The chaotic consciousness gradually gathered, and Le Qianyao opened his eyes in the musty smell.
Cracked wooden beams hung overhead, and spider webs drifted between the drafty window frames.
He endured the severe pain from his brain and the physical fatigue and tried to prop himself up, but found that even his fingertips were trembling. This child's body was even weaker than he had imagined.
"Are you awake?" A soft child's voice came along with rustling sounds.
The little girl with pigtails raised her head from the edge of the bed. There were still red marks from sleep on her cheeks, but her glass-like eyes were surprisingly bright.
As she ran out the door barefoot, the shell necklace around her waist jingled: "Mother! Little brother is awake!"
The moment the curtain was lifted, the salty sea breeze rushed in.
A woman in plain clothes approached, holding a clay bowl, her knuckles as rough as if they had been rubbed by sand and stone.
"Have some rice porridge."
She pressed the warm bowl into Le Qianyao's palm. The cracked edge of the bowl reflected the thin morning light. "You've been unconscious for three days and three nights. If you don't eat something, even a body of iron won't be able to bear it."
"Okay, thank you."
Feeling the hunger coming from his body, Le Qianyao didn't act pretentiously. He took the rice porridge and started eating it in big mouthfuls. The sound of swallowing was particularly clear in the silence.
The little girl leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at Le Qianyao. Her big watery eyes were full of desire. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She turned around and grabbed the corner of the woman's patched clothes and said, "Mother, I want to eat white rice porridge, too."
The woman sighed and stroked her daughter's head, "Lier, don't make trouble, your brother is a patient!"
"Oh!" Although a little disappointed, the girl called Li'er did not blame Le Qianyao.
After eating the white rice porridge, the hunger in the body was relieved. Le Qianyao said gratefully: "Thank you!"
The woman then brought up the matter and asked, "Child, what is your name?"
"My name is Le Qianyao."
"Le Qianyao?" The woman was stunned. She seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but she had forgotten where.
The woman asked again, "What about your family? Where is your home?"
"I have no home, all my family members are dead." Le Qianyao's hands trembled, and his face showed some memories and anger.
Family, they are so far away that they feel unfamiliar. All relatives and friends related to me died six thousand years ago, and all this is thanks to Tang San. If it weren't for Tang San's deliberate interference, with Le Qianyao's ability at the time, he could definitely advance to the first level of god and bring all his relatives into the divine realm.
"You are so pitiful, little brother. How about I give you half of my mother, so that you will have a mother!" Li'er said naively.
She threw herself into the woman's arms and asked, "Mother, can you let my brother stay with us?"
The woman looked at Le Qianyao. How could such a young child survive in this slum?
"Child, since you have nowhere to go, if you don't mind." She held Li'er in her arms, as if protecting two weak flames, "then use this place as a place to stay."
As his heart was touched, an inexplicable warmth filled Le Qianyao's heart, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.
Le Qianyao nodded gently in the steam rising from the rice milk and agreed, "Yes."
"Really? That's great. Li'er will have a brother in the future, and we can play together." Li'er jumped for joy.
…
Half a month later.
On the beach at the coast, the setting sun burned half the sky red, and the golden afterglow sprinkled on the vast beach
Le Qianyao sat quietly on a reef, cross-legged.
The soul power flowed along the meridians, and a faint silver glow appeared around the body.
However, whenever his soul power flowed through the Shura Sword Seal on his back, the dormant Shura Sword Seal would be activated, and the Shura evil spirit would rush against his meridians, causing a sharp pain like a knife cutting him, which made him curl up like a shrimp.
"Damn it, it still doesn't work. It's fine if I don't practice, but it hurts like hell once I do!"
At this time, a barefoot girl walked up to Le Qianyao and curiously poked Le Qianyao's forehead, which was oozing with cold sweat.
"Brother Xiaoyao, what's wrong with you?"
When Le Qianyao opened his eyes, he saw a fair and tender little face with a touch of pink on it. Her emerald green hair was casually scattered on her shoulders, and there was a hint of worry in her big watery eyes.
"It's Li'er! Don't worry, I'm fine."
After repeated confirmation, he finally confirmed that the little girl in front of him was the future super powerful person who would be famous throughout the continent, Holy Spirit Douluo Yali.
Le Qianyao also confirmed the timeline he was in. Perhaps due to the influence of the turbulence of time and space, he arrived on Douluo Star nearly a hundred years earlier than Tang Wulin.
But it's better this way. I have more time to plan for the future, and I have also made arrangements on Douluo Star in advance. I used the God of Destruction to bring down divine punishment on Tang Hao and A Yin. In this way, at least I can ensure that these two people will not pose any threat to me before Tang Wulin arrives on Douluo Star, and I have enough time to develop.
Yali jumped off the reef and searched through the pile of shells she had collected. She found a fluorescent shell. She stuffed the shell into Le Qianyao's hand and said, "Fly away if it hurts! My mother said that beautiful glowing shells are treasures of the sea. As long as you hold the shell, you won't feel any pain."
Le Qianyao smiled, touched Yali's head, and said, "Thank you, Li'er, I don't feel any pain anymore. Let's go, it's getting late, we should go back."
"Uh-huh."
The two walked together towards home.
When he was almost at the door of his house, Le Qianyao saw two people in white combat uniforms standing at the door.
The spotless white combat uniform looks cold and majestic; it fits the body perfectly, outlining a sturdy figure.
The most eye-catching thing is the pure white cloak, which falls gracefully from the shoulders like a soft cloud.
On their chests, there is a white badge with a pair of wings on it. The wings are folded to guard the golden holy sword in the middle.
The two men looked kind and were talking to Yali's mother Lina.
"My lords, please wait a moment." Lina turned and went into the house, took out a neatly folded piece of clothing and handed it to the two of them.
"Sir, I have already patched the hole in your clothes. Don't worry, I sewed it on purpose so that the patch can't be seen."
One of them took the clothes and said gratefully, "Thank you so much, Sister Na. It's all thanks to you, otherwise I would be scolded by the elders again."
The man took out some federal coins from his pocket and handed them to Lina, who quickly waved her hand to refuse.
"No, no, how can I take your money?"
"Take it, Sister Li. If the elder knew about this, he would definitely scold me. Next time if my clothes get torn, I will come to you again."
"Well... okay then!" Lina took the federal currency handed over by the man.
After a brief greeting, the two prepared to leave. As they were leaving, the other person reminded Lina, "By the way, Sister Li, an evil soul master has escaped to our place these days. I heard he is very ferocious. We are already searching for him with all our strength, but you still have to be more careful these days and it's best not to go out."
"Yes, I understand. Thank you, my Lords."
After saying that, the two men turned and left.