Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

He looked into her eyes. How to describe those eyes?

What floats on the surface is like the calm before the storm, while deep within are the raging waves.

"You are not Yan Yun! Who are you?" This thought flashed through Yan Hai's mind very quickly. The pain of his torn scalp made him even more scared. She stared at him without blinking, as if she wanted to skin him alive.

"Shut up."

Yan Yun slapped him again with his backhand, then looked at him and suddenly laughed, "I warn you to be honest, otherwise I don't know what I will do."

Her hands suddenly clenched, and the intense tearing sensation made Yan Hai burst into tears.

He felt his heart run wild at her smile and nodded frantically. It was a face that he was so familiar with, but it made him sweat all over and he didn't dare to disobey at all.

Yan Yun let go of his hand and threw him to the ground, then strode into his room.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Hai suddenly felt something was wrong, but the pain in his body prevented him from standing up for a while.

She looked back at him and weighed the stick in her hand as a warning, causing him to shut his mouth for an instant and look at her in fear and defiance.

"boom--"

There was a sound of electrical appliances being smashed and broken by wooden sticks in the room, and Yan Hai was terrified.

Yan Yun looked at the laptop that was smashed to pieces by her with a stick. It was bought with her scholarship.

When she found out about this, she mustered up the courage to ask her parents why they did this, but what she got in return was a ruthless scolding and Yan Hai's complacency.

Originally, she had no chance to go to high school, but because of her good grades, a school was willing to waive her tuition and give her a scholarship of 5,000 yuan per year. Her parents were jealous of the 5,000 yuan and only allowed her to go to school.

Through the open door, Yan Hai could clearly see her every move. She looked at the broken laptop, put one foot on it, and then looked at Yan Hai.

"My dear brother, don't you like playing games? Why don't you come over and play?"

Although she looked innocent when she smiled, in Yan Hai's eyes she was more terrifying than anything else.

Yan Hai collapsed on the ground, shaking his head desperately, "Sister, I really know I was wrong."

"You're right, come and play."

She suppressed her smile and smashed the glass cabinet expressionlessly, scattering the glass all over the floor.

The glass shattered, and Yan Hai's heart sank. He believed that if he didn't go over, Yan Yun would definitely smash his head.

He endured the pain and walked over tremblingly, "Sister, it's broken. We can't play with it anymore."

When facing Yan Yun, his legs began to tremble. "Just because I'm your brother, please let me go."

She raised her head slightly, looked down at his humbly begging for mercy, and for a moment seemed to see her former self.

Rage and sadness welled up in her, she raised her hand high and swung at him.

Yan Hai's pupils contracted sharply, his whole body stiffened, and his mind went blank.

"call out--"

The wooden stick created a gust of wind that passed over his head, smashing the desk lamp on his left with a bang.

Seeing Yan Hai's pale face and trembling body, she couldn't help laughing, threw the stick to the ground, and strode out.

She laughed louder and louder, and the moment she opened the door, she even laughed to tears.

She raised her head and looked at the sky with a few stars in it. Tears instantly slid down her cheeks and flowed into her neck.

She knew that it was all fake.

The kind and good uncle is fake, and the righteous and warm policeman is also fake.

She knew from the beginning that this was just a dream she had for herself, a dream in which she tried to reconcile with the past.

"You are very smart."

In an instant, the whole world was shattered like paper being shreddered.

She was suspended in the void, surrounded by fragments of memories, reminding her of everything she had experienced in the past.

"When did you know it was a dream? Don't you want to just continue and change it all?"

This was a lazy male voice. He seemed to be a little surprised that she would come out so quickly. "You have so much and have learned so much in the world of cultivation. As long as you use a little bit of it, you can change everything, get back on track, and end this tragedy."

Yan Yun looked at himself crying in the fragments because of all kinds of suffering, and couldn't help but reach out to touch him.

Her fingers pierced through the fragments, and she regained consciousness, saying each word with great emphasis, "I want the real thing, not a fake one."

She opened her hands and squeezed them hard, and the fragments of memories turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared into the void.

After getting away from her original family, people always told her that she should be grateful for everything she had experienced in the past, otherwise how could she have become so strong and rational now?

She disagreed and asked why we should sing the praises of suffering. If she could have known it in advance, she would rather not have been born.

She can face up to everything in the past and will never forget it, so she works harder than anyone else, because she wants everyone to know that brilliant flowers can bloom even in suffering.

And this time, her mood also underwent a new change.

Why must she go back to that world through Duocai? This world of immortal cultivation is so mysterious. If she can understand the secret of time and break the shackles of space, then why can't this dream come true?

The owner of the voice remained silent for a long time.

"I have passed the fourth level, right? What's the reward?"

"Wait a minute. There's still someone who hasn't come out yet. I'll tell you when he comes out. We need to keep the mystery."

"Oh" Yan Yun was a little disappointed and hoped that the reward would not disappoint her.

But there was another person coming in, and she was curious about who it was.

Because there are still people trying to break through to the fourth level of the underwater secret realm, the secret realm cannot be closed yet. At this time, a large group of people are standing outside the secret realm.

The atmosphere was a bit solemn, not as relaxed as when we first arrived.

After all, this secret realm is really a test of one's heart. No one has never been cheated here. Now everyone dislikes everyone else and feels that everyone has bad intentions!

But it was not quiet either, as some disciples were still discussing in low voices.

"Who is this Qingyun Sect's Lu Shaoyun? I've never heard of him."

"You're a disciple of a small sect, right? I've never heard of you before. With over 40,000 points, you've almost got as many points as our entire sect!"

"Stop talking. Who is this Xiao Hu? He seems to be a casual cultivator. He is too powerful!"

"Yes, a casual cultivator actually got more than 10,000 points. I just don't know if he can pass the fourth level. It will be terrible if he can't."

Feng Lan listened to their discussion. Although they were not talking about himself, he felt inexplicably proud in his heart. The hidden dark horse turned out to be his good friend. How proud it would be if he could tell others about this!

"Dear girl, I am the guardian of the secret underwater realm. Since you have passed the fourth level, I can now fulfill one of your wishes."

A man with a handsome face but with sparkling special effects appeared in front of her and asked with a smile.

Yan Yun, who had been waiting for a long time, finally heard his voice and fulfilled a wish?

Her eyes lit up and she said without hesitation, "I want one million billion."

"Ok, no problem."

"Wait, what did you say? How many trillions?"

But the next second, the glittering patronus' smile froze.

"Didn't you say you could fulfill one of my wishes? Is this difficult for you?"

Yan Yun said confidently, "You are a guardian god, can't you be unable to come up with a mere 10 billion?"

"Host, aren't you afraid that he will strangle you to death?"

Duocai, who was finally able to speak, looked at the guardian angel whose smile was gradually fading, and couldn't help but worry.

Yan Yun: Shut up. Whether you can reach the peak of your life depends on this time.

"Just one? One million billion? Just one million billion! Say it to me again!"

The glittering patronus showed a helpless expression, "Do you know what you are talking about, stupid human?"

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