who knows

The person who disguised himself as a man into a handsome young man was naturally the instigator of the massacre of Zhongli's family, and also the second lady of Zhongli's family who was going to marry - Zhongliqing.

And 14 years ago, she was a forensic doctor on the water blue planet. She grew up in an orphanage, lonely and lonely, and died on the spot due to an inexplicable accident at the crime scene. One year old little baby girl.

A Niang thought she was simple and ignorant, and suffered a blow when she was young, so she developed a taciturn character and didn't care about others. In fact, she just didn't know how to get along with others, let alone how to speak.

Warmth was something she longed for too much and hadn't had it for too long.

Family affection seems to burn her, making her yearn for it, but she dare not approach it, for fear of getting it and losing it.

It's just that A Niang is too gentle a person, so she couldn't help but forget the past a little bit, and gradually got used to life in this world, and gradually got used to Zhong Liqing's identity...

But just when she let go of her defenses and accepted the other party completely, a sudden disaster broke everything, and made her understand what hatred is for the first time.

Not loneliness, not helplessness, but extreme and deep-seated hatred.

When she woke up, she was held tightly by A Niang in her arms. She was only wearing a small dress, but she was warm. What she smelled from her nose was the calm and fragrant scent of a woman. She was always calm and calm. His analytical mind couldn't help being stunned.

--who I am?Where am I?Who is this woman?what is she doing?

A series of question marks appeared in my mind, but they couldn't resist the woman's soft and worried voice: "Ah Nan, are you feeling better?"

She raised her head and met those beautiful eyes, which reflected a petite and childish face. She was a little flustered, but she nodded involuntarily because of the tenderness in those eyes: "...um."

The little man in the man's eyes also nodded.

She suddenly realized that this little fat girl with arms like lotus root joints was her.

Whether the 20-odd years on Water Blue Planet was Nankey Yimeng, or it was just Zhuang Shengxiao's confusion of dreaming butterflies, she couldn't tell.

In the first year, she finally understood the world she was in and the fact that she could never go back.

In the second year, she no longer closed herself off, and began to ask for food and talk actively.

In the third year, she opened her mouth and called the woman A Niang, and the woman held her and cried bitterly all night.

Only then did she truly accept her new identity, new life, and relatives.

Before she was five years old, she stayed with A Niang all the time, from one group to another, from one city to another, living in no fixed place and wandering.

At the beginning, she didn't understand why A Niang always took her on the road. Although she seemed to be traveling in mountains and rivers and was not impatient, it was only in the eyes of ordinary children.

She was always an adult in her bones, so how could she not find out what they were escaping from.

A Niang never took her to bustling towns, and the journey was always at night.

The difference is that every time they arrive in a new city, A Niang will rent a small yard in a hidden street, build a swing full of flowers in the yard, and plant a piece of spiritual grass that cannot be named. , sometimes raise a pool of colorful fish, try to make something delicious and fun for her every day, or hold her and tell stories on the swing, or take her to practice calligraphy in the study, even if Even in the process of fleeing and rushing, he is always calm and full of interest in life.

A Niang is a woman who is knowledgeable and talented, and she has an extraordinary bearing. She knows that A Niang must not be born in an ordinary family, and her cultivation is also unfathomable. I have never wondered who my father is, why A Niang never mentioned it.

Her heart is very small, it is enough to have a mother.

Until that day, she woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, but she couldn't touch anyone when she stretched out her hand. She sat up quickly, but only saw a pillow beside her where A Niang was sleeping.

Tremendous fear instantly enveloped her, she looked around in a daze, and suddenly saw bright lights flickering outside the house, but she couldn't hear the slightest sound from here, she knew that it must be A Niang who set up restrictions outside the house, and she didn't want to be woken up.

How many nights, she woke up alone, and it was because A Niang was not by her side, but not long before her belly turned pale in the east, A Niang would definitely come back, bringing her familiar fragrant breath, her body was still warm, and hugged her. After falling into his arms, he continued to sleep as if nothing had happened.

Sometimes when she woke up, it was A Niang who was holding her and driving at night. Although she was on the road, A Niang still had a calm smile on her face. Kissed her on the forehead, and coaxed softly: "Did you wake up Nan? Go to sleep a little longer. At dawn, Niang will take you to drink bean curd."

The voice seemed to have magic power, which made her eyelids sink involuntarily, and she fell asleep obediently.

When I woke up again, I arrived at another strange city, with bean curds on the table, still steaming.

A Niang still had an elegant and gentle smile on her face, as if the blood and killing she glimpsed at night was just a nightmare.

After all, she couldn't hold back her curiosity that night. She quietly lifted the quilt and opened the window to look. The colorful spirit sword, with various spells brewing at the fingertips, and various spiritual weapons and magic weapons floating around, the bright colors gathered by countless brilliance, illuminated the small courtyard dazzlingly and dazzlingly, if it weren't for another layer of restrictions outside, isolating Knowing the movement here, I am afraid that people with a radius of hundreds of miles will be provoked to come over to watch the fun.

The restriction is different from the one covered outside the house, it was not made by A Niang, it can be seen that it is the handwriting of this group of strange monks, which can also reflect that they do not want to expose themselves and attract attention.

This group of people were all middle-aged men, but the leader was a young man who looked no more than 25 or [-] years old. He had a short mustache on his lips, fair complexion, and a handsome face. His eyebrows and eyes were three points similar to A Niang. I couldn't help being suspicious: the identity of the other party might be unexpected, but judging from the posture of this group of people, it was clear that the visitor was not kind, so what happened?

She understands some lip language, and A Niang has her back to her, so she can't see what A Niang is saying, so she can only watch the young man's mouth open and close carefully, because he is far away when he speaks. Soon, she could only vaguely understand a few words, which seemed to be "little aunt", "wild species", "go back", "receive punishment" and the like.

But according to her usual logical thinking, these few words were enough for her to piece together a slightly bitter story.

A Niang took him away from home, and the enemies he had avoided for thousands of miles turned out to be the original relatives, and his unrecognized child was a stain on A Niang, and it was also a contradiction between A Niang and the family.

After piecing together a general truth, she held on to the window sill as if she couldn't bear the shock, but the slight noise attracted the attention of both sides. He wanted to turn around and flee back to the room, but suddenly lost the strength to act.

As soon as his legs softened, he was about to fall to his knees, but a white light flashed in front of his eyes. The group of people in brocade clothes were dragged into a huge vortex by an unknown force. Their bodies were smashed to pieces, and they didn't even have souls. Those who could escape would be swallowed by the increasingly violent vortex, and disappeared out of thin air in the blink of an eye.

A Niang's face was as blood-colored in an instant, as white as gold paper, but in the next moment, her dimples flushed unusually, as if she had suffered a serious internal injury.

She immediately understood that A Niang must have forcibly used a special power just now, and that's why she suffered backlash.

A Niang used the fastest speed to deal with the chasing people, but let go of the young man alone—as expected, he was related to A Niang by blood.

She bit her lip, and when A Niang didn't care about what was behind her, but instead showed a weak and beautiful smile to herself, she couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and then her eyes widened, staring blankly at the man in Ah Niang. After turning around, Niang's expression became sharp, and she suddenly raised the folding fan in her hand, stabbing towards A Niang's back.

The folding fan is made of thousands of years of black iron. The aura on it is flowing, and it is not ordinary at first glance. Since the man has a relationship with A Niang, he must not be a simple person. His blow is definitely not easy to dodge. Yes, if he got caught, the consequences would be disastrous.

What's more, A Niang just suffered a backlash...

She only hated herself for being young and weak, knowing that A Niang was in danger but unable to do anything, she could only scream to remind her.

Fortunately, A Niang reacted quickly after all, before the folding fan could hit the back of the heart, she suddenly turned sideways and knocked back the sneak attacking kid with a palm, but she was still affected by the spiritual energy, which shocked her inner organs again, and she hadn't opened her mouth yet. When he said something, he turned his head and spewed out a big mouthful of blood, and his expression suddenly became a little tired, and his beautiful face was stained with a little blood, as if the white jade was stained with clouds, and the red plums were splashed with snow, which was even more shockingly beautiful.

Faced with this beauty, she just felt so distressed that she was about to die.

"Aunt..." For the first time in his life, he was crying.

"Good girl, don't cry, it's okay, I'm here." A Niang hugged her in her arms and gently coaxed her up, wiping away the tears on her face with trembling fingers. The coolness of worry still made her feel warm.

She doesn't ask for anything, but asks A Niang to be by her side well.

For this, she is willing to pay any price.

In the end, A Niang let the man go, but knocked him unconscious and threw him into the mountain, while she took her out of this small town where she had settled for less than a month.

She found that the frequency of their moves was getting shorter and shorter, which was not a good sign-the group of people was chasing more and more closely.

From that day on, A Niang's body was not as good as before.

Since A Niang deliberately kept it from her, she didn't want to ask too many questions, but she woke up more often at night, and she always had to make sure that Hao Niang was still by her side before she would continue to sleep.

She guessed that A Niang's cultivation was at least above the tribulation period, because only monks in the tribulation period can cross the barrier between the group domains, shuttle between the two group domains, and even carry a handless A young child with the power to bind a chicken does not have the slightest sense of bumps. This is not only strong in strength, but also profound in realm.

Although she has never been exposed to the way of cultivation, A Niang's precise control of spiritual power is amazing even for a layman, and A Niang's insight into human nature and human heart is also admirable to her.

When I met Zhong Lixun, it was the time when A Niang and her had just escaped a wave of chasing soldiers and their vitality was seriously injured.

For some reason, A Niang's cultivation has been falling, but the cultivation of the chasing soldiers is still strong. If it is not for the strong prohibition protection outside the country where the aura is thin, monks above the tribulation are not allowed to enter, I am afraid that as long as the other party has a thought , they cannot escape.

A Niang's cultivation base has only the strength of the Nascent Soul stage left, and Donglin City, a remote place with bad mountains and rivers, does not have enough spiritual energy to provide A Niang with healing and training. In desperation, she can only suppress the injury, Accepted Zhong Lixun's kindness and lived in his Zhuangzi in the outer suburbs.

Zhong Lixun is a modest gentleman, even though he fell in love with A Niang at first sight and admired him very much, he kept his etiquette and never crossed the threshold.

Although he can't walk, he has a deep knowledge of talismans, and the Tianxuan Spirit Avoidance Formation that he set up can almost deceive ordinary Mahayana monks. If you don't get here, you can't find A Niang and her.

Because of his protection, A Niang and her lived a peaceful and stable life.

It can be said that most of her childhood was spent in Zhong Lixun's Zhuangzi.

Three years passed in a flash. When she was seven years old, A Niang made her recognize Zhong Lixun as her adoptive father.

From then on she had a name, Zhong Liqing.

Zhong Lixun took her back to his family and wanted to put her name on the genealogy, but unexpectedly met with strong opposition. Zhong Lixun had no intention of getting entangled with the people of his family, so he took her away.

Not long after returning to Zhuangzi in the outskirts, another group of pursuers arrived. This was too coincidental, and she couldn't help but wonder if this had anything to do with Zhongli's family...

This time, A Niang led the pursuers to a barren mountain more than ten miles away.

When she pushed Zhong Lixun and staggered there, there was no one there, only the smell of blood filling the valley, and the fragments of A Niang's robe.

A Niang likes to wear white clothes the most, but that piece of clothing is red, blood red.

At that time, Zhong Liqing vaguely heard a loud noise, and after the dazzling white light filled the sky, she panicked as if a huge hole had been opened in her chest.

I heard that monks who have cultivated to the golden core stage or above, when they are desperate, have a last resort to kill them all, which is to explode their souls. Cultivators would end up burning everything together. If it was a Nascent Soul cultivator who blew himself up, the power would be even more astonishing.

Zhong Liqing knew that there must be more and stronger pursuers this time than last time, but now there is not one left... What else can they do to make them all disappear?

At that moment, Zhong Liqing was almost going crazy.

But even crazier than her is Zhong Lixun, who is usually the most elegant and humble person who pays attention to his image, rolled out of the wheelchair, knelt down on the ground, climbed to the center with the most blood, and picked up the bloody robe on the ground , holding it in the palm of my hand, crying like a child.

Silently looking at Zhong Lixun, who was devastated, Zhong Liqing suddenly became quiet, as if his soul had been withdrawn from his body and pieced together another self, watching indifferently, thinking calmly, and analyzing calmly.

In addition to the heavy smell of blood in the air, there is also a faint, almost imperceptible smell, which is a kind of precious spiritual grass, which is an auxiliary material used in the refining of many high-level elixirs, called Lishang grass.

Because it is precious, A Niang specially introduced it to her. Even in A Niang's storage ring with a rich collection, there are only three plants, and they are all cut products, without seeds.

And this Lishang grass has another use, which is to raise a kind of spirit beast, Zhenlong Lingyu. This grass is to spirit fish, just like catnip is to cats, but this kind of spirit fish is so precious that it is almost extinct. Few people know the magical effect of Li Shangcao.

A Niang's body is always clean, without any complicated smell, so the smell of Li Shangcao can only come from the enemy—the person who took A Niang away, or the murderer.

From then on, a seed of revenge was planted in Zhong Liqing's heart, and there was only one goal left in her whole life.

When he was eight years old, Zhong Lixun couldn't bear it any longer. He was poisoned by someone, but he also wanted to let it go.

He said that life was meaningless, and he wanted to keep guarding A Niang.

Zhong Liqing agreed, but there was one more person who wanted revenge.

Finally, she was the only one left in this world, walking alone.