Chapter 214

Hancha City, street

The emaciated man who was seriously injured limped over and saw the figure in the snow from a distance.

The pace at his feet was rapid, dragging his seriously injured body step by step.

In the wind and snow, the little body swayed constantly. The wind and snow blew, and the body was like a fragile weed, which could not be destroyed.

Along the way, someone had noticed the girl's abnormality for a long time, and many people kindly came to dissuade and wanted to help the girl up, but they were rejected by the girl.

Originally pretty face, in the cold wind, the cold purple, the top of the eyebrows hung with pieces of glittering and translucent snowflakes, making the girl look like an ice sculpture.

"Qian'er, what's the matter with you? Why are you kneeling here?"

The thin man knelt down and hugged the girl tightly. He was about to pull her up, but the girl's eyes flashed slightly and broke free.

"Dad, this is the test of predecessors."

Take away the thin man's hand, and the girl's body is still kneeling tightly in the snow.

She has forgotten how long she knelt in the snow. She only knows that the cold wind and blizzard in front of her are constantly destroying herself, and she seems to be the one forgotten by heaven and earth?

"Qian'er, you......"

As soon as the thin man's expression changed, there was a color of shame in his eyes. When he lowered his head, he saw that the snow under him was a bit bright red in the white snow.

When I looked at it, I saw my legs kneeling all the time, as if they were integrated with the snow, and there were slight blood marks on one side, which was shocking.

"Dad is useless, dad is useless."

Drops of tears fell in the snow and turned into crystal. The man secretly blamed himself. As a father, he failed to fulfill his father's duty and even protect his daughter.

Silent tears, a sense of sadness filled the air. In the wind and snow, the cold wind is cold, and what is colder than the cold wind is the helpless heart.

In the distant Teahouse

As Chen Xiaoming was cooking tea, he stared at it. He saw a touching scene of father daughter love, but he was unmoved.

Indeed, this scene is indeed very sympathetic. As far as Chen Xiaoming is concerned, what does it matter.

There are many touching things in the world, such as the vast sea of smoke. Does he have to sympathize with Chen Xiaoming?

He is not a saint, just as he decided to practice medicine in the world, for cause and effect, for origin and for himself.

I have been in this vast river of time and have never been detached. How can I have leisure and elegance to be the saint who saves the world.

"Calculate the time. It should be about the same."

Looking at the sky, Chen Xiaoming picked up the cooked tea, poured a cup and sipped it leisurely.

In late winter, even though the girl is a monk on the fourth floor of the gas condensation period, she is still not much different from ordinary people after all.

Reiki's resistance to wind and snow is limited. With the cultivation of the latter in the condensation period, it is almost to the limit.

Under the wind and snow, in the street

The emaciated man and woman knelt in the snow, silently bearing the attack of the cold wind.

The emaciated man's body was seriously injured. With the invasion of the cold, his face suddenly changed, but he still clenched his teeth and insisted hard.

He's useless. He can't even protect his daughter. But as a father, all he can do is bear it with his daughter.

"Are those two people stupid? What are they kneeling in the snow?"

"You don't know. The girl has been kneeling for a long time and doesn't get up and leave."

"It's a pity that such a poor child will be frozen to death."

“………………”

A sound of confusion and sighs, during which some kind-hearted people went to help, but they were all rejected. The emaciated man's posture of freezing to death in the snow made everyone puzzled.

"Poof."

Under the blizzard, a mouthful of blood recognized that the emaciated man's body was soft and fell directly on the snow. The girl who was struggling to insist on one side woke up instantly. At the moment, the consciousness devastated by the wind and snow gathered again with the blood in front of him.

"Dad, what's the matter with you? Dad!"

The girl stretched out her hands to help the thin man's body, but the arm distance was not long enough.

With a mouthful of blood, the thin man fell directly into the snow. He was unconscious. His body, which was already seriously injured, could not withstand the attack of the cold wind. At the moment, his breath was gradually weak.

"Dad, don't scare me. I'll come right away."

The tears in the girl's eyes were low. She loved the man. She bent down, stretched forward and went to the man.

But there is still a slight difference from the man's body.

Thinking of the test, she glanced at her father's body and made a decision in the girl's eyes.

I accept this test because I have the strength to protect my father?

Now my father doesn't know whether he will live or die. What should I do to adhere to this test.

Just when the girl decided to get up, a dignified voice rang in her ear.

"If you insist on half a cup of tea, you can become my disciple. Do you want to give up now?"

The voice was made by Chen Xiaoming. The girl was stunned when she heard the speech, but then she resolutely left it behind.

Even if you can become a disciple of a senior expert, it is not as important as your father.

"If you want to be my disciple, you will surely step into the top of the heavens and become a peerless strong man overlooking all sentient beings. Do you really want to refuse?"

The voice of words came again, and the meaning of bewitchment in words was self-evident.

The girl frowned, her eyes slowly raised and looked at the vast world in front of her.

"Yes, I refuse!"

The words fell, and the girl did not hesitate. Her legs, which had been frozen by ice and snow, had long been integrated with the snow. At the moment, she wanted to stand up, but she brought down the flesh and blood of her legs.

"Quack..."

Gritting her teeth, the sound of tooth friction came out. The girl's face was ferocious and frightening. She used her hands and feet together. She just got up from the snow.

Above the legs, flesh and blood blurred, ragged clothes and flesh and blood together, bloody can't bear to look straight at.

Slowly lift up, step by step, just one step, the girl seems to have exhausted all her strength. The tortured broken consciousness still doesn't stick to it under the severe pain.

As soon as her body was soft, the girl looked deeply at her father in front of her and thought she could leave with him. She couldn't help stretching out her hands towards him.

The distance between them, with that step, was finally enough, but the girl lost everything.

Just before his consciousness completely fell asleep, a vague figure appeared in the wind and snow, and a slight sigh echoed in his ears.

"Oh, what a similar character!"