fell into a pit book

Hang Hehuan was lying on the bed, looking at the top of the white gauze tent, thinking in his heart that at his current age, he had only entered the Wanhua Mountain Gate for less than a year.And looking at Leng Qingjue's attitude towards her now, it is by no means to the extent that she will be "sorrowful" after her death.That is to say, this relationship has to be cultivated by myself in the future...

But Leng Qingjue looks very unflattering, what exactly do I have to do to make Leng Qingjue feel that way for him?

Also, I counted that I have been here for four or five days, but I haven't seen anyone except Leng Qingjue, and I haven't heard anyone talking--there are only two masters and apprentices on Wanji Mountain, right?There is no such waste of resources in the original text...

In such a mess of wild thoughts, she soon fell into a drowsy dreamland.

At first there was nothing in the dream, but gradually, Hang Hehuan seemed to hear the sound of crying and crying.After taking a few quick steps towards the source of the sound, Hang Hehuan was stunned there.

What appeared in front of her was a sea of ​​flames.

Indistinctly, there are people crying "Help" in the sea of ​​fire, but apart from this sea of ​​fire, there is no one around, who can save them?

The fire was burning very vigorously, as if the whole world was going to be burnt clean before giving up. Even standing here, Hang Hehuan could feel the tongue of flames coming towards his face like a heat wave.

She was sure that she never had such a memory, but if it wasn't hers, then whose was it?

Is it real Hang Huan?

As soon as she thought about it, she saw a child sitting not far from the fire scene, motionless, just looking at the sea of ​​fire in front of her.

The burned houses have lost their support, and heavy objects continue to fall down.Given the child's distance, it was very likely that he would be hit. Hang Hehuan didn't know why, but he walked over quickly to take the child away from the place.

Just when she arrived there, a crossbar fell from behind her. She panicked, and when she was about to pull the child, she found that her hand had passed through the child's body.Before she could wake up from her daze, a white figure flew past and quickly carried the child away from the place.And Hang Hehuan, who was still standing there, was being pierced by the crossbar - she couldn't touch anything.

But even if he couldn't touch it, the scorching feeling was real. Seeing that someone had saved the child, Hang Hehuan walked towards it.

The man in white squatted down and asked the child patiently, "Where are your parents?"

The child seemed to have been shocked by the word "father and mother", his body trembled, and he said confusedly: "Father, mother?"

The man in white asked again: "Are your parents among them?"

"Father, Mother..." The child began to cry as he spoke, and the more he cried, the more he cried, as long as he could get over his breath.While weeping, he was still babbling "Father and Mother", looking extremely pitiful.

The man in white clothes wiped the child's tears with a handkerchief, without showing even the slightest bit of impatience, and without words of comfort, he just wiped the child's tears.

In fact, as soon as Hang Hehuan got closer, he heard a few words from the man in white, and he was sure in his heart that this man was Leng Qingjue.It's just that the appearance looks very different from today's, and even if you look closely, you can only see a vague resemblance.

Hang Hehuan squatted aside thinking, the original text didn't mention the story between the master and the apprentice at all...

Could it be that the world automatically made up for it?Then there is no need to make Hang Hehuan so miserable... But it seems to be able to explain why Hang Hehuan was so eager to die for her master later...

Hang Hehuan thought about it for a while, and the content of the conversation between the two over there, one big and one small, has changed.

"Do you have any other relatives?"

The child whose face was wiped clean looked very cute, it could be seen that it was a girl, and he didn't know whether he could understand Leng Qingjue's question, but just kept shaking his head.

Leng Qingjue, "Then are you willing to follow me?"

The child bit his lip, first turned his head to look at the burning house, then turned his head and tightly grabbed the corner of Leng Qingjue's clothes.

Leng Qingjue probably understood what she meant, and said: "Don't worry, I will collect the bones of your relatives for you."

The conversation here is not over yet, Hang Hehuan seems to be pushed by something, and suddenly falls to the ground.When she looked up again, the surroundings were already pitch black, but judging from the layout, it should be a bedroom.

Hang Hehuan stood up, but before he could stabilize his figure, he saw some black strands coming in through the crack of the door, coiled together on the head of the bed, looking like a ghost.

That thing first laughed "Jie Jie" for a while, and then spoke in a very strange tone: "You will be discovered sooner or later...Jie Jie—why don't you leave with me now...here...here you Sooner or later, I can't stay any longer...hehehe——come with me, let's go..."

Hang Hehuan could see clearly that the person on the bed was wrapped tightly in the quilt, but was shaking violently.

Soon the thing dissipated, but the next night, it came back.

"How did your parents die... Jie Jie—you must know that your parents were burned to death by those 'good people', you know best, right? Come with me... You shouldn't stay here... You shouldn't be like your parents..."

This thing basically appears every other night, and when it does appear, it doesn't do anything else, it just laughs and says something weird and then leaves.

But these fragmentary words put together made Hang Hehuan, who was listening on the sidelines, even more frightened. She seemed to be about to know something terrible...

After this situation lasted for about three months, finally on that night, the real Acacia finally broke out.

That thing first said something as usual, and then it seemed like it was about to rush into Zhenhang Hehuan's body without warning.Hang Hehuan watched nervously, even her pupils shrank for a moment, but in the next moment, the change of Zhenhang Hehuan made her eyes widen: Zhenhang Hehuan grabbed the ball with bare hands!And there was a strange purple light in the pupils of the eyes, and the expression on the whole face was wrong.

It is impossible for Hang Hehuan, as a loyal reader of this pit article, to know that the witch who appeared in the first thirty chapters is the standard purple pupil!In an instant, Hang Hehuan's heart is simply not enough for ten thousand grass mud horses, WTF! !What's wrong with the setting of Hang Acacia? ? ! !What kind of medicine did you take to turn into a demon? !

Hang Hehuan was no longer in the mood to continue watching the next thing.Leng Qingjue hates monsters and evil things the most. If she knew the identity of the real Hang Hehuan, then the protagonist probably wouldn't need to do anything. Leng Qingjue would have killed her first! !