But she felt the hard hand gradually loosen, and she quietly opened her eyes and saw Bai Qiandao looking away blankly, his expression no longer cold, but transformed into tenderness.
She turned around and looked, and there stood Zhao Linglan, as delicate as a magnolia, looking weakly and lonely in the night wind, her eyes still confused.
"Linglan..." Bai Qiandao stepped forward and stared at her.
Zhao Linglan's lips trembled slightly and she said: "I don't know why, but I turned around unconsciously and came back..."
Bai Qiandao was so emotional that he stepped forward and hugged her tightly. Even if she tried to break away, he would not let go. He murmured: "Linglan, I promise you that I will never hurt you again. Your fate will be better." I am unwilling to give in to those who are merciless to me. Let’s find a deserted place and live a good life..."
Zhao Linglan couldn't control it, hugged him tightly and cried.
In fact, she knew very well in her heart that because she loved him, she was afraid of losing him deep down in her heart, so she came back hesitantly and wanted to seek an opportunity.
Seeing the two of them hugging each other, Huaye'er felt as if her heart was cold and said, "There will be no good results if you two are together. The hatred of killing your relatives will lie in your heart and gnaw at your souls all the time."
Bai Qiandao suddenly turned around and struck out with his palm, but Zhao Linglan pulled him back, and the palm hit was empty.
"She loves you, you can't kill her mercilessly anymore!" Zhao Linglan was filled with tears. She didn't want her lover to be truly merciless.
Bai Qiandao was stunned, waved his hand, and sighed: "Huaye'er, get out of here and don't appear in front of me again."
Huaye'er's face turned pale. She glanced at Zhao Linglan with extremely complicated eyes. Then she looked at Bai Qiandao hatefully and said, "Bai Qiandao, listen carefully. If you wish, I will definitely kill you in the future."
Huaye'er leaped away, but Zhao Linglan also wanted to leave, but Bai Qiandao held her back and threw her away.
"I didn't say I forgive you, but I...want to see you and will be with you not far away!"
Zhao Linglan Yuyu left, and Bai Qiandao didn't stop her anymore, as long as she didn't have the intention to kill him, he didn't want to experience her ruthlessness and her torture.
Seeing her disappear into the forest, he thought again of the fickleness of fate. Will he really not experience pain in the future?
How ruthless the fate was, the love that broke his muscles and bones, the pain flowing in his blood, the cold and depressed desolation, and his fearful and sad heart. He already felt that he was not able to bear the burden, and he was deeply afraid that one day he would face helplessness again.
If you insist on killing you, you will be worried.
Zhao Linglan came to the place where Huaye'er once made her home, and settled there. She looked at the mountain peak every day, feeling sad and thinking quietly.
Bai Qiandao often stood on the top of the mountain here, watching her fluttering white dress in the distance, feeling depressed and thinking longingly.
Two people who love each other, fall in love from a distance, are dependent on each other, and miss each other carefully, but they are in trouble, guarding the love cliff of a mountain alone, and spending thousands of feet in peace.
One day, Bai Qiandao saw Huaye'er's figure appearing there, resisted the urge to go and looked at it coldly.
Two beautiful figures, side by side, didn't know what to say until the flowers and leaves danced away.
Zhao Linglan stood quietly, seemingly confused, and returned to the thatched cottage alone after a while.
Bai Qiandao turned back when he saw her going back. This had become a habit. She wanted to look at him, and he wanted to look at her.
One day, Bai Qiandao was surprised to see that there was a young child there. There was a smile on Zhao Linglan's face. Playing with him, she had become more mature, as if she had returned to the happy time in the past.
A few days later, he couldn't bear it anymore and quietly passed by. The child was only in his early teens, about three or four years old.
When Bai Qiandao heard this child call Zhao Linglan the fourth sister, he understood. Upon closer inspection, he indeed looked somewhat similar to the future Zhao Lingjun.
Little Zhao Lingjun is very cute at this time, with a rosy face, a babyish voice when talking, he likes to act coquettishly, and is also quite naughty.
A few days later, when Zhao Linglan went out to collect wild fruits, Bai Qiandao appeared in front of Zhao Lingjun.
Zhao Lingjun opened his innocent eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
Bai Qiandao smiled slightly and asked, "Are you afraid of being alone?"
"Don't be afraid, my father gave me a wooden ring to protect myself!" Zhao Lingjun stretched out his little hand with a wooden bracelet on his wrist, and asked: "Who are you?"
"Bai Qiandao."
"Are you the person that Fourth Sister likes?" Zhao Lingjun looked curious, innocent, and not afraid of anything new.
"Yes, I know your name is Zhao Lingjun, right?"
"Yes! Did Fourth Sister tell you?"
Bai Qiandao shook his head with a smile and asked, "How did you get here?"
"My mother sent it to me. She said that the fourth sister needs a companion and wants me to play with her."
A name appeared in Bai Qiandao's mind, Zheng Guping, who was rumored to be an extremely skilled swordsman.
"Don't your mother think it's dangerous for you to be here?"
Bai Qiandao has always had a question. It seems that the Zhao family has a laissez-faire attitude toward Zhao Linglan, and they have not instilled the idea that they are enemies in Zhao Lingjun. This is very abnormal.
"Why is it dangerous?"
Zhao Lingjun asked back, but Bai Qiandao didn't know how to respond. He pondered for a moment and said, "Xiao Lingjun, can we be friends?"
"Can you play with me?"
"Can."
"we are good friends."
Bai Qiandao's young face and innocent smile made Bai Qiandao sigh for a moment, how good Zhao Lingjun was at that moment, unlike how he would glare at him angrily and shout to kill him later.
"I saw you and Linglan making clay figurines, let's make them together and play!"
Zhao Lingjun jumped up and down, clapped his hands and cheered, full of childish fun.
Bai Qiandao's craftsmanship was really impressive. He made some animals that were lifelike. Zhao Lingjun played with them in his hands and couldn't put them down.
"Fourth sister, look at the puppies, chickens, and tiger cubs!"
Bai Qiandao turned to look at Zhao Linglan, who was standing not far away, and smiled at her with a lively smile. With Xiao Lingjun, his mood became much younger.
Zhao Linglan walked over slowly, touched Zhao Lingjun's head, took out a square handkerchief, wiped the mud off his face, and asked, "Do you like it?"
"I like it. Brother Qiandao is so awesome, it looks like he can squeeze it!"
Zhao Linglan took out the wild fruit from her arms and said, "Wash your hands and eat the fruit!"
Then he turned to Bai Qiandao and said, "You too, you can only eat it after washing it."
Bai Qian was so happy that she took Zhao Lingjun's little hand and went to the stream to wash hands together.
Xiao Lingjun was extremely happy. Brother Qiandao could also make paper kites, cloth tigers, lanterns, and spinning tops that he had never played with before. He could even make a wooden dog that ran bumpy and bumpy, and he followed behind happily. Chase.
The smile on Zhao Linglan's face grew more and more, and she looked at Bai Qiandao with unabashed tenderness, as if she had returned to her previous sentimentality.
Until one time, when Bai Qiandao was alone with Zhao Lingjun, he accidentally touched the wooden ring on his wrist. A woman suddenly appeared and slapped him.
He was completely unprepared and was hit. Although the damage was not great, his heart immediately sank into an abyss.
Daman was exhausted, and the most bizarre power of the Zhao family was actually refined into the wooden spirit circle using a secret method, just to give him a fatal blow.
Bai Qiandao knew something was wrong, so he took a look at Zhao Lingjun who was shouting for his mother in surprise, and quickly ran away.
Zhao Linglan heard the shouting, and when she came over, she saw Zhao Lingjun standing there blankly, and Bai Qiandao had disappeared.
When asked, she knew that Zheng Guping's shadow appeared and struck Bai Qiandao. She understood, her body swayed, and her face turned pale.
Bai Qiandao was trying his best to escape, but there was a figure behind him, always chasing after him, it was Zheng Guping.
This woman was so vicious that she actually used her own flesh and blood, a child, to deal the most insidious blow to him.
His strength is gradually weakening and he is getting older. He knows that it is difficult to escape, and he is looking for a way to change.
Three figures suddenly appeared in front of him and launched a fierce attack on him. At this moment, he only saw one person he knew, and it was Zhao Lingjue, the third eldest son of the Zhao family.
Zhao Lingjue was not very strong, but the two of them were both top masters, one wielding a sword and the other wielding a sword.
The swords are more powerful when combined, and the killing power is intensive and fierce.
Bai Qiandao used his remaining strength and struck forward. With a bang, he knocked back his opponent. He staggered back more than ten meters and spurted out a mouthful of blood. There were deep wrinkles on his face.
Zheng Guping caught up with her and saw that she was a graceful and beautiful young woman. She was actually nearly fifty years old and was well-maintained.
At this time, her eyes were filled with hatred and she shouted: "Bai Qiandao, you deserve death for killing my son, take your life!"
Bai Qiandao sighed, now he had no strength to fight anymore and could only summon the divine shadow.
Li Meilian appeared in an illusion, but she had an angry look on her face, and shouted: "My father was practicing cultivation before he was born, and those gods messed up the Tiangang. I am impatient and want to kill the gods. Why do you summon...who dares to take action against me at this time?" All destroyed.”
Before Bai Qiandao could say anything, Li Meilian had already applied the bleeding lotus and circled around. Zheng Guping and the other two looked at their chests in horror, and there was a blood hole in their chests, and they died.
Li Meilian looked at the dumbfounded Bai Qiandao again, frowned and said: "You are so old again, with a sense of decline, that's all, who made me destined to be with you, let me help you again!"
Her phantom was thrown towards Bai Qiandao, and the extremely pure power entered her body and circulated around the sky, digesting Da Man's exhausted Qi.
Bai Qiandao wanted to cry but had no tears. When he summoned her this time, he didn't even have time to speak. Before he could react, she was so angry that he killed Zheng Guping and Zhao Lingjue directly.
Although his strength was fully restored and his appearance remained the same, his heart was heavy.
Looking at the dead mother and son, Bai Qiandao looked up to the sky and sighed. After all, fate runs along the track, and it is useless to go backwards.
He looked at the beautiful figure leaping over again, feeling helpless and waiting for the fate of his fate. I'm afraid it won't be good this time.
"Mother, third brother..." Zhao Linglan looked at the body on the ground and cried out sadly.
She hugged Zheng Guping and cried bitterly, her voice like a howl. Bai Qiandao stood helplessly, wailing in her heart.
"Bai Qiandao, you are a murderer, and you killed my mother and third brother. This hatred should be sworn in!"
Zhao Linglan stood up and pointed at Bai Qiandao, her charming face was filled with sorrow and hatred.
Bai Qiandao was unable to explain and summoned Li Meilian. This was tantamount to his fighting power. Although it was not his intention, he was killed because of it.
"Why? Why? I gave up blood feud, abandoned hatred, and was willing to join hands with you for a better life, but you killed my family again and again?"
