Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Cultivation is not easy, you have to be able to do it where it is difficult, and be able to give up where it is difficult, only then can you see your eagerness to seek the way!
Jian Junxi finally saw through it, and let it go. She doesn't yearn for the grass and trees in the world, nor does she yearn for the golden light after becoming a Buddha, but...

The sky is dawning, and the earth is hazy, as if covered with a layer of silver-gray veil. Gradually, a magical hand seems to appear in the east, gently lifting its veil, revealing the blushing little face in the morning.

Nangong Jing didn't close her eyes all night, staring at the roof of the temple...

When Jiang Heng woke up, his nose was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe normally, and he felt that he must have caught a cold.

After rubbing his swollen temples, after regaining his energy, he followed his gaze and saw nothing, so he asked suspiciously, "Master, what are you looking at?"

Nangong Jing didn't seem to hear it, and kept her original movements, like a puppet, silent...

If he hadn't seen his slender eyelashes move, Jiang Heng would really have thought that he might have turned into a wooden man.

"Hey..." Knowing that what he said was useless, he called his subordinates and told them to prepare cold medicine and breakfast.

Before he had time to eat, Jinyu ran over after his fever had just subsided. Qin Li and the others were worried, so they had no choice but to follow...

"Dad, she made a choice five years ago, and it's impossible to turn back. I was wrong, okay? Let's go home!" Jinyu dragged Nangong Jing, shouting with red eyes.

"Young master, please be gentle, the young master has been kneeling for a long time, and his body is stiff." The blood on Jiang Han's face faded, and he protected Nangong Jing behind him.

Jinyu raised his head and looked at the temple gate, overwhelming grief surged in his eyes, his fists were clenched and creaking, God knows how much he wanted to rush in...

Qin Li stood in front of him and called hoarsely, "Jinyu..."

"If I really want to rush in, do you think you can stop me?" Jin Yu's cold eyes were full of scorn, her beautiful thin lips curled up mockingly, very much like Jian Junxi in his youth.

Qin Li's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by a thunderbolt, her brain didn't react for a while.

Jiang Heng's eyelids twitched, and he strode towards the gate of the temple...

"Did she stop you? It's true that no one can stop you. These ten years have been difficult for you, and neither has your father. Could it be easy for her? In order to save you both, she..."

The one who spoke was Mo Zixuan, but he hadn't finished speaking.

"We didn't ask her to save me!" Jinyu roared hysterically, like a little beast that has gone mad.

"You..." Mo Zixuan was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and there was a coldness in his eyes. Really, if it wasn't for her own birth, he would definitely do it.

"Pa..." A slap pierced the sky.

Jinyu was beaten so far away that five finger prints suddenly appeared on his fair face. The burning pain and tinnitus that he couldn't hear for a long time made his anger reach its peak.

Nangong Jing's eyes were blood red with tears, her whole body was terribly cold, she was so angry that she almost had a heart attack, her hands clenched into fists seemed to want to continue to deal with him.

Jiang Heng arrived in time, immediately grabbed his arm, and persuaded softly: "Master, the child is still young and ignorant, so don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Jiang Han was shocked. He really didn't expect that Nangong Jing would move so fast. Even though he had used a lot of strength to help him up just now, he seemed unable to move, and he didn't even move his eyebrows...