There will be calamities in the Tower of Original Sin every once in a while, and each calamity will always take some people's lives, in order to survive, the warriors here do everything possible to improve their cultivation.

They found that except for the ten rooms that were not affected by the calamity, as long as the realm reached the fifth level of the psychic realm, they could survive the calamity.

But how can the fivefold of the psychic realm be so easy to break through, many people will not be able to cross this watershed in their lifetime, Luo Tianzong has a thousand outer disciples, and there are no more than twenty people who can break through the fivefold of the psychic realm every year.

At this time, in order to survive, the warrior who is weak in the realm will offer things to the strong and pray to enter the room for shelter. Spending a treasure for every catastrophe you survive is not a long-term solution.

If the strength is weaker, the treasures on the body will be robbed, and when the catastrophe comes, you can only wait for death, this is fate, and you can't avoid it.

The wind howled and the sky was silent, and the gray sky was dead and silent, unmoved by the life that was about to wither. Entering the Tower of Original Sin, no one thinks of going out, and death is the end for everyone.

Qin Yang also noticed a detail, the other eight people had martial artists in the room, but there was one room with the door closed, and no martial artist dared to go there to disturb him.

Eight people in the open space hugged each other, shivering in the wind, and before they died, they cried and screamed, venting their dissatisfaction with heaven and earth, and the people in the room looked at them indifferently.

Only the little boy didn't cry or make trouble, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time, and it would be relief to die.

"Whew!"

Dozens of tornadoes whistled past, dust flew between the heavens and the earth, and the eight figures were gradually submerged in dust, and the others looked indifferently, accustomed to this kind of thing.

"It's now!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qin Yang used two pulse spirits to rush out of the door of the room, turning into two black shadows and flying towards the little boy, the little boy who was originally waiting for death had already closed his eyes, and a tornado was only a dozen meters away from him.

The body was swept up by a force, and the little boy did not struggle, he thought that a tornado had swept him up. However, the next moment he suddenly found that what was waiting for him was not the imaginary wind tearing his body, but being wrapped in that force and rolling towards a room!

"That kid opened the door!"

At this time, someone found that Qin Yang's door was open, and the tornado had arrived, and they hated it so much, and now going out is no different from looking for death.

Some people didn't move, some people did, they were all martial artists of the fivefold psychic realm, and the tornado couldn't threaten their lives.

"Are you dreaming about it, do you want to compete with me?"

The speed of the pulse spirit is extremely fast, which can be compared to the feet of the warriors, and those warriors dare not release their pulse spirits, for fear of being swept away by the wind.

Doomsday and the Underworld were no ordinary pulse spirits, and their speed was unimaginably fast, and they had returned to the room in the blink of an eye, making the warriors who rushed over itch with hatred.

"Damn!"

A hand was about to reach into Qin Yang's room, only a foot away, but at this moment, the door of the room closed, leaving him in vain.

As soon as the door of the room closed, the noise outside instantly subsided a lot. The little boy in rags was dirty, but his eyes were exceptionally clear, and he was staring at Qin Yang with those clear eyes at this time, full of defense.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Qin Yang tried to make his voice as gentle as possible.

The little boy grabbed the rags of little fabric on his body and shrank back into the corner, he learned in the Tower of Original Sin that he could only believe in himself. Qin Yang found that the little boy was stumbling and didn't say a word.

"Can't you speak?"

"The bloodline on her body is the Demon Spirit Clan, and the bloodline is very pure, usually only a member of the royal family......" Stygian said.

"Demon Spirit Clan?" Qin Yang had heard of this clan for the first time.

"Her father or mother must have a high status in the Demon Spirit Clan, otherwise her bloodline would not be so pure. She doesn't belong to the orcs you said, she's a real demon. ”

The man in the corner was not a boy, but a girl.

"The bloodline of the Demon Spirit Clan is very small, and the bloodline of the king is even more difficult to inherit, if she returns to the Demon Spirit Clan, she will definitely be made a princess. It's just that I don't know why she is in Luo Tianzong and exiled to the Tower of Original Sin. ”

"Princess?" Qin Yang knew that the little man in the corner turned out to be a woman, and seeing the scars on her face, Qin Yang felt distressed, these knife marks should have been cut by herself.

In the cruel place of the Tower of Original Sin, no woman can survive, not even a little girl, who will become the object of scramble. In order to survive, the little girl pretended to be dumb and cut her face, and you can imagine how much she suffered.

"You're probably hungry, aren't you? Eat something and take a shower. ”

Qin Yang took out dry food and dried meat from the storage ring, and ate a little of everything in front of the little girl to reassure her.

In the Tower of Original Sin, what is most lacking is food and cultivation resources, the little girl, like many people, has not eaten a full meal since she came to the Tower of Original Sin, and her eyes lit up when she saw the dried meat in Qin Yang's hand, those things were probably the best food she had ever seen.

The little girl reached out and took the food, she didn't care whether the food was poisonous or not, even if she knew that the food was poisonous, she would not hesitate to eat it, and being a full ghost was also a very luxurious wish for her.

Duan Wuzhong had everything for Qin Yang, even the bathtub, Qin Yang took the bathtub out and poured water into it.

The little girl's eyes widened, and Qin Yang took out one thing after another out of thin air, which simply stunned her. What's even more incredible is that Qin Yang seems to have endless water, and that water is so clear and pure that she has forgotten how long she hasn't drunk this kind of water.

"Let's take a shower after eating. Qin Yang smiled softly at the little girl, left his clothes next to the bathtub, and then he turned around and turned his back to the little girl in the corner.

The little girl stared at Qin Yang's back silently and stopped gobbling up. The corners of her eyes were moist, and a crystal tear streaked across her face, revealing a tear stain on the dirty face, revealing her already delicate skin.

She had suffered so much that she had despaired of life. Qin Yang's appearance was like a ray of sunshine shining into her dark world, making her world brighter.

After eating the food, the little girl took off her clothes and drank a sip of bathtub water before entering the bathtub, washing her dirty body little by little, revealing her delicate skin.

During the whole process, there was only the sound of the little girl taking a bath, and Qin Yang turned his back to the little girl. After a long time, a timid and delicate female voice sounded, probably because many did not dare to speak, and the little girl's voice was very hoarse.

"I washed my ......"

Qin Yang turned around and saw a little girl wearing a wide robe that didn't fit well, her wet hair hanging down all over the sky, and her head drooping, not wanting Qin Yang to see her face.

To tell the truth, the little girl has yellow muscles and thin muscles, and there are fine scales on the outside of her body, which has nothing to do with the word beauty, but Qin Yang felt pity in his heart when he saw the appearance of the little girl.

"With me in the future, you won't suffer anymore, and don't think about it anymore from the painful memories of the past. ”

Qin Yang didn't want to ask about the little girl's past, this poor life, in addition to pain, there was only greater pain in her memory.

"Brother...... Are you my brother? Are you finally here to pick up the scales?"

The little girl threw herself into Qin Yang's arms, and her vague memory was that she had an older brother, which was one of her few warm memories.

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