Chapter 115: Yun Piaomiao's Abnormality
Yun Piaomiao's eyes were sore. She looked up at the sky. The burning pain on her face was not as severe as the pain in her heart. Isn't she used to it? Didn't she no longer expect her motherly love?
But why do I still feel a little disappointed?
In Yun Piaomiao's memory, her mother would beat or scold her except when she was kind to her in front of her father. She used to often watch the children in her tribe acting like spoiled brats in their mothers' arms, and she felt extremely envious.
When she was a child, she also wanted her mother to hold her and comfort her softly. She studied hard, did everything well, and became what her mother wanted her to be. However, what he received each time was not his mother's gentle praise and comfort, but harsh criticism and endless beatings and scolding.
No more expectations, right? Why do I still feel so sad?
Yun Piaomiao walked out of Zhaiyue Tower with a gentle look on her face again. Along the way, she responded with gentle smiles to the disciples from her clan who greeted her, and received compliments from them.
"Our Saint is so beautiful! She feels like a little fairy."
"Yes, she is beautiful and kind! She is so gentle every time she sees us."
"She is worthy of being the Saint of Yao Chi. She is my idol."
As each word of praise reached his ears, Yun Piaomiao felt it was extremely ironic. These people only saw her beauty and holiness on the surface, but did not know the darkness and evil in her heart. I wonder what they would think if they knew the true appearance of the little fairy in their eyes?
She slowly walked into her Piaomiao Pavilion, and her face returned to its expressionless look. She sighed softly, as if she wanted to let out all the troubles in her heart. Then, she slowly sat down on the flower bench by the window, leaned back slightly, and allowed herself to completely relax.
"Saint." A deep voice suddenly sounded in her ears. Yun Piaomiao raised his eyes lazily and looked in the direction where the sound came from. There was a man in a black nightgown standing there, bowing to her.
Yun Piaomiao's eyes were as cold as ice, and she asked indifferently: "What's the matter?"
"The person has been caught and locked in a secret room as you instructed." The man in black replied respectfully.
"Got it, shall we go down?"
Yun Piaomiao nodded slightly and waved his hand calmly. After receiving the instructions, the man in black disappeared in the room like a ghost.
Yun Piaomiao sat there quietly, his thoughts gradually drifting away. She thought of her past, and those painful memories flooded into her heart like a broken dam.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself. She knew that she still had a lot of things to do and couldn't be swayed by her emotions.
She stood up and walked towards the secret room step by step.
The secret room was damp and dim, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood. Yun Piaomiao walked in and looked at the woman who was tied to a pillar with her head hanging, her life or death unknown.
The woman seemed to notice someone coming in and slowly raised her head to look at Yun Piaomiao.
"Saint?"
There was a look of surprise on her face, but there was an unconcealable joy in her eyes.
She was attacked a few days ago and used all her strength to escape, but she was ultimately defeated and didn't even know why she suffered this fate.
"Are you here to save me?"
Yun Piaomiao remained silent, staring coldly at the woman whose eyes were flickering with hope.
The woman finally noticed something was wrong and a look of horror appeared on her face.
"It was...you who arrested me? Why?"
"Why? Hahahahaha..."
Yun Piaomiao suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly, his face becoming hideous and distorted.
Why? Why? She also wanted to know why?
She did not answer, but formed seals with her hands like a gust of wind. Suddenly, black demonic energy surged from her body, like an airtight net, tightly wrapping the woman in front of her.
The woman let out a shrill wail instantly, as if the spiritual roots in her body were being dug out. The excruciating pain was like being skinned and having her tendons pulled out, making her feel like she was living a life worse than death.
As the black evil energy grew thicker, the woman's screams gradually became weaker, but Yun Piaomiao's face became more and more radiant.
She took a deep breath and a look of satisfaction appeared on her face.
Top-grade wood spiritual roots are becoming increasingly rare nowadays, like rare treasures in the world.
The black evil aura dissipated, and the bound woman's eyes opened wide with an expression of disbelief, and she was no longer alive.
…
At this time, An Ran and Xiao Ze were led by a disciple of the Yun family through the winding alleys and came to a small courtyard.
The yard is very small, but there is a huge sycamore tree growing in it. Yun Reyue was still wearing a long robe with wide sleeves. She sat leisurely in front of the small coffee table under the tree, sipping fragrant tea.
Seeing them coming, Yun Reyue showed an extremely elegant smile and spoke softly.
"Here we are. Sit down!"
An Ran and Xiao Ze sat obediently opposite him. An Ran took out the jade box from her bag, placed it on the small coffee table and said.
"Master Yun, this is the dream-interpreting grass. I only want the antidote I need, and the remaining dream-interpreting grass will be my reward. Do you think this is okay?"
Yun Reyue reached out her slender hand like a scallion and picked up the jade box, opened it and took a look, nodded with satisfaction and smiled.
"Very good, the quality is good. The girl is really not simple, she can actually find such a good quality dream interpretation grass."
"It was just luck! Master Yun, when will the antidote be ready?"
An Ran handed the dream-interpreting grass to Yun Reyue, feeling still a little anxious. Every day that mom doesn’t detoxify herself, she will suffer for one more day.
"We'll meet here again in three days."
Yun Reyue put away the jade box neatly, stood up and said.
"I'm leaving now. Please do as you please. This tea is good. It's okay to drink it before leaving."
After he finished speaking, he disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye like a gust of breeze.
Xiao Ze and An Ran sat side by side, silently savoring the commendable tea in Yun Reyue's mouth. An Ran took a sip of tea, lowered her eyes, stared at the teacup in her hand, and spoke softly.
"Brother Xiao, I want to go to Yunling to settle down."
When Xiao Ze heard this, he instantly understood An Ran's intention. An Ran wanted to find An Feiwan, the young master of the Yunling An family, he said after thinking for a moment.
"An Ran, are you sure that the young master of the An family is your father? There are many similar people in this world. Maybe they just look alike."
An Ran raised her head, looked at Xiao Ze with a firm gaze, and said.
"Brother Xiao, I am very sure that is my father. A person's face may be similar, but everyone's aura is unique. I have been with my father day and night for twenty years, how could I recognize the wrong person?"
Xiao Ze nodded and said.
"Then go and take a look! But the An family will definitely not admit it easily. The head of the An family has finally found his son, he will not easily recognize you."
An Ran frowned and thought for a moment, then said.
"Brother Xiao, I understand what you mean. Even if they believe that my father has children in the mortal world, they will not easily admit it. However, as long as we are good enough, they will not reject us."
"Besides, my father seems to have lost his memory, and I want to see if I can cure him. Anyway, the antidote for the beauty sleep will take three days to prepare, and I don't want to wait here."
"Well, I'll go with you!"
Xiao Ze said without hesitation.
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