"Actually, there was something wrong with what he said at the time, my master didn't die of illness—"

When the thin girl opened her mouth to say the first sentence, a strange and bright light stirred up at the bottom of her eyes, and the little popularity that was finally warmed by the smell of fireworks on her body quietly converged into the cold light in the corner of her eyes-

The source of these countless strange lights can be traced back to a rainy night fifteen years ago.

The weather was bad, muddy and slippery under my feet. The rain poured down into a fine hair, snaking through the dark night where the fingers could not be seen, and a small silver light snaggled out.

A woman in a white cloak, dressed in a hat, expertly cut through the sloping trees, dodging the angular rocks, and stepping on them to form a tiny puddle of water.

She had walked this road so many times that even when she became deaf and blind in the future, she was confident that she would be able to climb over the mountain and return to her doorstep with all her beards and tails.

Since she came to live on this mountain, she has lived almost exactly the same day after day, and she rightly thinks that she will continue like this in the future, completely unaware that God has his own set of arrangements for the death of the dead.

Her fixed number, at the corner of the sheep intestine path less than fifty steps away from the door of the house, with a rumbling thunder, came with great fanfare—

Lightning as bright as frost and snow pierced the sky, shining a thrilling light, which fell right on the swarthy rock in front of him.

The problem was that the woman didn't remember that there would be such a rock in this position.

So she walked over, not thinking about the slightest need to be afraid and hesitate, and put her head close - anyway, she was not even afraid of poisonous snakes and beasts, what could an inexplicable stone do to her?

Thinking like this, the woman lowered her head and looked at it like this, and even touched it with her hand, but unexpectedly, the swarthy rock came to life, and it was loose and turned into a long chain of winding black iron.

One end of the long chain suddenly rose up half-human, flashing a pair of obsidian-like eyes, and the slightly lower part slowly cracked, spitting out a bright red snake hyacinth! It wasn't a long chain, it wasn't a rock, it was a dark python that passed through here and was resting!

Faced with this scene, the ordinary woman was afraid that she was about to scream for a landslide, but she just pursed her lips, and her expression was no different from seeing an earthworm. She pursed her lips and blew a small tune, and the whole body anger that the giant python was still holding suddenly turned into panic, and the front half of her body fell to the ground with a bang, smashing out a columnar pit, and the muddy water splashed, brushing the woman's white cheeks in a flash.

Her cold gaze drifted down, unceremoniously opened the python's closed tight mouth, and without saying anything, she stuffed a pill into it, and fumbled it with ease, straightening half of its body, and the pill slid down with a "grunt".

But in the blink of an eye, the python's powerful body softened into a straw rope, and she was loosely played with back and forth, wondering whether to pull out a few scales and leave, or—

Her stomach rattled at an inopportune moment.

The giant python seemed to have foreseen his not very glorious and mighty death, and with a roll of his eyes, he turned his back and pretended to be dead.

The woman smashed her mouth, reached out to play with the lower half of her body that had not yet had time to fully stretch out, and reached over with her palm, feeling a soft wisp of body temperature from between the rain and the cold of snake scales.

It was a naked baby lying under the snake, holding the cold, hard scales of the snake for warmth.

The moment the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, the baby grinned at her, and saliva flowed down the corners of her lips, like a little white flower that didn't know where it came from, and it took root in her heart.

The woman left this baby, not for more companionship, but because she was born not afraid of snakes, insects, rats and ants, and was talented.

Those people under the mountain respect her very much, respect, it is the respect of awe, and it is a little similar to respect and love, but it is completely two different things that cannot be beaten by eight poles.

The smiling face in person is to please her, so that she can detoxify the person who was bitten by the snake, as for what the people behind her said, whether she was a snake spirit or a monster next to her, she knew it, but she didn't care.

But now it's different, and Styx has sent her such a suitable candidate to inherit her mantle. Heaven didn't treat her kindly—at least until the baby was fourteen.

She had no name or surname, so she asked the baby to call her master, and gave the baby a name - He Jiaojiao. Just because on the night I picked her up, I just carried her into the house and put her down, and the heavy rain outside the window suddenly stopped, and then a beam of moonlight sprinkled into the window lattice.

The mountain is high, the moon is small, the moon is small, and he is bright.

The woman said it was her master, but she didn't teach her much—at least that's what He Jiaojiao had always thought.

Growing up, the master said the most in her ear was not to go down the mountain.

At first, He Jiaojiao didn't know to ask, but what the master said was right, he honestly stayed on the mountain and didn't go anywhere, he was happy to play in the mud with his bare feet, and he took it for granted that the world should be as big as this mountain.

But children will grow up, and paper can't hold the fire.

The woman felt that He Jiaojiao had grown from a two-year-old child with a bare ass and a snake around her neck to a little girl like a flower, as if it had taken less than one night of hard work.

Grown up children are not so easy to deceive, and the first time He Jiaojiao sneaked down the mountain was in the afternoon when the master went out to collect medicine.

It was the first time she had come to a place where there were bridges, water, and homes, and she shared less than a quarter of an hour from being at a loss to being familiar with the road, and finally quietly took a string of sugar gourds from the stall and stuffed them into her mouth, and went home happily.

That was also the first time that the master actually beat her.

When kneeling outside the door, looking at the flickering candle light and shadow from the window of the thatched house in front of him, He Jiaojiao licked the remaining sugar residue on his lips, and sincerely felt that this beating was not in vain.