She just stood there, looking at the entire cowshed. Her back looked a little lonely. I wonder what she was looking at? In fact, Yun Siying was using her mental power to look at the situation of the three people from the Shu family. Three wooden beds were built in the house where they lived, and they were covered with hay. The three of them were lying on the wooden beds, covered with tattered quilts, and were still talking.

Nangong Ruochen looked at Siying's lonely back and wanted to go up to her and hug her to comfort her, but the actual situation hindered his progress. The look in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Weilong became more and more unfriendly, dark and deep.

"Dad, Jianguo, Siying seems to have changed, but I have never wanted to believe it. She had just come of age, and suddenly one day she was told that her family was not her family. How helpless was she at that time? How sad was she when faced with their favoritism and distrust? When she was beaten to death, no one cared. How disheartened was she at that time?" Tang Lingxue said with a sob, tears rolling down her eyes.

"From then on, the way she looked at our family changed. She no longer had the friendship she had before towards us. She was indifferent. We broke her heart. She wanted to stay away from us. The moment she published the advertisement to sever ties with us, she no longer wanted us."

"It's my fault. Why didn't I check it a few more times? I believed the information I found so easily and led a wolf into the room, harming Siying, Chengzhi, and our Shu family." Shu Jianguo regretted it now.

"Okay, it's useless to say this now, Jianguo, find an opportunity to get close to Siying and tell her to beware of the new educated youths, as some of them might be hostile to her. We will have nothing to do with her in the future, and with our current identities, if we get close to her, we will implicate her." Shu Zhisheng looked much older, with regret in his eyes.

"I know, Dad. I will find a way to remind Siying." Shu Jianguo also wanted to do something for his daughter, but now they would be a burden to their daughter.

Perhaps due to the fatigue from the bumpy ride, the family of three fell asleep quickly, but the three people next door heard their conversation clearly and heard their even breathing.

Elder Ming whispered, "What Siying said is true. She is really Shu Jianguo's biological daughter."

"Why do people want to harm that girl?" asked Elder Ming, puzzled.

"Don't worry, ordinary people can't outwit her. Not only is she skilled in martial arts, she is also well versed in pharmacology." Old Hua felt that the girl was extraordinary.

Yun Siying smiled after hearing this. It seemed that Mr. Hua knew her quite well. After standing there for an hour, she turned around and went back to the Youth League Home. Zhao Weilong, who was following her, quickly hid away the moment she turned around.

He didn't notice at all that someone was slowly approaching him from behind, his mind was completely on Yun Siying in front of him. Suddenly, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and lost consciousness. Nangong Ruochen slapped him on the face, left and right, alternating left and right. The "pa pa pa" sound of the slaps was particularly crisp and loud in the silent night.

"The action of force is relative. You won't hit him with the sole of your shoe." A soft and pleasant voice came from behind him. He was very familiar with the owner of this voice. The hand that was hitting someone paused in mid-air. He turned around and looked at Siying in surprise. He was a little at a loss and stood there in a daze.

When he came to his senses and recalled what Siying said, his expression suddenly became aggrieved, and he said, "Aying, you don't know how thick-skinned this guy is. My hands are hurt from hitting him."

Yun Siying walked to his side, squatted down, took his two slender hands with distinct joints, and blew back and forth on his palms a few times. She looked at him slyly and asked, "Will it stop hurting now?"

"Yeah, yeah, it really doesn't hurt anymore." He excitedly held her slender, white, soft little hand, wrapping it in his warm big palm.

"Are you going to fight or not? If not, we should go back and rest." Yun Siying looked at Zhao Weilong's red and swollen face. It was simply unbearable to look at. He looked a little miserable, but she did not sympathize with him and wanted to go up and slap him twice more.

"The fight is almost over." Nangong Ruochen was in a good mood at the moment and planned to let him go today.

"Well, remember to use the soles of your shoes next time, so your hands won't hurt." Yun Siying kindly reminded.

"Yes, yes, yes. I'll listen to Aying. But, Aying, are you coming here because you're worried about the Shu family?" Nangong Ruochen still wanted to know Siying's attitude towards the Shu family.

"No, I was planning to come and see Master and the two masters, but I didn't expect to be followed by this guy. I thought he knew about my relationship with the Shu family, so I stopped here. I wanted to see the miserable state of the Shu family and let him get some cold wind." Yun Siying said truthfully.

"Your master?" Nangong Ruochen was confused. How come he didn't know when Siying became a master?

"Master 놖 is in the cowshed, don't tell anyone."

"Don't worry! You are very familiar with them. The safety of the two old leaders is one of your tasks."

"I see. It's too late now. Let's go visit them together and make some delicious food for them."

"Okay." The two men returned to the Youth League Home with light steps and no burden, leaving Zhao Weilong, who was beaten black and blue, lying in the village for a night with the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed.

In the dark night, the people in the village were already fast asleep. The wind was blowing, making a rustling sound, and many unknown insects in the grass were chirping, one after another, playing one symphony after another of nature.

Zhao Weilong gradually woke up. Everything in front of him was pitch black. He couldn't see his hand in front of him. His body was freezing cold. He realized that he was still lying on the ground, his whole body cold.

He touched the back of his neck and felt some pain. He remembered that someone hit him from behind before he fainted, which prevented him from seeing the murderer.

There was still a burning pain on his face, and he slowly got up from the ground. He felt his body was a little stiff, probably because he had been lying on the ground for too long. He took out a flashlight from his pocket and carefully surveyed the surroundings, but found no useful clues, so he carefully returned to the Youth League Home.

He looked in the clear water in the basin and saw that his handsome face was bruised and swollen. His deep eyes were filled with emotions, like a lion on the edge of rage.

If he were to find out who had attacked him, he would beat that person so badly that even his parents wouldn't be able to recognize him. He closed his eyes and suppressed the anger in his heart. While he was packing himself up, he was thinking about who he had offended since he arrived at the Hongxing Brigade. After thinking for a long time, he was sure that he had not offended anyone.

Could it be his competitors who did this? Thinking of this, a hint of viciousness flashed across his eyes. After he had tidied himself, he went to bed.