Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

Cheng An finally got up from the cold ground tremblingly after the prison staff reminded him that the visiting time had come.

Dan Feng was not a talkative person, but he spoke out to comfort his friend after seeing his friend's extraordinary experiences and efforts. However, it seemed that the effect was not good.

He secretly sighed in his heart that he was wise to speak less before, and he was indeed not good at talk therapy.

Cheng An left Fang Shui's prison in a trance.

She didn't remember how she got back to her residence. When she came to her senses, she was already in the room reserved for her in Jingliu Courtyard.

Originally, she had agreed that she would move out and not bother her master once she found a job and made enough money, but Jing Liu said that her yard rarely had visitors on weekdays and it would be a waste to leave it empty. Having her living here would also bring more popularity, so there was no need to move out in a hurry.

When she heard that her master wanted to keep her, she naturally accepted this kindness with great joy.

"Why, are you still unable to forget the sadness of spring and autumn?" Cheng An's depressed mood was suddenly interrupted. She quickly came back to her senses and looked up. The music box that she had not summoned appeared in front of her.

She suddenly had an idea: "Is the time up? Is the energy enough?"

"That's right!" The box seemed to be much more energetic, like a person who had eaten a full meal. "I waited until you finished chatting with your friends to remind you. There are still five minutes before the time-space transmission begins. Do you want to leave now or wait another five minutes?"

"Why so sudden?" Just five minutes of buffer time? She hadn't said goodbye to Jing Yuan, Ying Xing and the others yet.

"I could have reminded you half an hour in advance, but you were so engrossed in your conversation with that friend with dragon horns that I didn't interrupt you. So time is running out, so pack up and go."

Staying for five more minutes would only add to her sadness, and it was meaningless. It was too late to rush to see him, so she edited a farewell message on the spot and sent it to her friends in one click.

At least she left a message, so she didn't leave without saying goodbye and cause people to worry.

"Okay, we can go now." Cheng An said in a light tone, as if he was heartbroken by this place.

"Okay, let's go now!"

The sound of the music box inexplicably rose, and a white color began to spread from it, just like white paint spreading outward with the red spot as the center. Soon, the familiar little house was no longer around her, but replaced by a dazzling expanse of white.

Before she could get over the pain in her eyes caused by the light, the feeling of weightlessness came over her. She was so shocked that she didn't care whether the white light around her was glaring or not, and she opened her eyes wide on the spot.

What she saw was a huge crowd of people. There seemed to be someone moving below her. The white color flowed as if it was recycled by a box and disappeared behind Cheng An.

She was left falling face down.

"This is too much! How can the spawn point be in mid-air!" Cheng An screamed and summoned her sword to help her adjust her posture and then stand on it.

After a frantic struggle with gravity, he finally stopped just before hitting the ground.

She really wanted to curse at the music box for being so disrespectful, but before she could say anything, her attention was attracted by the noise of the people not far below.

Cheng An, who felt something was not right, slowly descended. When she got close enough, she found that the crowd in front of her was divided into two waves. Knives and blood, siege and screams - they were clearly fighting, no, one group of people was slaughtering another group!

Is this okay?

She immediately rushed into the group of people. When the group of people holding the butcher knife saw a newcomer joining the battle, a little girl, they suddenly had evil thoughts. It's a waste if you don't kill her. Thinking of this, he raised his hand and was about to chop Cheng An's neck.

Cheng An was a little hesitant to help this one, right? What if the weaker side committed a heinous crime? But now there is no need to hesitate. If someone comes at her without knowing right or wrong, then she has to fight back reasonably.

This person is not a destiny walker, and does not have any destiny energy or attributes. If this kind of unsystematic fighting can hurt her, then she has learned from Jingliu in vain.

Both gangs in the battle were surprised by Cheng An's joining. Except for the guy who was about to chop the man's head and raised his knife to attack, the others couldn't help but pause and shifted their attention to her.

The woman who suddenly broke in raised the silver sword in her hand and turned around to block, easily blocking the machete of the adult man. Then her eyes became stern, and red flames instantly ignited on the silver sword.

The flame was like living water, spreading along the sword and toward the man. Within a few breaths, the tall man with a face full of flesh was covered in bright red fire.

He screamed in pain from the burns and rolled back and forth on the sand, trying to put out the flames on his body.

Everyone around was shocked by this scene. No one dared to act rashly, and there was fear in their eyes when they looked at Cheng An.

Cheng An looked around and saw that the two groups of people were easy to distinguish. Some of them were wearing tattered and gray clothes, while the others were dressed more elegantly, with different weapons and other equipment tied around their waists and legs. The guy lying there was obviously in the same camp as the latter.

She waved her hand, directing the energy flames towards those well-dressed people. When the tall and fierce men saw that they were coming for them, they immediately ran away with strange cries without any backbone. Some of them ran too slowly and were caught up by the flames, and were also left far behind by their companions, so they could only flee alone.

What a mob, they are far less harmful than the Fengrao people. Cheng An curled his lips when he saw this.

The remaining few people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Cheng An came to help them, and then thanked her with a smile on their faces.

"Thank you for your help! I wonder where you are from? How can we repay you for saving our lives?"

The representative who spoke was a man who was in relatively good condition. He was in relatively good condition because he was less injured and a little taller. They were all roughly the same size.

"I came from the immortal boat Luofu. I helped them only because I couldn't stand the evil of massacre. Moreover, they attacked me first, so I drove them away only in self-defense."

Cheng An spoke very subtly and acted very subtly. The fire would only make them feel burning and painful, and it would go out on its own if they stayed away from her, and no one would be killed.

She was very lenient towards others. I hope they would not be ungrateful.

"As for repaying you, let me think, um... can you tell me where I can stay nearby? I don't have a place to stay at the moment."

After hearing what she said, the expressions on their faces varied. They exchanged glances and said to her, "If you don't mind, you can stay in our settlement temporarily, but the conditions in our settlement are very difficult. I wonder if you are willing to go back with us."

This sounds like child trafficking.

Cheng An was a little unsure. She looked into the eyes of these people and suddenly felt something was wrong.

These people had a lot of dust and sand on their faces, which made them look unrespectable. Cheng An had never looked closely at what they looked like, but when she took a closer look, she noticed something special, which was that these people generally had regular facial features and beautiful eyes, which were as colorful and distinctive as oil paintings.

She did remember an acquaintance who met these characteristics, but she didn't know if it was really such a coincidence.

"Who are you? I mean the clan," she asked curiously, wanting to verify the answer in her mind.

The eyes of those people trembled, as if they were hesitant, but thinking that Cheng An had just saved them and didn't look like he would suddenly hurt anyone, they said honestly: "Sir, we are from the Evikin clan."