The only thing that really made Jinghong can't help but curse this ghost weather and ghost place in her heart is the last point, because for Jinghong, who has been a beauty for two lifetimes, witnessing the process of getting uglier and uglier day by day is the most unbearable for her. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is also the fundamental reason why she was able to restrain her desire to eat wildly and fight to lose weight.

Of course, no matter how much she can't bear it, she has to continue to endure it.

After all, what skin, appearance, demeanor, and demeanor are far less important to her than her life.

Jinghong even thought about it bitterly, for her now, who can only use all her strength to survive, the most applicable sentence is probably the sentence "There is nothing important in life except death".

As long as she can live, let alone sacrifice that flawless skin, she will never frown if she still needs to contribute her arms or legs.

She wants to live, she wants to leave here alive, she wants to pass the test of the Dragon Temple alive, and enter the Dream Dragon Fantasy Realm to receive training.

Even though the road under her feet kept stretching forward as if there was no end, she still didn't believe that this strange world would have no end.

Light and darkness are born together, yin and yang are opposite, nothing in this world will have only one side, and in the same way, anything powerful in this world will inevitably have its own weaknesses.

It is because of this belief that she can keep going.

Time passed as she mechanically moved her legs, mechanically fed the child, mechanically searched for all the shaded places to rest, and no matter how much she saved, the last bit of water she had left was fed to the child one after another.

She hadn't found a water source for almost a month, and in the last few days, she hadn't seen a single tree.

Looking at the endless desert in front of him, the whole heart of Jinghong, who was still walking, gradually sank to the bottom.

She had no water, no vegetables or fruits, and if she couldn't find water for the rest of the day, she would have to drink her blood for herself and the child.

It doesn't taste good, but no matter how bad it is, it's at least better than dying of thirst.

Of course, the worst part is that she and the child are already seriously overdrawn, and they can't support much time.

If they still can't see any green today, then she's going to have to go back.

She didn't want to die, and she didn't want the child she had just fattened to die with her, so she had no choice.

Finally survived the scorching day, after the sun set, Jinghong set off again with the child in his arms.

But the situation was as bad as she had expected, and she trekked all night, but there was still not a trace of green in the places she passed.

When the sun rose, she lay down in a small shadow under a certain sand dune to regain her strength and spirit, but the child she had placed between her body and the sand dunes began to cry out of hunger and thirst.

The child's voice was as thin as a little milk cat, but as soon as she heard her cry, she immediately got up.

She took out a small half bowl of rice noodles that had been ground finely, and then slashed her wrist and put a small half bowl of blood into it.

Jinghong's mana was only imprisoned and unusable, and it didn't completely disappear from her body, so Jinghong's blood still belonged to the Ten Perfection Tonic Pill series.

After discovering this, Jinghong immediately gave up his plan to feed all the rice noodles and blood to the child.

She set the porcelain bowl aside, then took a wooden spoon from the basket and scooped a small spoonful of the mixture of blood and rice flour into the child's mouth.

Because of hunger, the child subconsciously swallowed the spoonful of the mixture of blood and rice noodles into her mouth, but then, the smell of blood made her vomit subconsciously.

Jinghong felt a little distressed about the wasted food and blood, but for a few months old child, she couldn't scold the other party even if she was distressed.

After patiently waiting until the child stopped vomiting, Jing Hong scooped a spoonful of the mixture of blood and rice noodles from the porcelain bowl and put it into the child's mouth.

Maybe it's because of the previous one as a foreshadowing, or maybe it's because the child is really hungry, in short, although the child is still bitter this time, but in the end she swallows the unpleasant and disgusting mixture of blood and rice noodles as expected.

She was overjoyed, and she was thinking about whether to feed the child another spoonful when it suddenly began to rain in the sky above them.

Jinghong was stunned for a moment before ecstatically taking out all kinds of jars and jars to prepare to catch water, the child seemed to feel her joy, when Jinghong was busy receiving water, the child has been babbling and waving thin arms to cheer her up.

Jinghong's wrist was still bleeding, but her mood was already flying, especially when she saw the young green seedlings emerging in the golden desert, and then those green seedlings grew into flowers and trees and fruits at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it weren't for such a miracle, Jinghong would almost have forgotten that he was still in the Dragon Temple.

The long-term struggle to survive has made it easier for her to feel joy, and she can't help but be happy with every drop of rain that falls, every seedling that grows, and every fruit that bears.

After setting up the jars, she couldn't help but reach out to catch the raindrops, and after receiving the raindrops in her hands, she couldn't help but walk into the rain.

The dripping, not small rain soon drenched her, but she had only joy in her heart.

The continuous scorching sun made her desperate for a lot of water from her body to her soul, and this rain made every pore around her body stretch out, which couldn't be more comfortable.

She closed her eyes unconsciously, but every inch of her body was still feeling the rain that had freed her and the child from thirst and heat.

When she opened her eyes again, she was greeted by the miraculous scene of the desert turning into an oasis and the flowers blooming and bearing fruit.

The willows and flowers are bright, and the joy in Jinghong's heart is all turned into a smile.

When the dust settled, Jinghong recovered from great joy and deep awe, and the child she had held in her arms had grown into a little boy who was two and a half feet (about 0.83 meters) tall.

Seeing that the child had suddenly grown a year old, Jinghong was not too surprised.

At this time, she was almost sure that this child must also be a part of this world.

And she also vaguely guessed that if she had ignored the child at that time, then she would never have seen such a miracle happen at this time.