In fact, An Peisheng and Su Lan had guessed An Ning's answer, but when they actually heard it from An Ning's mouth, they couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
For Su Lan, An Ning was her own flesh and blood, the one she had carried for ten months, a blood relative by blood. As mother and daughter, she deeply regretted that things had come to this.
"Ding ding ding ding..."
The iron chain, as thick as a wrist, made a crisp clanging sound, instantly waking the boy lying on the deathbed.
The young man had his hair tied up high with a crown, dressed in white with black hair, and had a handsome and flamboyant appearance. If his lips were not pale and colorless, what an amazing young man he would be.
Before he could even look up at the person, he was pulled tightly into an embrace. The person holding him was burning hot, and their heavy breathing splattered on his fair neck, causing it to turn red.
The man murmured softly, "Master..."
The boy was startled back to his senses by the word "master," and abruptly pushed away the person who was hugging him from the front, shouting, "Who's your master? Don't touch me!"
He used a lot of force and easily pushed the person away when they were off guard.
He glared at the man he had pushed back two steps, and said, word by word, "Let me leave, Feng Ye."
For example, I only attracted the attention of this person in my dream because I was too low-key and flamboyant. So I stopped acting in a high-profile manner before I was four years old. The dream said that I would travel and gain some fame when I was seventeen or eighteen. So I stayed obediently in the Qingtian Sect when I was seventeen or eighteen, which was a step outside the sect.
There was more than one person who came!
-
"Saving a life is better than building a pagoda."
The night was very white last night. Even though I was using a light-up device in this deep forest, all I could see was a white blur, and I couldn't see the path under my feet at all.
Looking out the window at the still dim sky, Hua Ge breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master...Master, if we made a mistake that time, this scoundrel said he saw that I didn't have the Paper Kite Girl's handkerchief under me, then it must be a mistake!"
At first I thought it was a corpse, because I used a lot of force when I kicked it, but the person didn't react at all. It wasn't until I reached out to touch the person to check for breath that I realized I had misjudged.
This is something I found last night while chasing this robber. It's been around for years.
What if it's looking for me?
"..."
"Have they heard? The thief who kidnapped dozens of girls from Nianwen Fan over the past month has been found!"
The first dharma I know is my childhood memories of cultivation, then quickly to my youthful travels, and finally back to the scene where I was confined to a small world. Any further changes or alterations will only repeat the same scene.
After that kiss, which she accepted, landed on her, Gao Qian suddenly opened her tightly closed eyes.
After January, several girls went missing. The owner of Nianwenfan sent out disciples with weak magic from various sects at great expense to search for them, but they all returned empty-handed.
I scoffed before I heard the middle-aged woman's words, "The worst is..."
At that time, Hua Ge did not use any magical artifacts for lighting; he walked backwards entirely by instinct, and accidentally stepped on something.
The bed in that inn was placed diagonally opposite the door; you could see the person lying under the bed as soon as you opened the door.
Gao Qian coughed abruptly, startled by my words, and sat up abruptly. "What?"
At this moment, the servant was seeing the scene under the small wooden bed. The image was very impactful to me, and I stammered for a long time before continuing, "I never imagined that it would be a thief who is taboo to be with women!"
My master advised me to pay close attention, as I was born with a very bad destiny and would be hindered by such things.
The burly man pointed to the bed frame on top of me, "He's sleeping with a woman."
The woman you called Pavilion Master was dressed in black, with an upright posture. There was no carved mask under her face, and the other half of her face was exposed with a stern expression.
Hua Ge suddenly opened her eyes slightly. As far as the eye could see, there was a bustling crowd. We rushed backward, our destination being the inn where I was staying!
Of course, I've omitted all of these beautiful details.
The informant, the servant, walked last. Relying on his memory, he reached the door of the white-robed Taoist priest's room from the previous night. With a haughty shrug, he kicked open the door and muttered, "That good-for-nothing Taoist priest of his, he'd better wait..."
He probably just fainted.
And in the dream, it said that I would meet the woman in the dream for the first time in the Qingtian Sect's small competition when I was 22 years old, so I went on a journey that year.
Gao Qian listened, but not entirely. I would always consciously or unconsciously avoid actions that would put me in danger in my dreams.
The person who had fainted in the deep forest was fortunate enough to be stepped on by me, and that's how I discovered him.
More than why that group of people broke into my room so early in the morning, I'm curious about how that servant figured out that men and women are taboo.
Today is my first day up the mountain.
"He looks like a fair-skinned Taoist priest. You really can judge a book by its cover!"
Even after hearing the commotion, Hua Ge remained motionless, lying under the bed, ready to observe the situation.
It's that same dream again. Ever since I was four years old and fell into the water and hit my head, certain absurd yet incredibly real scenes have been frequently appearing in my dreams.
Early that morning, everyone waited for the sun to rise. Qifeng Town, located at the foot of Qingtian Sect, the number one sect in the heavens, was unusually quiet. The reason was that the thieves who had kidnapped dozens of girls in January from the famous brothel outside Qifeng Town, Nian Gaoqian, had been found.
The scoundrel was not referring to the bed board, but to someone else under the bed board.
My words trailed off, my eyes fixed on the scene behind me. After a long pause, I finally managed to stammer, "What—what are they doing?"
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com