In the early snow, Ouyang Xianyue put on a fox fur cloak and moved the brazier towards the child beside her. "Mo Qing, what are you laughing at?" The child raised his head with a smile, his eyes sparkling. "Auntie, are there really such strange weapons in this world?" The pages of the book in his hand were turned over several times. There was a string of bells drawn on the page. Ouyang Xianyue's expression was slightly startled, and her eyes fell on the inscription, "Cangluan Bell". There was once a talented and beautiful person in the south of the Yangtze River. He created a set of exercises. The inherited force was condensed into an object, and it was connected to the meridians of the whole body. If the bell is too far away from itself and someone shakes it, it will feel like tearing pain because it is connected to the meridians. The broken bell will cause damage to the person's meridians. ++++Ouyang Xianyue looked at the handwriting on it carefully. Perhaps the book had been slightly yellowed because it had been stored for too long, but the handwriting was still clearly visible. "Is there really someone who would use all his body's meridians and force to protect someone at all times?" She didn't know the answer, and turned away to look at the snow outside the house. After a long while, she sighed leisurely, "Maybe." "What if that person betrayed her?" Snowflakes fell, falling softly on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and seemed to think of someone in the darkness. The person was in ink and black hair, with bright eyes, and the tear marks on the corners of his eyes seemed to have just cried. "Maybe she doesn't care."
Purpose: Throughout our lives, things will backfire