After dressing up as cannon fodder, I beat everyone in the house until they cried.

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"you……"

Yan Qing looked at Shen Hualan in disbelief, and suddenly felt that she had become so strange. Her face was clearly clear, but he felt that it had become blurred.

She would keep clinging to him like that, treating him as the most important person in her heart, waiting for him to slowly let go of the grudges in his heart and accept her.

He once firmly believed in this.

But at this moment, this firm belief seemed to collapse out of thin air, and a feeling of powerlessness as if he was about to lose everything began to spread throughout his body, shaking him so much that even his fingertips began to feel cold.

For a moment, he did not say anything to stop Shen Hualan's behavior.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The third shovel hit Ji Huaiche's body, followed by the fourth and fifth shovels. The shovels collided with flesh and bones, and the creepy sound echoed throughout the arena.

Ji Huaiche had already suffered serious internal injuries from the green snake vine. Even though the other party was using a shovel, he had no strength to fight back. He lay on the ground in pain, spitting out blood, and his consciousness began to blur.

"Help……"

"Someone come...save...me..."

"Shen... Shen Hualan... please... I beg you..."

Ji Huaiche's mouth opened and closed, making vague sounds, but his jaw was dislocated and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Shhh."

While his consciousness was blurred, he saw Shen Hualan put her index finger in front of her lips.

Her hair fell in disarray as she moved, looking disheveled and scary. Tears kept sliding down her cheeks, but were dried by the flames around her and did not drip onto the ground.

He heard her soft whispers, like the whispers of a devil.

"do not speak."

"Because you are the weak one now."

“So, they can’t hear it.”

Ji Huaiche spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Shen Hualan in despair as she raised the shovel again.

Shen Hualan whispered: "Does it hurt? I hope you can remember this feeling. This is the feeling of being hurt by others."

It seemed as if something, something that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time, was completely released.

Bang!
Another shovel fell, and Ji Huaiche completely lost consciousness. He lay on the ground with his eyes rolled back, and there was no movement.

At the seat of Yuehua Sect, Han Yun crossed his arms and chuckled, "Not bad."

She was really surprised that a medical practitioner could achieve such a level.

Han Yun even nodded faintly to the weapon refiner elder sitting next to her.

"Well, this shovel is also well made."

The weapon refiner elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded towards Han Yun.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master."

After saying this, the weapon refiner elder couldn't help but turn his gaze to the field again.

Who understands, my family! Yesterday, I made a shovel as a weapon for a young medical practitioner who couldn't use weapons. Then the next day, this young medical practitioner used this shovel to beat up a seventh-level spiritual cultivator. The shovel hit him so hard that he rolled his eyes and passed out.

This is crazy... Who can I go to for justice...

"Alright! Enough!"

The one who spoke this time was the elder who presided over the competition.

Shen Hualan glanced at him and raised her hand. The burning vines around him shrank back into the ground, leaving only the green snake vine and the Qilin on the stage.

The green snake vine moved strangely to Shen Hualan's side. It felt that something was wrong with her. She had obviously won the competition, but why was her breath so strange? She seemed desperate and breathing very fast, as if she couldn't breathe. Even when the disciples of the Yunlian Sect passed by her with strange expressions and carried Ji Huaiche down the arena, she didn't respond at all. She seemed to be isolated by something.

"Shen Hualan successfully defended the title."

"Choose your next opponent."

Shen Hualan stood blankly on the arena, her hand still unconsciously holding the shovel, holding it tightly. Her hands were covered with sticky liquid, which was not the patient's blood, but the blood of the person she had hurt.

A voice rang in her ears, but she did not respond.

"Shen Hualan?"

The presiding elder called the woman on the stage again in a strange way, but she still did not respond. Her hair was disheveled and others could not see her expression clearly, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that something was wrong with her.

Shen Hualan only felt that she seemed to be suddenly standing far away from the crowd. She seemed to be under the water. All the sounds that reached her ears were blocked by the water, as if they were very far away from her.

She felt as if she were sinking.

I'm so tired. What's going on? Why is this happening? What happened to her?
She had obviously won, she had helped Duan Yunzhou get revenge, she should be happy, but why was she so upset? It was as if she couldn't breathe.

With so many eyes looking at her, she must look very embarrassed.

Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out from the water surface which was getting farther and farther away.

She felt her scattered hair being gently lifted up and someone holding it carefully in his hands. She felt the person put her hair up and combed it into a bun for her.

"All right."

"I have only done hair tying for my junior sister before, so my skills are not very good, please don't mind."

A gentle voice came from behind.

Shen Hualan was stunned for a moment, turned around, and what came into her sight was Duan Yunzhou's face as gentle as jade, but now he was not smiling. Instead, there were light wrinkles between his brows.

"Are you okay?"

Duan Yunzhou asked softly.

Shen Hualan looked at him blankly and felt her senses becoming clear again.

She blinked, the remaining tears in her eyes sliding down her cheeks.

Duan Yunzhou took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, "Wipe your tears. You won beautifully."

Shen Hualan took the handkerchief and wiped her face carelessly, feeling a little helpless. "Yes... I'm sorry, I also feel that I am weird."

How could someone cry while being beaten? It's so embarrassing.

Duan Yunzhou frowned and looked down at her, and said softly: "It's nothing strange. You are crying because you are finally strong enough to use your own hands... to seek justice for yourself."

Shen Hualan paused and looked at Duan Yunzhou blankly, "Don't you think I'm weird? I looked scary when I went crazy just now, didn't I?"

Duan Yunzhou was stunned for a moment, as if he was conflicted. He raised his hand and gently covered Shen Hualan's head.

"Not scary."

He looked at her seriously and smiled. His voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet gentle and powerful.

"All I saw was that your crown finally pierced through the darkness and shone brightly."

Shen Hualan was stunned. She sniffed and for a moment forgot what to say in response.

Sitting in the seat of the Yunlian Sect, Yan Qing watched this scene, the emotions in his eyes becoming heavier and heavier.

Without any warning, he felt that this scene was very dazzling. The feeling of powerlessness that had just been suppressed came up again and rushed through his body madly.