Miss, Something’s Wrong With You

The next day.

The third day.

The fourth day.

Li Qingwan at this age has a rather boring and boring life. Every day, he keeps taking a hot peeling medicinal bath, and then he is beaten until his body can’t bear it.

Her father is also a fierce person, and she hits as many sticks at Li Qingwan’s body every day. So the physical activation of Longxi Li Clan is for you father and daughter to play self-abuse?

Cheng Jinyang is simply speechless.

The Pedigree Appraisal Center of the family, father and daughter also visit once a month.

However, the results have not changed every time: Fifth Grade barely guarantees the bottom, and there is no possibility of entering Fourth Grade through any breakthrough.

After getting it back, the staff of the appraisal center are a little annoyed. One day, while printing the results report, Li Qingwan’s father was called aside alone.

“Did you see this person?” The staff called up the record on the tablet.

“en.” Li Qingwan’s father nodded.

“Li Jingai, Daughter of Patriarch, bloodline is a guaranteed Fourth Grade, sprinting into Third Grade.” The staff member smiled and said, “How did such an outstanding bloodline talent come from? She is born! She is born! Father is our Longxi Li Clan’s Patriarch, the third grade capital, can my daughter get worse?”

“Li Fenghe, what is your oneself talent level, don’t you know? Guarantee Sixth Grade, sprint Fifth Grade only. Your daughter can guarantee the Fifth Grade now, what is your dissatisfaction, you have to compare it with the Daughter of Patriarch?”

Li Qingwan’s father has a pale complexion, and he said in a while:

“But her mother…”

“Your wife was indeed guaranteed Fifth Grade back then, sprinting into Fourth Grade is correct, but isn’t that lowered by your bloodline?” Impatiently, he threw the report into his arms, “Furthermore, didn’t your wife go to Fifth Grade before he died?”

Li Qingwan’s father stood on the spot in a daze, as if Lost the ability to speak.

Until his daughter’s voice awakened him from grief again. He lowered his head numbly, and saw Li Qingwan begging with tears streaming down his face:

“Dad, let’s go back.”

She didn’t want to stay here anymore.

Father sighed for a long time, but did not say “we go home” as nodded as countless times in the past, but with a sort of almost dead expression, trying to squeeze one out is more ugly than crying “Qing Wan, father thought about it, I think you still…”

“Dad!” Li Qingwan stepped back blankly. With a pale, almost desperate look.

Then she ran away without looking back, no matter how father called her name, she didn’t look back.

Cheng Jinyang in Ghost form, followed her all the way hysterically, and finally stopped at the entrance of a fighting hall in the vicinity.

In Longxi Li Clan Clan Ground, there are many fighting halls specially opened for clansman that can be used for free, and this fighting hall is famous for its cultivation Qi Hardening Art, such as Golden Bell Cover, Iron Cloth, etc. Wait.

Little Qingwan, with tears on her face, went to the nobody’s counter to get the key and opened a “bronze room”.

The so-called “Bronze Man” is not the kind of monk painted with gold powder in Shaolin Temple Wood-Man Lane, or the puppets dragged by delicate organs, but serious fighting. Synth, the offensive program can be set according to the requirements of the practitioner.

Of course, practitioners basically wear protective gear. Although Longxi Li Clan’s ability can be fearless to hurt, the pain cannot be erased after all. Everyone in the fighting hall is to cultivate Qi Hardening Art more efficiently, not for abuse.

However, Cheng Jinyang discovered that Xiao Qingwan was not wearing protective gear-although those protective gears were piled up in the corner of the room, she still turned a blind eye and directly attacked the fighting Synth.

Then he was knocked to the ground hard.

Not because she was fighting Synth too fast, but because she simply didn’t fight back, she simply rushed over, forcibly withstood the blow, and was beaten down on the ground.

Fighting Synth stopped, and the program judged that the opponent had lost the combat capability. Only very quickly, the young Li Qingwan got up again trembling and wiped the dust off the corners of his bruised mouth.

“Come again,” she said.

It was another heavy blow. Li Qingwan stepped back half a step, but this time he was not knocked down immediately, but his figure was a little shaky.

“Come again.” She spit out a bloody saliva on the ground, clenching one’s teeth and said.

Third time, fourth time…100th time, 100th time, seeing Cheng Jinyang almost startled to fall the chin, secretly glad that oneself is in Ghost form, and If you don’t possess the body of Master Old Li, you will really be tortured by pain and go crazy.

Recall that when he first entered the dream of Young Lady Wang, Wang Wanrou also had a severe headache and gave oneself Thought Sealing over and over again. In a sense, Teacher Old Li and Young Lady Wang are the same type of people… both are fierce persons.

However, if you observe carefully, there is a difference between the two.

Wang Wanrou was very firm in her belief when she was suffering from headaches. Because she is narcissistic, she believes that “there is only one way to go”, and firmly believes that “oneself must go to the end”.

However, Li Qingwan is different. Her mental state is confused and disintegrated. The reason why she chooses to torment oneself constantly is not really believe that “this way can work”, just because there is no way to go.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jinyang felt the same sorrow.

After all, he is also from the Lower Family. Before he met A’Zhi and obtained his own Golden Finger, he and Li Qingwan seemed to be in a quagmire like this, watching oneself sink…and All directions are boundless darkness.

There is no road ahead.

“Why!” A cry of despair interrupted his thoughts.

Cheng Jinyang stood there, only to realize that oneself had recovered its physical state. Li Qingwan, of normal age, was looking towards oneself, torrential tears streaming down her cheeks, with almost irrepressible sadness.

“Jinyang, tell me…” she muttered like a cultivation deviation, and hurriedly walked towards him, “Why are some people who are superior in life and have excellent talents without any effort?”

“Why do I have that many sufferings, but the heavens are so stingy to give me a meager feedback?”

“Qing Wan, calm down.” Cheng Jinyang backed away again and again. Until his back touched the wall of the fighting hall, and Li Qingwan didn’t stop, just grabbed his collar and pressed his body, with a certain bitter, resentful, and even pleading tone. , Tremblingly asked:

“You tell me, is it that I was born…I was destined to be a waste? No matter how much pain I endure, I can’t break through that destiny imposed on my body The shackles?”

“Ah, it’s not.” Cheng Jinyang said ambiguously, “Actually, maybe there are other ways to improve Bloodlines Density?”

“Yes. , Yes…” Li Qingwan’s complexion got worse, and his eyes seemed to have lost the highlight, and became muddy and dull. He muttered, “There must be a way. Yes, it must be that I haven’t worked hard enough… I have not endured enough pain, I will continue…”

“I will continue…”

In her trance and repeating voice, the whole dream is in It collapsed quickly.