The screen turns.

The text disappears.

In its place was a little girl with pigtails.

The little girl looks three or four years old, and her family looks very poor.

A small dress covered with patches and tattered.

The shoes on the feet even broke holes, revealing the little toes that were frozen red.

The face is also dirty, and I can’t see my true face.

Only those big eyes shone like black gems.

Such a poor little girl, but there was no sadness on her face.

Instead, she happily circled around a teenager not much older than her.

The mouth kept calling brother and brother.

The teenager showed a smile at the little girl from time to time and touched the little girl’s head.

Then he intently carved a ghostly mask.

I don’t know how long it took, but the boy finally carved out the ghostly mask.

The mask seemed to cry and laugh, just like their lives.

Under the fate of having no father or mother, and can only depend on each other.

They warm each other in the icy cold.

Be strong and happy in the midst of pain.

The mask became the only toy for the two in the impoverished home.

The older brother always carries it and makes the younger sister laugh.

And in order to be able to let his sister also have a toy that he always carries with him, the teenager found a bronze piece, worked hard to make it into a rough bronze ring, and gave it to his sister.

Since then, my sister has to carry it with her every day.

The brother and sister live a poor but happy life, and they can always see smiles on each other’s faces.

Until one day.

A group of richly dressed people appeared.

They looked down at the two in a high position, as if looking down on two ants.

And then.

One of the leading monks suddenly laughed.

The person ordered to capture the little girl’s brother, and the external propaganda was that the little girl’s brother had a peerless cultivation talent and wanted to bring back the gods to cultivate good students.

The little girl naturally wanted to follow her brother as well.

At the insistence of the brothers and sisters, someone checked the little girl’s qualifications and came to the conclusion that the little girl could not even cultivate, and was a waste body that was inferior to mortal bodies.

Without hesitation, a group of people separated the two.

Pulling the boy to a five-color altar.

The little girl stumbled all the way to catch up.

At last.

But he was repelled by a force, and could only watch his brother being pulled onto the altar by a group of people.

Watching her brother holding a grimace-mask and constantly waving at her.

And then.

The light flashed, and the brother and the group of people all disappeared.

Empty.

Only the clothes were more tattered.

The little girl who had lost her little shoes sat on the ground crying.

A pair of small hands, I don’t know how many times they fell because they ran all the way, were already covered with blood.

She touched her tears again with her small hands.

The whole face became blurred with blood and tears.

She didn’t seem to notice anything, just crying, crying, crying.

She will never find her brother who depends on her for life.

……

“Lying in the groove, Lao Tzu’s tears are coming down.” – Journey to the West.

“Yes, it’s so pitiful, those guys of the God Dynasty are simply all bastards, if Xiaoye is in that world, he will definitely put them all to ashes!” – Demon Boy Which Whoops the World.

“Hateful and hateful, if the old man is in that world, he must have a good look at that god!” – Sect Master of Qingyun Sect of Qingyun World.

“Woo-woo, the little sister is so pitiful, I really want to hold her in my arms and give her warmth.” – Journey to the West: World Chang’e.

Heavens and worlds.

Countless people burst into tears when they saw this.

Even the powerhouses of the heavens and realms fell silent.

……

The screen continues.

In the blink of an eye, it has been several autumns and winters.

The little girl did not give up.

Even if hardship made her thinner, even if she looked shaky, even if the icy cold wind pierced her marrow.

She still clings to the altar, making it her home, waiting for the ethereal hope, waiting for the return of that person.

Finally.

Someday.

The altar lit up again.

The little girl rushed up desperately to inquire about her brother’s whereabouts.

However.

As a result, she saw only a pair of dry bones.

Her brother’s dry bones.

However, even if it was dry bones, she only saw it.

The next moment, she was forcibly pulled away.

She could only cry in despair.

This time, her brother really left her forever.

Since then, the little girl who always stood by the altar has disappeared.

The last thing people saw was a small figure, in the wind and snow, farther and farther, farther and farther, gradually, completely disappeared in the wilderness.

……

This scene.

Once again, everyone in the heavens and realms burst into tears.

“Woo-hoo, it’s so pitiful, it’s really too pitiful, she’s still so young, how did she encounter such a terrible thing?” —Journey to the West to Chang’e.

“I can’t imagine how I would keep living if I were her.” —Lin Yueru of the Immortal Sword World.

“Oh my God, no, don’t tell me she’s dead, then my heart will break.” —Journey to the West.

“Hehe, if it weren’t for the fact that you women are women, this is the life of a legendary and strong person, although it is a tragic life, but I believe that she will definitely step on the comet to return, step on colorful auspicious clouds, wave her hand and crush all the enemies, I look forward to that moment, I look forward to that scene.” —Journey to the West: Golden-winged Roc.

PS: Yesterday something delayed the update, today began to restore, tomorrow strive for more, ask for flowers, ask for evaluation votes, ask for all data, no eunuchs, no eunuchs, important things said three times!

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