Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

Guan Xun's consciousness was in a state of confusion, his head was dizzy, as if he were in a dark and silent space, with no beginning and no end.

It wasn't until he felt a blunt object being pushed against his mouth that his confused consciousness slowly returned to clarity.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and a sallow and thin face came into view. The cheekbones were high and protruding, the eye sockets were sunken, and the whole face looked extremely thin.

What's terrifying is that this face actually has a tender and affectionate expression, and he is looking at her with doting eyes. The thing that is pressed against her lips is the water glass in his hand.

Guan Xun suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, his pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tilted his head back, trying to avoid the person's contact. He also subconsciously swung his hand!

The back of his head suddenly slammed against the wall behind him with a dull thud, accompanied by the crisp, loud cracking sound of a glass breaking. The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent.

A sharp, intense pain instantly spread throughout his body, affecting every muscle and joint. Guan Xun's face immediately scrunched up like a cotton ball.

What kind of torture did she go through?!

"Xiao Xun? You're awake?!"

Contrary to his appearance, the person's voice was gentle and refreshing, like a clear stream flowing gently.

His face was full of joy, and he didn't bother to wipe his clothes that had been splashed with water. Instead, he reached out and rubbed the back of Guan Xun's head, his voice full of concern: "Let me see."

what?

Xiao Xun?

Call her?

Guan Xun slapped away the outstretched hand, the impact making her already groggy head even more dizzy.

She thought she must be sick, seriously sick, probably the kind of sick that would kill her.

Seemingly already used to Guan Xun's behavior, the man didn't mind. He picked up the hot porridge next to him, scooped it up and blew on it. Perhaps still not sure, he even tested the temperature with his own lips before putting it into her mouth.

Guan Xun's eyes flashed with unspeakable disgust, causing him to frown. He tilted his head and his voice became so hoarse that it was unrecognizable: "I won't eat it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the hot porridge placed in front of her suddenly stop. When she turned to look at the sallow face, she noticed that the person's originally doting expression had been replaced by one of shock.

This person is very strange. Guan Xun frowned even more deeply: "Who are you?"

"Clap!"

Another piece of porcelain was broken, this time the bowl the man was holding. Hot porridge spilled onto his clothes, but he seemed oblivious to the heat. He stood up shakily, pointed at Guan Xun, and staggered as if he was about to fall.

"Don't let it hit her," Guan Xun was thinking when she saw the man grab her shoulders, his eyes red-rimmed: "Xiao Xun, you...you just spoke?"

"You said you're not eating?"

"You asked who I am?"

Her voice was choked and trembling, yet it couldn't hide the joy within.

What? What's with this person's reaction? Does he think she's mute?

"I'm not mute, isn't it only natural that I can speak?" Guan Xun's lips parted slightly, and a layer of coldness gradually filled his eyes.

“Right, right, not mute.” The man suddenly realized, raised his hand and slapped his head a few times, as if blaming himself for saying the wrong thing, then nodded to himself, “Just a little silly, not mute.”

Guan Xun was no stranger to offensive behavior, but this was the first time she had ever heard such humiliating words.

A chill ran through her, and she raised her hand to grab the man's neck!

That's outrageous! Don't think she can't hear the sarcastic tone in it.

She'll strangle him to death!

My hand reached the other person's neck as I wished, but I couldn't exert any force. The hand that was gripping it felt more like I was tenderly stroking the other person.

"Xiao Xun, it's me, your older brother! Dongyang, Dongyang brother." Dongyang sniffed, his reddened eyes glistening with tears, one finger pointing towards his chest, the other hand gripping the small hand on his neck.

His eyes, filled with ecstatic joy and anticipation, were fixed on Guan Xun.

Guan Xun froze abruptly. She stared in astonishment at her hand being grabbed. Of course, the point wasn't that the other person dared to grab her hand, but rather that her hand was so thin and dark!

what happened?

Is this something that should happen to a beautiful woman like her?!

She subconsciously pulled her hand back, threw off the heavy quilt, and looked down at her own emaciated body, which was tightly wrapped in coarse linen clothes.

In an instant, her consciousness began to become hazy again, her pupils unfocused, as if she were recalling something.

"Little Xun?"

"Little Xun?!"

Hearing no reply, Dongyang's face turned ashen, his eyes wide open, his hands gripping Guan Xun's shoulders tightly, his fingertips trembling, his voice like broken notes, filled with undisguised panic, as he called out again and again.

He was really afraid that his sister would revert to her old foolish ways.

The pain of his fingernails digging into his flesh brought Guan Xun back to his senses, and his eyes gradually brightened and slowly regained their clarity.

She gasped, pulled the hands off her arms, and rubbed her forehead: "It hurts so much, it feels like I've been sleeping for ages."

Dongyang thought Guan Xun was referring to his recent illness and coma, so he nodded in agreement.

"A few days ago you were frightened by a monster and fell ill for almost half a month, with a persistent high fever. If the doctor hadn't said it was just from being too frightened and there was nothing serious, I wouldn't know what to do..."

His younger sister has been mentally challenged since childhood, and if anything were to happen to her, he would surely blame himself to death.

"Is there anything else that's bothering you?" Dongyang breathed a sigh of relief, then became a little worried. "How come you can suddenly speak normally? We'll take you to the doctor later..."

The unfamiliar concern made Guan Xun feel uncomfortable. She shook her head and said, "It's nothing, the porridge was spilled."

"Ah..." Dongyang then remembered that there was still porridge on the ground. He quickly squatted down to clean it up, muttering to himself.

As for what he said, Guan Xun didn't listen. She looked around the unfamiliar room, which was dilapidated and simple. Apart from a set of tables and chairs that were rotten by insects and ants, a bed, and a dirty tea set, the rest was piles of firewood.

This is clearly a woodshed. How difficult must life be to end up like this?

However, Guan Xun had no time for sentimentality; she was surprised that she was still alive.

She lost to her sister in the struggle for the position of Lord of the Heavenly Realm and was then cruelly thrown into the perilous Black Sea. She thought she would perish there, since everyone knew that the Black Sea could devour living beings and refine divine souls, and once trapped, there was no way to escape.

Unexpectedly, she was able to be reborn through possession.

However, her consciousness was very confused, so when she first woke up, she could not completely piece together her memories. It seems that she had been wandering in the Black Sea for quite some time.

Ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years? Or even longer?

A smile curved Guan Xun's lips, his mood unusually pleasant.

Regardless, as long as her divine soul remains intact, she will never perish.

The perilous Black Sea seems to be nothing special after all.

I haven't felt this happy in years.

Today is truly a wonderful day.