C24 It Was Time to Go Back to the Story!

Lying in a room that the Heavenly Sword Sect had arranged for her, the Xue Qilin stared at the ceiling, counting the wood grains. It was unable to sleep.

After the banquet ended, due to the fact that Jinling City had already been locked up, many guests settled down in Heavenly Sword Mountain Zhuang. Due to the Heavenly Jade Palace's high status, Xue Qilin and the others were arranged to stay in a courtyard. The bed wasn't too bad, of course, but she tossed and turned. She wasn't worried about anything. She just slept too much.

After tossing and turning on the bed for another quarter of an hour, the Snow Qilin sighed in despair.

Due to the fact that martial artists practiced martial arts, they were always full of energy. Usually, they would only sleep for two or six hours.

She had slept for the whole day. It would be a problem if she could still sleep.

Xue Qilin sat up and planned to find something to pass the time.

It would be great if there was some wine. The Snow Qilin started to miss the beer it had. Previously, when it couldn't fall asleep, it liked to drink a few cups. It wasn't as if she couldn't drink a thousand cups. In fact, she was the type of person who would get drunk easily. However, it was precisely because of this that it was easy for her to fall asleep as long as she drank some wine.

To be honest, drinking liquor was a small trick to help her sleep.

But where was she going to find wine? Xue Qilin sat beside the table and propped its chin up with its hands.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps approaching.

Dong dong ~ ~ Just as the Snow Qilin was about to figure out who it was, there was a knock on the door.

"Young Martial Ancestor, are you still awake?"

It was Lo Qing's voice.

"Xiao Qing? I'm still awake. Wait a moment!"

The Snow Qilin got up and opened the door.

Lo Qing, who was still wearing a green dress, stood up and stood outside the door.

The Snow Qilin looked at the sky. The moonlight was boundless. It was already very late.

"Xiao Qing, what is it? Why are you still awake so late at night?"

"I think that since the young master has been sleeping for so long today, he won't be able to sleep at night. I don't have any sleepiness at the moment, so I just wanted to talk to you and -"

Lo Qing smiled indifferently and shook the item in his hand in front of the Xue Qilin's nose.

The fragrance of the wine wafted into his nostrils. It was elegant and distant.

"Is it wine?" Xue Qilin blinked its eyes and asked in surprise.

The exquisite porcelain was filled with wine, and it was good wine. There was no mistaking it.

Even though Xue Qilin could not be considered a person who knew how to drink wine, as the saying goes, smelling fragrance and recognizing wine, how could something with such a good wine be bad?

However, the thing that made the Xue Qilin sigh the most was that just as it wanted to drink wine, Lo Qing brought it over. He even wanted to drink with her.

Could it be that she was a bug in his heart? This was not the first time that the Snow Qilin thought this way. In the past, Lo Qing would often appear when she needed help.

"Little Martial Ancestor?"

Lo Qing softly called out to the Snow Qilin, causing her to come back to her senses.

"Oh, oh, come in. I was just looking for something to pass my time. Also, I have the jerky that Qing gave me just now. It just so happens to go with the wine!"

"That's good."

Lo Qing smiled and then the Snow Qilin brought her to sit down at the table.

The moment the Xue Qilin opened the meat jerky that was placed on the table, it produced two small wine cups out of nowhere and filled seventy percent of it with wine for the Xue Qilin.

"Thank you!" Xue Qilin took the wine cup and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, where did you get this wine from?"

Lo Qing suddenly became shy and said a little uneasily,

"Qin Chen is good at drinking, and this is the wine he secretly kept. The day before I left, I went to'borrow'."

She said the word'borrow' a little naughtily.

'Borrow? It can't have been taken from a random source, right?' Xue Qilin was stunned. She really didn't expect Lo Qing to do such a thing.

The girl in the green dress blushed. Perhaps it was because it was the first time she had done such a thing, so she felt a little embarrassed.

"I thought that his character was too bad. Taking a bottle of wine from him is his punishment."

Such a degree was not much different from putting on an act. Even if it was a punishment?

Oh no, it was a little cute!

Xue Qilin's face heated up slightly, and it quickly shifted its gaze to Lo Qing's face.

In order to calm down her suddenly agitated mood, she coughed lightly and pretended to be serious as she said,

"Little Qing, this matter of yours..."

Perhaps it was because of the fact that the Snow Qilin seemed to be dissatisfied with her actions, Lo Qing became nervous and his body tensed up.

It was the first time the Snow Qilin had seen her like this. It couldn't help but laugh.

"Young Martial Ancestor?" Lo Qing asked in a panic.

"It's fine. You have done a great job!"

"That's good. I thought you were angry."

Lo Qing heaved a sigh of relief and put on his signature smile again.

Among the people that Xue Qilin had seen before, she was the one with the most smile.

"How could that be?"

Xue Qilin first ate a piece of meat jerky, and then took a sip of wine.

A cool feeling filled his mouth, but when the cool feeling reached his throat, it gave off an incredible heat.

The fragrance was extremely rich - - these four words were probably the most suitable to describe Qin Chen's wine.

Although he didn't look like much, his wine was really good... It was a waste to give him this wine. It was just nice for him to drink it with Lo Qing! Xue Qilin thought to himself.

She took another sip of the wine and carefully felt the unique heat.

"Little Qing, why don't you find a topic to talk about?"

"Hmm..." She was silent for a while. "I know a lot about little ancestor, but little ancestor shouldn't have heard about me, right? That is not fair... In that case, why don't you listen to what I have to say about you, little ancestor?"

"Alright!"

The Snow Qilin quickly agreed. Chatting was the best dish to go with wine.

"I'm an orphan."

His tone was calm.

The Xue Qilin was stunned when it heard Lo Qing say that as soon as he opened his mouth.

It didn't expect that it would be such a heavy topic.

"Little Qing, what if..."

"No, what I want to say is that the young grandmaster will give up his life to accompany the young lady today. Listen to me... okay?"

It was almost a pleading tone.

"Yes, you tell me, I'll listen to you!"

Since it had come to this point, the Snow Qilin couldn't refuse. However, in order to ease the atmosphere, she made a gesture of scratching her ear, indicating that she was all ears.

"I still remember - "

Lo Qing spoke in a calm tone as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. He slowly told her about his past.

On the day he lost everything, Lo Qing was only nine years old.

She still remembered that day as usual, she went out with several friends to play, and her mother had even repeatedly warned her to be careful and not do anything dangerous.

"Qingqing, come and climb the tree!"

Facing her friend's instigation, Lo Qing only gently shook his head and just watched from under the tree.

As long as he was obedient, his mother would smile at him and gently stroke his hair.

She didn't have a father, and her mother was her only child.

She loved her mother's smile, so she was obedient. As long as she kept being obedient, her mother would always protect her with that gentle smile. That must be it. She thought.

However...

When the sun was setting, Lo Qing and his friends returned to the village.

The village was a little strange and too quiet.

However, the young girl at that time did not realize that her village had already lost its life.

After they parted ways in the square, Lo Qing returned to his home. She reached out her hand to push the door open, but found that it was not closed. There was a faint smell coming from inside the house.

She knew that smell. Every time during the New Year's Festival, when her mother killed the hen, she would smell this smell. It was a disgusting fishy smell.

Lo Qing was puzzled as to why she would smell this kind of smell. In her memory, this was just an ordinary day, an extremely ordinary day.

"Aniang?"

When she opened the door, a red color entered her line of sight.

The blood red on the ground was really too bright and dazzling. The girl could not ignore its existence.

And then she saw her mother lying in a pool of blood.

Click, click, click!

The sound of water droplets, Lo Qing searched for its source.

There was a man standing beside his mother.

The blood was flowing down the man's blade and dripped onto the pool of blood, landing on his mother's body.

Whose blood was it that was stained on the blade?

Lo Qing did not care about it. She only knew that her mother had fallen.

"Aniang!"

Lo Qing rushed out of the house and threw himself on his mother's body.

"Aniang! Aniang, how are you?!"

No matter how hard she shook, her mother still did not react.

Her body was warm, but she was no longer breathing.

Dead, a word suddenly appeared in her mind.

His mother was dead! When his head understood this fact, Lo Qing sat on the ground in a daze, looking at his mother, who was no longer smiling.

'Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead!'

Her mind was blank. There was only one thing left: she had lost everything.

"Ugh!"

Her waist was hit hard and she was sent flying.

She felt as if her entire body was being thrown away, and everything in her field of vision was spinning.

Then, with a bang, she hit the wall. The strong impact penetrated her body, and fresh blood rushed out of her mouth, drawing a strange arc in the air.

Her body slowly slid off, and she collapsed onto the ground.

Her whole body was occupied by pain. Her tears blurred everything in her sight.

The man was slowly approaching. The knife in his hand had rusted a long time ago, but it was more than enough to kill Lo Qing.

The moment the man raised the knife, Lo Qing was not afraid.

She already had nothing, and her mother was everything to her.

The knife fell, but it did not land on her body.

In her eyes, the man suddenly fell back and then flew out of the room. The weapon in his hand fell to the ground. It rolled on the ground a few times and then stopped moving.

Who saved her?

In her sudden line of sight, she saw the man in white. She saw the emotions in his eyes - joy, guilt, and apology.

"That's great..."

The man hugged Lo Qing tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Then why did you... Why didn't you save Anang?"

If he had appeared earlier, Mama wouldn't have to die!

"... I'm sorry, I came too late."

The man begged for forgiveness with a mixture of grief and self-blame.

..."Then why did you save me? I already have nothing!"

Finally, the girl cried.

"There's nothing left ..."

"No."

The man's voice was very soft and gentle. There was a gentle smile on his face that was brimming with radiance.

"You still have me too."

"But you're not my family!" the girl said emotionally with a sobbing tone.

"Then I will give you a home."

Lo Qing let the tears fall as he stared blankly at the powerful man.

That day, the man made a promise to the girl that he would give her a home.