Chapter 42 The Demon Lord Becomes My Little Guardian 14

The woman seemed to have regained some clarity, and her cloudy eyes gradually became clear.

"How are you now?"

Jiang Zhi picked up a cup of tea, put a small pill in it and handed it over

The woman took it and drank it down her throat. Her dry and sore throat gradually became moistened, and intermittent but extremely clear words came out of her mouth.

"My name is Shuangjiang, the eldest daughter of the Xiao family. The year I came of age, a group of men in black broke into my home, killed over fifty members of my family, and abducted and imprisoned me. It was only after I was imprisoned that I discovered the mastermind behind this was actually Wang Chaoyang, the leader of the Lingxuan Sect, a cultivator who was regarded as a brilliant figure by everyone."

At this point, Shuangjiang began to choke up, tears sliding from his eyes to his thin cheeks. His lips moved, but he still couldn't tell about that dark experience.

Jiang Zhi gently stroked her hair. Due to years of lack of nutrition, her hair had become dry and yellow, and emitted a strange smell.

"If you don't want to talk about it, don't talk about it"

Jiang Zhi drove the two grown men out of the room and filled two large buckets of flower petal water for her to bathe.

Frost's fate was caused by those eyes. When you get to the bottom of it, you realize that it was you who harmed her.

Jiang Zhi took off the dirty, smelly, and torn clothes on Shuangjiang's body, revealing the scars of all sizes that were glaring.

The wounds varied in depth. Some were old wounds that had not been treated, leaving marks, while others were new wounds that had been inflicted not long ago. After this ordeal, they began to bleed.

Jiang Zhi's nose felt sore, and she looked up at the ceiling, only then did her tears stop flowing.

Shuangjiang understood everything the first time she saw Jiang Zhi. Even though she had changed her appearance, her eyes were still clear and beautiful, with a unique charm.

In fact, the two pairs of eyes are not alike at all. Jiang Zhi's eyes are clean and mysterious, while his own eyes are willful and spoiled by his parents.

In the secret room, Wang Chaoyang refused to feed her, chained her neck, and forced her to crawl on the floor. Whenever he felt unhappy about something, he would whip her mercilessly. Even when she knelt down and begged for mercy without dignity, Wang Chaoyang showed no mercy.

He didn't touch her because he thought she was dirty, but he didn't let her go. It was extremely ironic.

"Cry! Cry! Bitch!"

"Don't laugh! It's not like her if you laugh again! Shut up!"

"Hahahaha! Crawl! Crawl like a dog!"

He doesn't love me, he just looks for the shadow of an old friend in me.

He didn't love his old friend either, he was just unwilling to give up and had a desire to conquer.

From beginning to end, he only loves himself.

While bathing, Shuangjiang used a towel to vigorously wipe every part of her body. Even though her delicate skin was bleeding and the scabby wounds were festering and smelly, she did not stop moving her hands.

Jiang Zhi stood aside and watched with reluctance, but she did not stop it.

This is Frost's farewell ceremony to the past, and also her rebirth.

Shuangjiang changed into Jiang Zhi's old clothes and took Jiang Zhi's hand and sat down beside the bed.

The tone is nostalgic, remembering the stories of the past

"Actually, I know your junior brother. Before he joined Ling Xuan Sect, his name was Huai Jin, and he and my family are old friends. When I first met Huai Jin, I was only two years old, and he was three. Uncle Huai held her hand and said to me, 'Little Shuangjiang, come and see, this is your brother Huai Jin.'"

At that moment, Xiao Shuangjiang thought the little boy in front of her was truly handsome and sweetly called out "Brother Huaijin." Little Huaijin was shy and ignored her with a pout. The girl's uninhibited gaze made her feel strange and uncomfortable, so she clung to her father's sleeve and hid behind him.

The two people really met when Shuangjiang was ten years old. At that time, Huaijin was eleven years old. His facial features had gradually grown and he was a head taller than Shuangjiang.

This was the second time the two met.

The little girl still sweetly called Huai Jin brother, and Huai Jin's reaction was not the first time. Although he still blushed, he politely replied, "Hello, sister Shuang Jiang." The boy's eyes were filled with stars and the sea, while the girl's eyes were only filled with the boy.

Later, Huai Jin joined the army to fight and lost contact with Shuang Jiang.

Shuangjiang could only learn a little about the boy's recent situation from Uncle Huai.

Huai Jin said the food in the military camp was terrible.

Shuangjiang went into the kitchen and brought him delicious food, and the little girl's white and tender hands were burned and had many blisters.

Huai Jin said that it was very cold in the military camp at night and he couldn't sleep all night.

When Frost Descent comes, a large quilt will be sent, even though he fell on the steep and rugged mountain road and cut his knee.

Huai Jin said that his cloth shoes were broken and the soles of the shoes distributed by the camp were very hard and very uncomfortable.

Frost picked up her needlework and made pair after pair of soft cloth shoes.

Later, Huai Jin wrote to say that he had made a great contribution and was going to be a general.

Uncle Huai took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Shuangjiang.

This was sent to her by Huai Jin.

There are only four words on the envelope - Wait for me to marry you

At that time, Shuangjiang counted the days on his fingers every day. There was still one month, half a month, three days, and one day before Brother Huaijin would return home.

On the day Huai Jin retired, Shuang Jiang put on vermilion and white powder, waiting for Huai Jin's return in the best posture. She waited until the evening, holding the letter and scolding Huai Jin as a little liar. Suddenly, her father broke into the room, carrying a large bag and dragging her hand out, saying, "The Huai family is suspected of rebellion and has been executed."

Shuangjiang shook off her father's hand and cried willfully, "I won't leave. Brother Huaijin won't die. He will come back to marry me."

"Snap"

Father Xiao slapped her and shattered all her dreams. "How long are you going to be so willful? Are you going to kill our whole family?"

Shuangjiang was stunned. This was the first time her father hit her.

Shuangjiang turned around crying and brought the letter out in front of Xiao's father's disappointed eyes.

The Xiao family and the Huai family had a private relationship. In order to avoid being suspected and implicated, Xiao's father moved his entire family to the south. Since then, Shuangjiang lost all news of Huai Jin.

She has kept the letter to this day. She has a premonition that Brother Huaijin is not dead and he will come back to marry her.

What happens next is clear. Huai Jin suffers a devastating blow and loses her memory, and is adopted by Jiang Zhi and named Ling Jiang. Shuang Jiang's entire family is exterminated, and she becomes Wang Chaoyang's concubine. After many twists and turns, the two eventually meet.

Shuangjiang will never forget what her father said to her when he died: "Xiaojiang, Daddy doesn't blame you, you have to live on, you have to live well."

After listening to all the stories, Jiang Zhi was speechless for a long time. After a while, he managed to say, "I can help you call it back..."

"No need, Shuangjiang and Huaijin are already dead in the past, there is no going back to the past."

Shuangjiang shook her head slightly and interrupted Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi didn't force her and told her to have a good rest and take care of herself.

After Jiang Zhi left, Shuangjiang finally couldn't hold back her grievances anymore and hurriedly wiped away the tears that were sliding down her eyes.

The voice was mumbling, and in the quiet night it was hard to hear clearly. I could vaguely make out a few words: "I no longer have a new life."

Frost's eyes were red as she lifted the wet hair from the back of her neck. A line of words carved with a knife was hard to ignore under the bright moonlight. That word was - Yang.