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That's right, the stupid dream is back!

The new article has been released, and it is hot and has just been baked!

Here's a brief introduction:

After being reborn, she has been thinking about a very serious question: Who am I?

And the men in this world prefer to chase her and ask: What is the way of heaven?

Heaven? She didn't know.

She only knows that living is the right way in the world.

They don't believe it. One, two, three, all came to arrest her.

She fled.

Escaped once and was caught by Jun Yu, escaped twice and was caught by Jun Yu, and escaped three times and was caught by Jun Yu.

She cried: What are you doing with me? I don't know how to watch the stars, divination, or peeping into the sky!

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Here's the text:

"Qing'er, Qing'er......"

The muffled male voice called over and over again, eager and hasty.

The voice pierced through the darkness into her dreams, tearing through the blood and saving her from her endless fear.

She opened her eyes, and before she had time to rejoice, the picture in the dream stubbornly returned to her mind:

So much blood, so many corpses, so many fierce soldiers, so many bright and cold long knives rushed to cut at her body......

The pain, horror and despair that had resurged, left her cold and unable to move.

No, that's not a dream!

No dream can be so clear, so clear that even the smell and temperature of blood splashed on the skin can be vividly depicted; No dream could be so perfunctory, so perfunctory that she didn't even bother to make up the beginning and end of the story, leaving her with only one frame, which was as cold and abrupt as a sharp blade in her mind.

Is she - already dead?

But why is the body so heavy and the throat and wrists of a dead person still painful?

Why are there so many chaotic sounds in the ears, hitting the ear drums in small pieces, causing bursts of sharp pain that pierce the heart?

Consciousness had not yet fully recovered, and a thousand questions had already sprung up in her mind.

At this moment, a blinding light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes. Almost at the same time, a blast of thunder sounded overhead, shaking people's souls twice.

Thunder? Rain?

Could it be that he is still in the world?

The mystery in her heart is getting bigger and bigger, but her eyes can see her situation clearly at the moment through the afterglow of thunder and lightning.

Carved window lattices, red gauze tents.

A man was lying on top of her, seemingly asleep, muttering something indistinctly.

Between breaths, the smell of wine is smoky.

She instinctively felt fear. I want to escape.

But the drunkard was pressed against her whole body, her wrists were clutched by him, her shoulders were pillowed by him, and her waist was wrapped around her...... How to escape?

It took some time for her to regain all her senses, but she found that the only thing she could move was her stiff and sore neck.

Not willing to give up, she finally turned her head away and bit the man's ear with all her might.

But she still overestimated this weak and useless body.

The tip of her tongue had not yet tasted blood, and her teeth were too sore to stand it.

A sharp pain immediately followed from the back of his head. The man grabbed her hair that was scattered on the pillow and squeezed it tightly.

After that, it was slapped mercilessly.

The strength was so great that she had no doubt that she would die on the spot.

Unexpectedly, the slap was rubbed against her cheek, only rubbing against her earlobe, and it didn't hurt at all.

The man let go of the hand that was gripping her hair, slowly lowered his head, and kissed a tear that had slid down her cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said in a dumb voice, "Qing'er, I'm sorry. ”

Qing'er? Who is it?

She felt the name familiar.

But when she was about to think about it, a tingling pain pierced deep into her brain from her sideburns, like a cold, sharp steel needle that drilled through her skull.

Her consciousness blurred again.

In the drowsiness, I seemed to be able to hear a mournful call in my ears: "Qing'er, come back ......"

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After that, I woke up again, still because of pain and suffocation.

It's already dawn.

In front of me was a familiar angry face. A pair of delicate but not weak hands strangled her neck.

She involuntarily opened her mouth wide and fluttered in vain like a fish out of water.

But the hands suddenly relaxed.

The man threw her out with a bang, his voice as cold as ice: "Who sent you?" Say! ”

She fell on the covers, coughed in her throat for a while, and shook her head slowly.

"Zheng-" There was a soft sound, the sound of a sharp sword unsheathed.

She shuddered, and the boundless fear spread from the bottom of her heart to her limbs, and her heart tightened again.

The blade of the sword rested against her neck. Slight pain, chill to the bones.

Her body refused to listen to her, and she had to look at the man with wide eyes.

The man stared at her, his gaze was as sharp and cold as the long sword in his hand: "Tell me who your master is, and I'll give you a good time!" ”

She moved her lips, but she couldn't speak.

- Who is her master?

Before asking this question, can you tell her who she is?

The man was clearly enraged by her reaction. His gaze condensed, and the long sword in his hand slammed forward.

She closed her eyes in despair.

"Don't—" There was a scream outside, and the door was slammed open.

The expected severe pain did not come for a long time, but an unfamiliar cry sounded in front of the bed: "Master, our girl didn't mean to bump into your ......"

She hesitated and opened her eyes.

At this time, Fang knew that the long sword in the man's hand had grazed the side of her neck and stabbed down, penetrating the futon and nailing into the bed.

On the ground knelt a little girl of thirteen or fourteen with a beard, her shoulders shrugged, and she was crying mournfully.

The man looked at his hand holding the sword and did not look back: "Who are you?" ”

The little girl raised her head and wiped her tears anxiously: "I am the girl's girl Lan'er - master, our girl is new, her body is weak, and her mother has not had time to teach her the rules, if you do something wrong, you can spare her!" ”

"Here, is it a green building?" The man withdrew his hand and took the sword back, but it was not sheathed.

Lan'er nodded again and again and raised her voice: "Yes, this is Zuichun Building!" Our girl hasn't served a guest yet, and you were drunk and stumbled here last night......"

The man frowned slightly, and paused for a moment before ordering coldly: "Go find your master to come over." ”

The little girl hurriedly agreed to exit the door, and ran away in a gust of wind.

The door was carried by the wind, and it closed with a "clang".

The woman shuddered and woke up.

When he looked up, he met the man's inquiring gaze.

"I ......" she tentatively opened her mouth, but her throat still couldn't make a sound.

The man suddenly reached out and pinched her chin: "You, what's your name?" ”

She thought about it for a long time, but finally shook her head gloomily, avoiding his gaze.

The sword suddenly came to her neck again, and slowly pressed down.

She hurriedly shrank back, but the blade followed her little by little, never half an inch below her neck.

Finally, she fell back into bed in embarrassment, and there was no way back. It only took a little more to send the blade forward to take her life.

The man looked at her, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, but there was a clear hatred in his eyes.

She thought that she would not be able to escape death after all, but the man's thin lips opened lightly, and he actually made a very gentle voice: "From today on, your name is Qing'er." ”

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I know what will happen next, and I remember that the title of the book is "The Little Girl is Incompetent, and the Son of the World Seeks More Blessings" ~(づ ̄3 ̄)づ╭~