Chapter 202 Tomb: The Imprint of the Slave
In the cold prison cell, Rong Xiaoqian's figure was thin and motionless, looking like a corpse. After practicing for hundreds of years, her foundation was solid, and she died without becoming stiff. There was a faint spiritual light flowing through her body, slowly repairing her body. However, her dantian had been damaged, and she had lost the inner alchemy condensed by her lifelong cultivation. This tiny amount of energy was not worth a drop in the bucket.
She died at a young age and was resurrected, a woman who had lived as a loli for hundreds of years, willing to betray her friends and loved ones, exhaust all her scheming, and finally obtain the long-awaited Da Huan Dan. She endured the pain of torture and finally became a true woman, but lost the gamble and became an old woman with white hair and wrinkles all over her face.
Not to mention character, this kind of fighting spirit alone is not enough to make people admire it.
At this moment, Rong Xiaoqian, who was admired by Lin Keqing, fell into a sea of fear.
She has been practicing for hundreds of years, pretending to be a loli from a few years old to deceive soft hearted cultivators, killing and stealing treasures, refining them for her own use, with a heart as cold and hard as ice crystals.
You can often walk by the river without getting your shoes wet
She went through many risks and hardships before summarizing her experience. She always kept her trump card and made the other party wary. Many people relaxed their guard and were killed by her when she surrendered.
Only this time, she held a strand of the firefly's soul, thinking that victory was within her grasp. However, when Lin Keqing's palm of death fearlessly captured her, she truly felt the breath of death. At that moment, her mind went blank and her heart stopped beating.
After extreme fear, she fell into a long dream where her hands were stained with blood and she couldn't enter reincarnation. She wandered in the void like she was about to leave with the wind. Suddenly, she felt sad. She died silently, and no one in the world would miss her. At this moment, she envied Firefly so much. Even after hundreds of years, there were people who couldn't forget her and risked their lives for her.