Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

The silver-haired beauty pursed her cherry-red lips, her light-colored eyes, fisted with one hand, and slammed into the stone wall on the side. Her body was no longer indifferent, and her demon-beauty face was somewhat embarrassed.

"damn it……"

Suspended Fu Yue's life with aura.

Shen Yun consulted the classics for several days before finding a barely feasible way.

Reshape the sea of ​​knowledge.

Putting her consciousness into Fu Yue's dream, recreated a sea of ​​consciousness for her, and then brought her consciousness back to reality.

There is no need to mention the danger, this kind of reversal of fate has never been successful in the past, and it is guaranteed that both are killed.

At this time, Shen Yun had to think about a problem.

Picking up Fu Yue back, the original intention was to raise it casually as a spiritual pet. If it was just like this, he wouldn't have to bother so much.

Save or not?

The silver-haired coquettish beauty was silent for a moment, and then smiled slowly.

The answer is already obvious.

He Shen Yun had no worries all his life, and it was rare to run into such a little girl, so he liked it.

Naturally, it must be saved.

If it succeeds, then everyone is happy, if it fails, it is nothing more than a life.

What is there to fear when you die.

...

In the realm of illusion.

Shen Yun slowly opened his eyes, and a little snowflake was stained on the thick curled eyelashes, his vision was a little confused.

The air was filled with faint moisture that belonged to snow water, and the sky was supposed to be warm orange covered by dark clouds.

The snow is not big, but it still shiveres after being hit for a long time, and the swaying wind and snow will blow over the body from time to time.

Shen Yun brushed the water vapor from the tips of his hair, and the coolness of snow came from his fingertips. He glanced at the snow on his fingertips at random.

Then, his eyes suddenly stopped there, a little bit incredibly shocked.

This is a small hand, and it can barely be seen that the joints are still slender, white and tender, obviously a child's hand.

Shen Yun stood up slowly.

He discovered one thing, the distance between himself and the ground was only a short distance.

"..."

He became a little carrot head.

The spiritual power is gone.

The child is wearing a black cloak, the fabric is soft, and it looks very thin, it can't stop the wind and snow.

He just stood up when he was hit in the skull by a flying snowball.

The child snapped and fell on the thick snow, face to the ground.

"..."

Three or four children laughed and laughed in the distance, "Smash him, kill that little monster."

"My mother said, that white-haired monster will bring disaster."

"Yes, yes, that's what my mother said..."

Accompanied by the flying snowballs and big and small stones, they all smashed onto Shen Yun's small body.

With his fingers supporting the snow, the child barely got up, stepping on the thick snow under his feet, shaking his feet, his back looked a bit pitiful.

He seems to be bullied.

Still bullied by a group of children.

Shen Yun fell into a long silence, his light-colored eyes raised, and he looked at a few children not far away, his fair and delicate face was calm, his gaze seemed to be looking at a few dead people.

Zhang Yanhong's soft lips were opened, and the child's soft and indifferent voice sounded.

"I don't know anything good or bad, I think you are looking for death... Aye."

Before he finished the harsh words, Shen Yun sneezed in an uncharacteristic manner.

Was frozen like this.

"..."

He forgot, he has no spiritual power now.

Now it's a poor little who was bullied casually.