

Wei Shao waited with bated breath for Zhao Zhizhi's answer, but unexpectedly, Zhao Zhizhi nodded, "I always have to see some evidence and know some truth, and I always have to be braver-"

Wei Shao suddenly stood up, regardless of the etiquette and ethics he had always adhered to before, and hugged Zhao Zhizhi tightly into his arms, holding back his trembling and coaxing, "Zhizhi is already very brave, they are lying to you, they are taking advantage of you Your kindness… don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.”

Zhao Zhizhi thought that she should probably stay away, not only because the two of them had no connection in their lives in her memory, but also because the wrinkled man now looked many generations different from her. But Zhao Zhizhi was already very tired, so tired that he no longer wanted to think or panic.

By the time Wei Shao took him to the door of the conference hall, Zhao Zhizhi had already managed to regain his composure, his reddish eyes shining with extreme tenacity. She knew that she might know the truth that had deceived her for a long time, and that she might expose with her own hands how ridiculously she had spent this period of her life, but she didn't want to face it with tears, and she didn't want to kidnap herself with these self-pitying emotions. .

Even if the reality is dripping with blood, she can choose whether to escape or wash away the sadness with her own hands.

She followed Wei Shao's figure and hid at the corner of the doorpost, holding her breath and listening to the conversation in the hall.

"Great Elder, Zhao Zhizhi's body seems to have been seriously damaged. Do you want to receive those noble people again? I'm afraid it won't last long..."

It was the voice of the great elder’s confidant.

Wei Shao looked at Zhao Zhizhi's emotionless eyes and secretly clenched his fists. If he hadn't heard this man's advice to the great elder, he might have thought that he was a soft-hearted senior brother who was thinking about his junior sister.

"How can she be so useless since she is a saint?" The great elder's old voice floated out along the crack of the door, as if he had been chopped at several corners, with a cold and chilling aura, "That person back then, we are It's been a long time..." She suddenly fell silent and let out a weird laugh from her throat.

Zhao Zhizhi felt a chill in his heart. For some reason, she remembered the tragic situation of "Zhao Zhizhi" in her dream again, and a feeling of dizziness forced her to almost retching.

A warm hand touched her back.

She raised her eyes and looked into those clear eyes that showed no signs of aging. For a long time, her breathing slowly calmed down in a sense of security without any reason. She blinked, gently pinched the corner of Wei Shao's clothes, and shook her head to express that she was fine.

After this episode, she and Wei Shao looked back into the conference hall and saw the great elder caressing the holy throne belonging to the saint. The crutch that he usually never left his hand was placed next to the armrest of the holy throne, leaning against it. Phoenix head carved from ivory.

It was only at this moment that Zhao Zhizhi suddenly realized that the crutch-head statue that had been rubbed by the elder so long ago that it was unrecognizable was actually a black crested head that was indistinguishable from the holy one.

But from ancient times to the present, there has never been a black phoenix.

At that moment, Zhao Zhizhi thought that he seemed to have captured the character of the great elder, but it only passed by him in a flash, and his attention was quickly absorbed by the great elder's words.

"Since Zhao Zhizhi has taken the Forgetful Pill and the past has disappeared, I am afraid that he only remembers that he is the saint of the Heavenly Medicine Sect and wants to enjoy the supreme glory of the holy position. How can he feel betrayal?"

"Since you have entered our Heavenly Medicine Sect, you should dedicate yourself to revitalizing the Heavenly Medicine Sect. Now I just want a few drops of her blood. Is it too much?"

Inside the door, a tiger and a nanny laughed heartily, and spoke out their plots without hesitation when the sun was at its peak. Under the fierce sun, they were wrapped into a ball of sticky black water, exuding a disgusting stench. gas.

Outside the door, Zhao Zhizhi was in a state of shock. Wei Shao hugged her worriedly, but he couldn't say any comforting words.

Zhao Zhizhi's unconscious tears fell down one by one.

"Lie to me." She helplessly clenched the corner of Wei Shao's clothes and calmly collapsed into countless pieces. "They actually lied to me openly..."