She still has both parents and is full of hope for the future, but she became an orphan today?

Although there are still relatives in this world, there is no one she can trust and rely on.

She repeatedly stroked the flute left by Luo Wenhui. The material was just ordinary green bamboo, but it was decorated with some carvings on one end. It was simple but also revealed exquisite cuteness. There were not many things left by my mother, and the precious ones were all there.

It was handed over to her during his lifetime. The only thing his father left behind was the half-filled Qiankun bag that contained the things he had returned from life and death over the years. Nothing else... nothing else.

From then on, she was alone. Xiao Qingge of the Baili family was no longer a child loved by her parents.

Sitting under the old locust tree, Qingge thought over and over about the past few days, and finally thought about what her mother said before she died. Suddenly her eyes lit up, and her mother said that she knew what happened to her in Chifeng Town.

Zhao Xian must have told her mother the whole story.

Her mother hoped that she could go to Yuanling City, but Zhao Xian used her mother's past to threaten her into giving up this opportunity. Qing Ge could imagine how her mother felt when she knew about this. Since Zhao Xian

If you don't want them to have a good time, you must not forget to use this matter to stimulate your mother. Otherwise, her mother was fine before she left, so why did she become so weak as soon as she returned home?

Zhao Xian! Qing Ge's eyes burned with intense flames. It was still difficult for her to understand why Zhao Xian was so crazy. Why did she want to hurt my mother? Qing Ge clenched the bamboo flute in her hand, holding it tighter and tighter, and asked Zhao Xian

I looked over at the courtyard where I lived.

"Pa!" There was a crisp sound, and the bamboo flute could not withstand Qing Ge's strength and broke in Qing Ge's hand. The cracked gap in the bamboo flute drew some blood channels in her palm, and the blood flowed along the broken bamboo flute.

It started to drip down drop by drop, like scarlet flowers blooming on the soil.

Qingge stared at the broken bamboo flute in her hand, what else could she do? Zhao Xian was so hateful and hateful, but she was helpless and had no choice but to let her slaughter her...

Yes, she wants to go to the sect and Cangwu Mountain. She wants to be a person who can protect her near and dear ones at any time, even though...even though they all left her...in order not to lose them again in the future, she has to become stronger.
Chapter completed!