Ye Qingtang gently hugged her trembling little body, her eyebrows furrowed uncontrollably.
"It's okay, I'm back, no one can hurt you anymore."
Nishang tightly grabbed Ye Qingtang's skirt, sobbing silently. No one could imagine how tormented she was these few days.
Ye Qingtang comforted the young girl distressedly, the anger in her heart burned little by little with the warmth of the clothes soaked in tears from the neon clothes.
In the room, Nishang's crying came out through the crack of the door. Feiying, who was sitting at the door, heard Nishang's heart-piercing cry, his heart was like a knife, he could only grit his teeth and punch and punch. The fist fell on the hard stone floor, even if the joints of the hammer were bloody and bloody, it couldn't suppress the severe pain in the heart at all.
Nishang cried for a long time, how difficult it was for her to survive those three days of torture at her age.
She murmured in a low voice, expressing her torment in the past few days intermittently.
The more Ye Qingtang listened, the more murderous she felt in her heart.
In the previous life, Nishang failed to meet Ye Qingtang, nor did she have the slightest ability to protect herself. In the end, she ended up being tortured to death.
But in this life, the only thing to be thankful for is that Nishang was not really insulted by those three beasts. The skills Ye Qingtang taught Nishang before saved the last bit of dignity of Nishang. The desperate resistance did not allow the three disciples to get what they wanted, but her resistance was not uncommon.
Nishang was crying, her already weak body was already unbearable, and choked with sobs, she fell into a deep sleep in Ye Qingtang's arms.
Only this time, the pain and despair from before were no longer on Nishang's face.
She knew that the young lady was back, and she was finally safe.
Ye Qingtang gently put the sleeping clothes in place, and then went out of the room.
Outside the room, a faint smell of blood permeated her nostrils. She lowered her eyes slightly, looking at Fei Ying who was sitting outside the door, his bloody fists, and the blood on the ground, without the slightest expression on her face.
"Hate?" Ye Qingtang asked in a low voice.
Feiying lowered her head and nodded heavily.
"Then make yourself strong, strong enough to protect the people around you, and never suffer any harm. Otherwise, you'll kill yourself with hatred, and it's just a joke for those people." Ye Qingtang said coldly. opening.
Feiying raised her head in a trance, in the dark night, those bright and sharp eyes, like blades, quietly faded away the greenness that a young boy should have.
"Miss, I want to become stronger!"
Ye Qingtang smiled, and she nodded slightly.
"After the life and death competition, I will teach you. Before that, you have to take good care of Nishang, do you hear me?"
"Yes!" Feiying nodded heavily, but a trace of worry suddenly rose in her heart, "Miss, that life and death challenge..."
"I have my own measure." After Ye Qingtang finished speaking, she turned and went back to her room.
Nishang's injury weighed heavily on Ye Qingtang's heart. She knew very well that her current strength was not top-notch among the many disciples in the inner sect, but she would definitely avenge Nishang's revenge!
There are still ten days to go...
She must break through the current realm within these ten days, otherwise she will be in the life and death competition, and she will be the one who dies.
Ye Qingtang returned to the room, thinking of the life and death competition ten days later, her eyes narrowed slightly.
ten days...