My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 190 Death is the fairest thing in the world
The woman holding the baby was filled with joy at this moment.

The woman's surname was Zhao. During the few days on the cloud boat, she lived in the most luxurious room and enjoyed the best meals.

And she also had a maid to serve her.

And she herself is just a practitioner at the first level.

This was a life she had never dared to imagine before.

Old Luo was standing aside at this moment, with a faint smile on his old face.

"Mrs. Zhao, have you rested well these days?"

"Okay, that's good, but I feel sorry for my dead husband, who never... and my child, who has been without a father since birth." As Zhao spoke, she began to cry again.

"My husband and I met in Da Yan, and later I learned that he was from Da Xuan. I was originally going to follow him home, but I didn't expect him to meet with such a disaster on the way."

"My husband is gone, and my child is still so young. If I go to his house, I will be ignored. Where should I go from now on?"

Old Luo looked calm. He didn't mind the other party playing the victim. Or rather, playing the victim was what he wanted.

"If Madam Zhao doesn't mind, you can come with us to live in the Luo family. After all, we have a destiny along the way."

Ye Wuyou had talked with Luo Lao in the past few days. After the two analyzed the situation, although they were not clear about the reason, they believed that both the woman and the child were extremely important.

At least it is extremely important at this moment.

The resentment on Zhao's face disappeared instantly with Luo Lao's words. She talked to Luo Lao again and again. After getting the other party's assurance, she nodded with satisfaction.

Old Luo left the room calmly, shook his head slightly, and contemptuous in his heart.

"This woman is really greedy..."

According to the maid, except for showing so-called "sadness" when talking to her, the lady did not show any grief at all during the rest of the time on the cloud boat, and she even refused to take care of the child.

But it's better this way. Old Luo was worried that the other party would lose hope in life and seek death, but now it seems there is no such risk.

Old Luo withdrew his mind from the matter and looked towards the deck, suddenly feeling a severe headache.

On that day, the so-called "Wu You" truly revealed his identity.

At that time, Mr. Luo didn't want to set foot on this cloud boat again.

Why did Xu Qingyuan come back instead of finding a place to hide?
To be honest, the young lady in my family is like a "bird in a cage" because of the martial arts she practices.

A few days ago, I was asked to tell a lot of stories about "Xu Qingyuan".

Luo Yue, who would never step out of the room, actually took the initiative to find the other party at this moment.

But what could she say? She had no experience in communicating with others.

Sure enough, Mr. Luo saw that the other party flicked his sleeves slightly in annoyance, and Luo Yue floated up with the wind and then fell beside him.

A voice transmission fell into his ears.

"Don't let her bother me."

Old Luo slowly looked at Luo Yue, whose face was calm, sighed softly, and then asked.

"Miss, what did you say again?"

"I told him that our bodies were both like those of the dead, so we were a perfect match."

Old Luo remained silent, his eyes examining the exposed part of the woman's arm, where the purple-red color became increasingly darker.

On the other hand, although Ye Wuyou looked lifeless, there was not a single spot of corpse on his body.

Completely different...

"Miss, don't get involved with him. This man has too many enemies. If I had known his identity earlier, I would not have anything to do with him."

Luo Yue turned her head, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Didn't you say we should thank him for helping us kill the ancestor?"

"Although I had some doubts before, it seems that he can't do it now. He probably doesn't even know it... You didn't tell him about this, right?"

"No." Luo Yue shook her head and looked at her arm which was as stiff as a dead person's.

"Mr. Luo, what should I do if I go back now?" she asked.

Luo Lao hesitated for a moment before slowly opening his mouth to respond.

“Miss, you may not know…You are now the one who may truly inherit everything from our ancestor.”

After Elder Luo settled Luo Yue in the room, he slowly walked to Ye Wuyou's side. Before he could say anything, questions came up.

"How much longer?"

Luo Lao calculated the time and said, "We didn't stop at all along the way and arrived very quickly."

The cloud boat hijacked by Ye Wuyou reached the country of Daxuan in just four days, and then went straight to the Luo family without any stop.

Ye Wuyou, who had already covered his face with illusion again, spoke in a flat tone, rubbing his brows.

"I am not Xu Qingyuan, and you have never known me. After destroying that thing, I will leave and will no longer have anything to do with you."

Mr. Luo nodded seriously.

He also didn't want to have anything to do with the other party.

next moment.

Ye Wuyou suddenly looked up and looked at the tallest building above the cloud boat.

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After Mr. Luo left, Zhao first teased the baby in her arms, and the baby, who had been quiet, started crying loudly.

No matter how she tried to coax the child, it didn't work. Zhao showed impatience and finally handed the child to the maid beside her and went to rest on the bed.

The maid, who had just coaxed the child, now heard unhappy shouts coming from the room, asking her to speak more quietly.

The maid remained silent, and finally she soothed the child softly and put him to sleep. Then she heard Zhao's voice again.

This time, I have to get the spiritual fruit on the cloud boat for the other party.

When she brought it to him, the baby, who had been sleeping, started crying again.

Zhao's voice reached her ears harshly.

On this cloud boat, the only maid is an ordinary person and has not practiced cultivation.

Zhao was well behaved and smiling in front of everyone else, but when facing this maid, she seemed to have found all her dignity.

Children love to cry, and the maid, who had not slept for several days and nights, now had two big dark circles under her eyes.

unfair.

unfair.

Why?
Is this what it should be like if you don't have the talent for cultivation?

This woman obviously cares about her own child, why is she so careless?

Didn’t her husband pass away just a few days ago? How could she enjoy all this peacefully?
Even Mr. Luo was kind to her?

She remembered what Mr. Luo had told her that if she took good care of the mother and child in the next few days, no more accidents would happen.

There really were no accidents.

But the tragic death of her companions was still on her mind.

She was the only one left among the four maids.

She was very afraid that she would be the next one, but now she is suddenly not afraid anymore.

I could hear the crying of children and Zhao's dissatisfied words.

The dizzy mind seemed to be clear at this moment and looked at the crying child.

Not fair, not fair.

This world is inherently unfair.

So what would be fair?

Then she gently reached out her hand and comforted the child.

Eventually, the child stopped crying.

Sure enough, whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary person.

Everyone in the world.

Death is fair.

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On this day, everyone in the Luo family looked up and saw this scene.

Amid countless frightened gazes.

A huge cloud boat fell from the sky as if out of control and crashed heavily into the family territory.

(End of this chapter)