half demon glass

Chapter 483 The girl riding a sacred deer ([-])
The girl staggered dazedly and sat down in the snow, hugging her legs, crying uncontrollably.

I can feel that she has to be strong, at least most of the time, she is indifferent to emotions and can hide her emotions very well.

only this time...

She really couldn't take it anymore.

Apart from the southern border, she is like a net that cannot break free from its shackles. She wants to leave, but the world is so big, but she has nowhere to go.

She said that she could feel that the arrogant young master fell in love with her.

She also believed that if she confessed her identity, that arrogant young master would take her away without hesitation even if she knew that the road ahead was uncertain.

Even after leaving, it will be the endless pursuit of Nanjiang.

But she dared not gamble.

For one thing, growing up in southern Xinjiang, she was already more rational than her peers, and knew that if she followed him, she would surely do him harm forever.

Even during the year she spent with him, she had a very happy life.

But when she thinks that this friendship will have no result in the end, it can only be friendship, she always has the upper hand with reason, and she is always sober.

Secondly, the little fox she has been thinking about is still in the southern border, and that is the only light she has ever seen in the dark.

Regardless of whether the little fox was driven away or not, once she really dared to escape, the little fox would definitely be threatened.

Southern Xinjiang is her mission, but it is not what she really wants to protect.

She seems to have a lot, but what she really wants is very little.

Shenlu is her mount that grew up with her in southern Xinjiang. Although she can't speak, she can understand human language.

Listening to her choked-up words, Shenlu slowly bent his front legs, knelt beside her, and gently arched her back with his head, comforting her silently.

It wasn't until then that I realized that the girl's bare, white arms were covered with bright red scars.

These scars do not look like bruises, nor do they look like marks left after a fight. They look more like they have just been... whipped...

In my previous life, I was, after all, a Saintess of Southern Border. With my honorable status, few people dare to look directly at me and talk to me.

People who can whip me, and have used it more than once...

In my mind, a figure suddenly appeared.

Yes
Only him.

In his eyes, it is only natural for a father to beat his daughter.

He instilled all thoughts in me, no matter right or wrong, as long as I dared to refute, I would be beaten.

Although I don't have a clear memory, it can be confirmed that in my previous life, I suddenly left for no reason, and was captured by lynching in Nanjiang.

But I can guess it with my toes. With my stubborn temperament, even if I walk, I will not be so silent.

Suddenly, a male voice came from the top of the snow-capped mountain, shouting in a cold tone: "Yun, Mo, Li!"

When the girl heard the voice, the pores all over her body stood up in fright, and her already pale complexion became even paler.

"Father... Daddy..."

When I heard this voice, it was as if I had passed away, trembling all over, and I almost forgot for a moment that at this time, I was in an illusion.

By the time I realized it, the girl had already stiffened her body, rode on the divine deer, and rode towards the top of the snow mountain with a look of fear on her face.

I quickly raised my head and looked in the direction she was riding, only to see a magnificent palace suddenly appear on the top of the snow mountain...

This palace is soaring into the clouds, full of immortal energy, looming in the clouds, it seems extremely unreal...

(End of this chapter)