The villain's deadly support

This was destined to be a disturbing night, Wen Chuchu finally exhausted her internal energy, and fell asleep without knowing anything.

When she woke up the next day, it was already close to noon. In the empty room, there was no figure of Xiao Qingxian, and it looked extraordinarily cold.

Wen Chuchu felt that she was getting weaker and weaker recently, that is, she often felt exhausted, and her physical strength seemed to be getting worse.

If you compare yourself to a pocket, and the demon power to rice grains, she used to be able to hold a pocket of rice grains. After losing the demon pill, she can barely hold half a pocket of rice grains. Until now, she feels that her There is only one bowl of demon power that can be accommodated in the body.

It's not that Wen Chuchu doesn't worry, but even if she really tells Xiao Qing about this kind of trouble, it will only add to her worries and make Xiao Qing nervous, which won't do any good at all.

So Wen Chuchu ran to the yard in a hurry, stretched out the vines in his palm, inserted them directly into the ground, and while wantonly absorbing the nutrients of the spiritual veins, he actually couldn't get much.

When she barely regained her energy, when she returned to the room, Xiao Qing saw that the tattered robe that was torn yesterday had been neatly folded today.

And the hairpin I made was solemnly wrapped in a handkerchief and placed on the clothes neatly.

Wen Chuchu touched the robe and couldn't help but hook the corners of her lips. A Xian, this little guy, despite his young age, can't do things delicately and seriously, probably because he was afraid that he would throw away the ragged robe. Folded so carefully, right?

But when he thought about that little bastard master, Wen Chuchu couldn't help but turn dark again.

What the hell is that garbage Taoist planning?Wen Chuchu didn't know much about Xiu's knowledge, but even if she didn't know much, she could still sense that something was wrong with Xiao Qing's title.

On the one hand, it is Xiao Qing's fate to be a great success, and on the other hand, it is the little guy's painful days and nights, which makes Wen Chuchu not know how to make a choice.

She rubbed the center of her brows, and stood up tiredly. When she raised her eyes, she saw that there was breakfast prepared by Xiaoqing on the table. The batter was probably already completely cold, but the pastry didn't matter.

Wen Chuchu walked to the table, pinched a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth, opened a teacup, poured some water to quench his thirst.

The small spout of the teapot was not exquisitely made, and the clear water poured out was dripping everywhere.

Wen Chuchu put the teapot back on the table again. She stared at the water stains on the table, took a bite of the pastry, and suddenly stretched out her hand to smear on the table.

Swimming along the water stains with her fingertips, Wen Chuchu wrote the words "Xian" and "Xian" on the table.

Xiao Qing must have changed his name because something happened, "Why did you change your name?"

Unbeknownst to Wen Chuchu, at this time Shen Qinglian, who had transformed into a primordial spirit, was looking at her quietly with his brows furrowed.

If Shen Qingxian remembered correctly, she had never told Wen Chuchu that her current name was Shen Qinglian.

Xian and Xian have the same pronunciation, how did Wen Chuchu identify her subsequent name?

"Boss, what should I do? If I change your life without authorization, will you blame me?"

When she heard this sentence, Shen Qingxian raised her gaze in shock, and eagerly took half a step forward, and when she opened her mouth to say something, she realized that Wen Chuchu was only talking to herself in distress Just talking to myself.

She watched Wen Chuchu sulkily holding half a piece of pastry and sat on the side of the couch, she didn't know why she followed, why she sat beside Wen Chuchu, why she stared at the girl intently.

Yes, such a fate, should it be changed or not?Even Shen Qingxian himself did not have an answer to this question.

If Wen Chuchu takes him to avoid Ling Guchen, she may never be able to find the real culprit who killed her parents in her whole life, and she will become an ordinary girl, mediocre, ordinary, and will not bear the burden of killing. pain.

But she needs the ability to take revenge, even when she was a child, she was also obsessed with this matter, her parents can't just turn into dust in such a muddle, someone must pay the price for her family's destruction!

But she would rather not experience that kind of life, Shen Qinglian longed for Wen Chuchu to take her away and avoid that bloody storm, even if she would achieve nothing in the future, she also hoped that Wen Chuchu could protect her.

Let her not experience the past that even the memories can't stop hating.

Shen Qing looked sideways at Wen Chuchu, she stretched out her hand with a wry smile, and slowly covered the back of Wen Chuchu's hand.

Their hands overlapped, they were so close, but Wen Chuchu couldn't feel her presence.

The two are extremely close, but they are separated by a world so far away, so far away that Shen Qinglian has tried all kinds of methods, but there is nothing he can do.

Are you gentle?

Shen Qingxian didn't know why, a person like her who didn't believe in fate would entrust her fate to such an unreliable girl.

However, Shen Qinglian's mentality also changed little by little. If Wen Chuchu is her destiny, then let Wen Chuchu decide all of this. It's all good, relief or revenge. Shen Qinglian wants Wen Chuchu to do it for her. Decide.

"I don't know the answer to such a difficult problem, so I'll leave it to you..." Shen Qingyan lowered her eyes bitterly, and shook her hand, but it's a pity that Wen Chuchu couldn't feel anything.

"Crack! Crack!!" When Shen Qinglian heard some inexplicable sounds, she raised her head.

Just saw Wen Chuchu raised his hands and patted his cheek vigorously!

"Wen Chuchu, you can't be so depressed!" The girl was trying to cheer herself up, "You're already dead, what do you want little Axian to do!"

While talking, Wen Chuchu stood up again, with her hands behind her back, like an old man, going back and forth in the room endlessly, "Something must be done! If you don't do it, nothing will change !"

Shen Qinglian knew that Wen Chuchu must have had his own ideas, so he happily floated up and followed Wen Chuchu's side again, only frowning, quietly looking down at the somewhat silly girl.

Wen Chuchu turned around suddenly and stopped by the table.

In order to maintain her strength and not to worry Xiao Qing, she poured the cold batter into her stomach in two or three bites. The pastry seemed to have a grudge against her, and even after eating, she would eat it with a hideous face. Gritting teeth.

After Wen Chuchu wolfed down her breakfast and cleaned up the dishes, she walked to the yard alone.

As if he had some plans, he looked around and saw no one, so he walked out of the courtyard alone, dropped the courtyard bolt, and ran towards the sky steps.

no!She was still worried that Xiao Qing would face the stinky Taoist priest alone.

After Wen Chuchu climbed up Ruoxiu Mountain with hands and feet, he squatted behind the bushes and observed quietly.

Some external disciples can enter the mountain gate, but the disciples guarding the mountain will check the bamboo tokens worn by everyone on their waists.

This reminded Wen Chuchu that Xiaoqing also had a piece with the little guy's name written on it. It seemed that without that, Wen Chuchu would not be able to enter the inner sect through the mountain gate.

But Wen Chuchu was not discouraged because of this, she stretched her neck, squinted her eyes, and tried to look at the scene behind the mountain gate, but she could not see much, because the road behind the mountain gate was rugged and the mountain wall was steep, like a natural The big screen blocked the scene of Neizong.

The sights that can be seen are really limited, and Wen Chuchu couldn't even dig out any effective information.

It seems that the mountain gate cannot be entered.

There is another unexpected style of play that Wen Chuchu is most familiar with, that is...

This cliff, condescending, falling from the sky is perfect!

right!Just do it, Wen Chuchu walked around the bushes and walked to the north of the mountain far away from the mountain gate.

Looking at the steep cliff, Wen Chuchu imitated the appearance of a strong man, rolled up his sleeves, poohed his palm twice, and then climbed up bravely.

Wen Chuchu, who was not familiar with mountain climbing, was obviously not good at these fields.How did she know that to become a person with the ability to time travel, she also needs to learn to go to the sky and enter the earth, and survive in the wild?

"Mmm! Hmm—" Wen Chuchu exerted all her strength, sweating profusely, if she accidentally fell down, she might lose half of her life if she didn't fall into a pulp, right?

"Come on, Wen Chuchu!" She was still cheering herself up.

Due to the lack of exercise and the lack of strength for a long time, the fingertips still trembled, and the feet kept slipping, and almost turned into a girl who lost her footing.

As time went by, every time she moved, Wen Chuchu felt that she was draining the last bit of her strength.

"Don't...don't give up!" Wen Chuchu gasped out of breath, and with her movements, whether it was from her heart or something else, the air became thinner and thinner.

She was still trying to be brave, she looked up at the cliff, the end was still towering into the sky, and she didn't know how long it would take to climb to the top of the mountain.

In the end, her legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and Wen Chuchu began to regret it. She should have taken the rope to climb the mountain if she had known earlier. If she fell...

"Uh... girl..." At this moment, a wrinkled old man nodded his gentle shoulder.

"Immortal!!!" Wen Chuchu yelled excitedly, when she tremblingly turned her head...

Wait a minute, isn't this the old man Xiaoqing gave the porridge to?

"Girl, you are..." The old man looked Wen Chuchu from head to toe, then raised his head again, staring at Wen Chuchu in embarrassment, "Uh, can you return the basket to me?"

Wen Chuchu looked at the old man and blinked. She loosened her hands, and instead of falling off the cliff as she imagined, she stepped firmly on a basket.

And that basket was the step that Wen Chuchu stepped on in order to start.

Is there any more embarrassing experience?

Wen Chuchu jumped off the basket in sweat, and lifted the basket back to the old man with sore hands.

"You are..." The old man still had a curious expression on his face, and he looked at Wen Chuchu from afar, lying on the wall like a gecko baring his teeth and claws.

"Exercise...exercise your body..." Wen Chuchu scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, then opened his arms and shook his shoulders to pretend to be exercising, "Today, today, the weather is really nice!"

What a shame!

Shen Qing looked at that Wen Chuchu who ran away without a trace and shook his head.

This girl is hopeless...

Shen Qinglian didn't know what was going on with him, he already knew that Wen Chuchu was an unreliable girl, yet he always chose to believe in Wen Chuchu intermittently?

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who threw mine yesterday!