She thought about it, and felt a little uneasy, so she put the pulp into the reel.

Perhaps nourished by the flesh, the lobe suddenly began to expand at a very rapid rate.

Ning Ruoyu raised his hand, played a golden light of creation in his hand, and broke a space crack in the middle of the air.

There was an electric light in the crack, and as soon as she gritted her teeth, she drilled into it.

Those electric lights hit her body, so that her face changed, even if it was a fairy body, there was a burst of blue smoke.

She gritted her teeth and threw it out with a big rush in her arms.

Blow up!

A earth-shattering explosion occurred, and it is better to have a golden shield in the rain, otherwise it must be blown to pieces.

Even so, her body was blown black, and in some places, Sensen's white bones were exposed, and even her eyes were blown up.

Ning Ruoyu immediately repaired the fairy body with the golden light of creation, and when she re-emerged her eyes and opened her eyes, she suddenly saw a new world.

The new world is like a nebula, floating in the cracks of space-time and slowly stabilizing.

Ning Ruoyu's heart was excited, a new world was born, and Yang Zenan's consciousness would slowly take shape.

Next, she just had to wait quietly for him to re-condensate.

The time will be long.

But she will always wait.

I don’t know how many years have passed.

One afternoon in the spring, the sun was shining, the grass was flying, and in a small, remote bungalow, a sixteen-year-old boy returned home tired.

In fact, there is only one bed, a table, and two stools, and one of the stools has been lame.

The boy looked very beautiful, not that kind of feminine beauty, it was the beauty of that fortitude, but at this time his face was full of bruises and a hint of blood in the corners of his mouth.

He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and came to the window, and on the window sill there was a pot of flowers that had broken a corner, and the plants were planted in the pot, and the branches had already produced the buds, which would soon be spent.

The boy carefully watered the flowers, and showed a shallow smile on his face.

No matter how much grievances he suffered outside, as long as he came back to see this pot of flowers, his heart was as sweet as eating honey.

The boy's name is Yang Zenan, and he is the son of Yang's family in Yunhai City.

The Yang family in Yunhai City is a well-known family, and there are many political and business leaders in this family, which can be described as powerful.

Yang Zenan is just a sideline child of the Yang family, and many years ago, his father was evicted because he had offended his family.

His father was depressed, and soon fell ill and died, and his mother raised him to the age of twelve.

When his mother died, the four walls of the family, in order to make up for school fees, he sold a small apartment in the city, and then rented a house in the suburbs that was about to be demolished.

The environment was poor and unsafe, but it was close to the school, and the rent was cheap enough to keep him alive until he reached adulthood.

Perhaps because he was too beautiful, when he was in school, many girls liked him, which brought him endless troubles and disasters.

A week ago, the school flower Xiaowen handed him a love letter, he refused on the spot, Fang Xiaowen was heartbroken, those boys who liked her in order to earn performance in front of the goddess, please the goddess, all tried to find him trouble.

After school this afternoon, just walked to this demolition area, he was hit by a group of boys, they put him on a sack, a punch and kick.When he left, a boy said viciously, dare to hurt Fang Xiaowen, this is the end.

It can be imagined that if he had promised Fang Xiaowen, he would have also been beaten by them.

As long as he likes him, whatever he does is wrong.

His life was full of thorns, and only this pot of flowers was his only warmth.

When he was fourteen years old, he was caught in a couple of mixed eyes, and wanted to be wrong with his intentions, and they forced him into the depths of the alley, pressed him to the ground, and when he was on his hands, suddenly a man appeared.

At the same time as the man appeared, all these bastards of his ill-intentioned disappearance into a cloud of smoke, and he looked at the man in amazement as he stepped out of the darkness and stared at his eyes.

He had never seen such a beautiful woman.

She was wearing a very ordinary dress, not a brand name, but the appearance, that temperament, even if she only approved a sack, but also wear out the style of the model.

Yang Zenan climbed up from the ground, his head was full of gravel, his body clothes are also crumpled, somehow, for this woman, his heart is full of attachment and closeness.

At this time, he pulled a little clothes, and there was a feeling of shame.

He looked like this, and he had no face to see her.

The woman slowly came to him, her face full of tenderness, crouched down, gently touched his cheek, swept all the rub on his head, and then gently said, "Does it hurt?"

Yang Zenan looked down at his wrist, and a long mouth was cut by gravel and was bleeding.

“It doesn’t hurt.”He gritted his teeth and said stubbornly.

The woman smiled and said, "Such a big mouthful, and said it doesn't hurt."With that, her hand pressed his wound, and he only felt that the wound was slightly feverish, and the pain disappeared at once.

When the woman's hand was taken away, he suddenly found that the wound on his wrist was completely fine.

Surprised, he asked, “Are you a cultivator?”

The woman smiled brightly and gently and said, "Yes, I am a true healer."

Little Yang Zenan's hand trembled.

There are practitioners in this world, but cultivators are very strong and have a high status in society.

The middle school he studied is the best middle school in the city, and there is also a training class, most of the students in this class are the children of the family, and the family of a few civilian children is good.

I heard that some people in the cultivation class have reached the day after tomorrow, as long as they can successfully break through to the innate state before the college entrance examination, they are destined to break through to the gas period in the future and become a practitioner, they will be able to report to the university.

The students of this world have tested their talents when they entered primary school, and only a few people have talents, most of whom can only read ordinary classes, go to an ordinary university in the future, and finally do a screw in society.

Yang Zenan is actually talented, but the talent is not high, just a four-root.

The less Linggen, the higher the talent, the faster the cultivation, the more quickly the one-hering people are called Tianlingen, which shows how highly qualified they are.

The five root, the four roots, known as the waste root, poor life, can reach the peak of the training period is already good.

Therefore, no one is willing to invest in them, if their family has money, with all kinds of precious piles, but also piled into a period of training, if the family has no money, then this life will be like this.

Yang Zenan belongs to the kind of people who are not talented and have no resources.

This kind of person is actually very bullied and discriminated in the school, there are no talent people sour lemons, jealous of them, they want to do their best to exclude and bully them; those who are highly talented also look down on them, but also exclude, bully them.

So they became unstoppable, two angry bags.

The woman came up, he could smell the clear and moving fragrance on her body, which was familiar, as if there was a corner in the depths of memory, filled with this fragrance, so that every midnight he dreamed of an illusory figure.

“Have we... seen it somewhere?”Yang Zenan asked softly.

The woman smiled and said, "Yes, we saw each other a long time ago."

Yang Zenan thought about it and shook his head, “I can’t remember.”

The woman was still laughing and saying, "It's okay, come to the Japanese president, we can slowly remember."

The woman took a seed from her arms and handed it to him, “Do you want to be a true healer?”

Yang Zenan was excited in his heart, but his face did not appear, nodded, and said, "I think."

The woman put the seed in his hand and said, "Then plant the seed, take good care of it, and when it blooms, you will be able to break through the training period."

Yang Zenan looked at the seeds in his hand, which was a very ordinary seed, and he had never heard of planting flowers that could break through.

Suddenly the fragrant wind swept away, and when Yang Zenan raised his head again, the woman was gone.

He said, “Who are you, please?”

“It’s raining.”Like a whisper in his ear, the soft voice of the woman sounded, and his heart shook.

Nin the rain?

The name is...so familiar.

But he couldn’t remember when he had heard the name.

He looked at the seed in his hand and held it tightly in his hand, not knowing why, he believed it was better.

He could not say the reason, but felt that she was the only person he could trust in this world.

The seed was difficult to plant, and it took a whole year to grow the buds, and it took another year to finally produce flowers.

But it just doesn’t flower.

The flower buds hung on the branches for nearly half a year and never blossomed.

He gave the flowers a loose soil, and it seemed as if the figure appeared in the rain again.

Since seeing him that day, he would often dream of her, dressed in an ancient costume, smiling sweetly at him under the cinnamon tree.

Every once in a while, he feels especially happy.

He looked at the flower, his eyes full of attachment, as if through it, saw a beautiful figure.

He whispered, “When will you be able to flower?”

Naturally, the flower could not answer him.

He sighed, took out the study book, was planning to brush a set of simulation papers, suddenly heard the knock on the door.

He frowned and asked, “Who?”

Outside the door came a delicate female voice, said: "Yang classmate, I am Fang Xiaowen."

Yang Zenan's eyebrows frowned more tightly.

It was because of this that he was bullied three times.