Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"Tell me, what is Qiu Sihai's purpose, and what is your relationship with him?" Zhuo Bufan said calmly, staring down at the stone in his hand.

Qiu Jinse hesitated for a while, then said slowly:

"I was an orphan since I was a child. I grew up in an orphanage. I have never seen my parents. I don't know if they are still alive, and why they don't want me."

As he spoke, Qiu Jinse hugged his knees with both hands, and put his slender chin on the knees.

The desert world is very cool on a moonlit night, especially in the ancient underground city, where there are stone walls everywhere. Zhuo Bufan raised his head and took a look, only to see the desolation written on Qiu Jinse's pretty face, he couldn't help being moved with compassion, he squeezed a fireball and placed it in front of her.

The fireball like a cluster of flowers exudes a warm light, which reddens her beautiful face.

Even under the red light, the tears in the eyes can be seen shining.

"When I was in the orphanage, for some reason, children my age liked to bully me, tear my clothes, and pour cold water on me. I grew up slowly in such a dark childhood, until one year, the hospital The chief took me to arrange his relatives."

"Do you know? I have never worn a new dress. For a girl who loves beauty, how does it feel to have no beautiful new clothes? There is a girl about my age in the dean's relative's family, so the dean My relatives gave me some of that girl's clothes."

Having said this, Qiu Jinse suddenly sobbed, and wiped away her warm tears with the back of her hand.

"At that time, you didn't know how happy I was. It was a white princess dress with lace, but when I was very happy wearing that dress, the original owner of the dress stood at the door and looked at me. I was Her face suddenly turned red, and I will never forget the disdain, disgust, and even sympathy in her eyes..."

"Since then, I swear that I can no longer be poor, I must be rich."

Zhuo Bufan finally stopped what he was doing, put the half-carved stone by his feet, raised his head, and looked at her lightly with a pair of star-like eyes, "So, you followed Qiu Sihai later?"

"He came to the orphanage to take in children. At that time, he took in a total of ten girls. He asked us to teach us piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, etiquette, and... how to dress men... and then let us do things for him, my best My sister Lingzhi was caught by others because she helped him deal with a big guy from the north, and she was thrown from the upstairs and died."

"Don't you hate him?"

"Hate, but I don't hate. Without him, I would still be in the orphanage, looking at the children outside the wall bricks covered with roses. They have parents, cars, beautiful clothes and toys, and I feel like Maggots living in a puddle of foul-smelling mud..."

After finishing speaking, Qiu Jinse's eyes were red, and she leaned on her knees, crying uncontrollably.

"The lucky people are mostly the same, and the unfortunate people have their own misfortunes." Zhuo Bufan frowned, sighed softly and said solemnly:

"If the sky is always dark, then live in the dark; if it is dangerous to make a sound, then keep silent; if you feel powerless to shine, then crouch in a corner.

But don't justify the darkness when you get used to it; don't be proud of yourself; don't mock those braver than yourself. We may be humbled like dust, but not twisted like maggots. "

Qiu Jinse's delicate body trembled slightly, blinking her slender eyelashes and staring at Zhuo Bufan in a daze.

It was hard for her to imagine that at Zhuo Bufan's age, he would say such a thing. Shouldn't he be a rich second generation with a happy and prosperous life?

"Qiu Sihai arranged you by my side so that I could help him deal with Iron Blood?" Zhuo Bufan asked, changing the subject.

Qiu Jinse shook his head, "It's not just iron and blood, the Sifang Sect is actually not Qiu Sihai's for a long time, he is just like me, he is someone else's puppet, the Sifang Sect has long been controlled by a sect called Yin Zongzong, today you killed him The Fifth Young Master is a member of the Yin Corpse Sect."

"Infernal Corpse Chief? Ghost King, Lian Xun, Fifth Young Master, and the old woman I killed, they should all belong to the Infernal Corpse Sect? I want to see with my own eyes who is behind them." Zhuo Bufan's mouth was slow Slowly evoked a strange arc.

Qiu Jinse looked at Zhuo Bufan with burning eyes, "I know my body is already dirty, you don't like me."

"I don't like anyone." A picture of a woman appeared in Zhuo Bufan's mind, and he immediately stabilized his mind and dispelled the picture in his mind.

"Can I rely on you to sleep?" Qiu Jinse looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Whatever you want." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

There was a trace of joy and tears in Qiu Jinse's eyes, and he slowly leaned his head on Zhuo Bufan's shoulder. The fireball reflected the faces of the two of them. Zhuo Bufan still lowered his head, picked up the stone and continued to carve patterns on it.

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Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes, in the entrance of a certain mountain peak.

This is a dark and even weird corridor. The stone walls are carved with all kinds of solemn and simple Buddha statues. Walking inside, you can see two rows of golden flames as big as soybeans.

There are hundreds of these flames on both sides of the stone wall.

Under the reflection of these lights, there stood an old man in a cassock, with Buddhist beads, and his eyebrows hanging down to his cheeks. At this moment, the muscles on his face were tense. On the lamps, two of them have been extinguished.

"Sixth Elder, Ji Le went out with Uncle Dengcao. It seems that he went to Lop Nur to find the Pisces Jade Pendant..." A young novice in Tsing Yi stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said with some fear.

"I have warned him not to go to the sea of ​​death, it is not a place where we can offend, but I will definitely find the person who killed my grandson, crush him to ashes, cramp his skin..." the old man whispered Nodding, everyone felt a biting chill.

"Sixth Elder, didn't you give Mr. Ji Le a golden Buddha bead magic weapon?" Suddenly someone said.

The white-browed old man spread his hands, and there was a Buddhist bead in his hand, which was the one that Zhuo Bufan hit with the thunderbolt the day before yesterday, but the golden light on the Buddhist bead was dim, and cracks appeared.

Shaking his head, he said: "The Buddha beads are damaged, there is no record of who killed my grandson at all, but no matter what sect people are, if they dare to kill those of our Hehuan sect, they will only die. You arrange people to investigate, and I will definitely To find the murderer."

"Yes, Elder." Everyone's voice was like a bell, resounding in the cave.

At this time, Yeyue Lone Star.

In the most secret place on a mountain in the north, a man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses knelt on the ground with his left arm hanging limply beside him. He didn't say a word, but he didn't dare to raise his head.

Suddenly a black wind blew over, and the man was sent flying seven or eight meters away. The man fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out of his mouth.

"Lian Xun." Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, his feet were floating in the air, and his whole body was surrounded by ink mist.