Death circled around the silver bell's room, taking away a little life that had not yet been born.

Seeing the situation, Han Qian gave the antidote to Yinling, who had already bled from the seven holes, was miserable and in pain. After guarding her a little better, he went to his house with a little peace of mind.

She rummaged through the clothes her stepmother had given her. took one and walked into the room of the silver bell, ready to replace the silver bell.

Silver Ling stubbornly shook her hand and refused to let go. To make the young lady so concerned, she already felt that it was a great gift from the god of Pudaos to herself. "Miss, you, go and rest~" It's late at night. Besides, the smell of blood in the house is so strong...

Han Asa respectfully exited Silver Bell's room and half-closed the door. Because I was worried about whether there would be an accident with the silver bell, I deliberately didn't close the door.

She didn't feel too sad that Yinling had no children. Only in this way can Silver Bell pick up a life.

One life for one life is worth it.

There was a stream not far in front of the house, and she walked towards it. The sound of the water is very quiet. The willow trees by the stream have long since lost their leaves, and the lonely willow branches seem to have lost half their lives by autumn.

Han Qian sat down on the stone, and when he was lonely and lost, he remembered a poem by Wang Maha; "'Poor panshi is near the spring, and there are weeping willows whisking wine glasses. If the spring breeze is not understood, why blow the falling flowers. ’”

Just ask the people in this world, how many people are not lonely? Barely counted the stream as a prelude, accompanied by his own muttering.

Some people yearn for their life trajectory to be different and out of their own unique route. Some people long for their life trajectory to be like ordinary people, being born, going to school, going to work, buying a house, paying off a loan, and then going to die.

Han Qian belongs to the latter, she originally just hoped that she could be like all ordinary and happy families in the world. But God doesn't fulfill people's wishes. It's like the words of a certain treasure's boss: 'I never wanted to be a rich man, I just wanted to be a respected person.' ’

As a result, fate pushed him to another stage.

And he is now thrown into this hellish place.

She didn't know if she would be able to go back in a few hundred years. Go back to live a normal life, back to modern times, and have a husband who is stupid and doesn't want to quarrel. Have a lovely child. On weekdays, they go to work separately. On weekends, take the kids to the playground and watch a movie.

But all this, in the current view, is slim~ Sometimes, she even began to be unable to tell the difference, in the end it was a dream. Or, was the past life a dream? The beauty of the past life seems to be out of reach.

Here, it's all blood, indifference, and barbarism.

Here, she seems to have stepped into the trajectory of a normal person. The physique, the spiritual root, are all there. This is in line with the identity of a nobleman. Despite being a declining aristocracy.

Back at the Immortal Pavilion, she was no longer depressed and shallow when she first came here a month ago.

Only now, she doesn't want to think about anything anymore. These days, you should give yourself a few days off.

Han Qian sat on a big rock, the sound of the stream, and the occasional sound of birds flapping their wings at night. The whole black and silent sky is particularly clear.

One sitting is the whole night.

The empty mist comes in the dewy morning, and the mysterious mystery that envelops it evokes the illusion of a dream. Han Qian entered the house to prepare for bed, but heard a voice from the kitchen.

She walked towards the kitchen, "Why are you up so early?" Han Qian looked at the silver bell who was busy in the kitchen and asked.

Yinling smirked, "Miss, I'm fine~ I saw that you were staying outside the house, and I didn't dare to disturb you." ”

Han Qian looked at Yinling's bloodless lips, where was it okay. Even if it's true, this girl won't say anything. This has been Yinling's habit for so many years, and she can't say anything. He just turned around and walked out of the kitchen and into his bedroom to rest.

By the time she woke up, it was already noon.

After washing, I came out, and there were already a pound or two of cooked meat on the table, as well as some rice and vegetables.

"Miss, I've only hit a rabbit, and you're going to eat it." Silver Bell came out of the kitchen and stood on the side and said. She knew that the people of the Condor City Gang generally ate more beef. However, this place is too far away from Yaxian City, and I can't take care of the young lady's lunch when I go back and forth.

"Sit down and eat together, after eating, let's enter Yaxian City together." Han Qian ordered. After an unquestioning tone, he sat down by himself.

Yinling had a worried look on her face, how dare she sit at the same table as her master. It's just that since Miss came back last night to today, this is the second time. If you disobey it again, I'm afraid you will really anger Miss.

She sat down at the corner of the table like a poor little daughter-in-law who would not let her come to the table. After a supper, I buried my head in eating.

Han Qian doesn't care about her, it's the first time she serves the table, it's inevitable. Over time, it will be much better. It's just that Han Qian has always been a fan of rabbit meat, but he can't bear to be hungry. endured and left half a pound of rabbit meat for Yinling and got off the table.

The flesh on Han Qian's body has not changed much, but it has just rubbed George's streamer's body 'bones'. Compared with George's streamer and plump curves, the shallow self-recognition is still a certain distance from her figure.

To enter Yaxian City, Han Qian changed into his lotus-colored clothes. It's just that she never expected that she used to be loose, but now after she finally wears it, she can't breathe...

When I moved, I accidentally broke with a 'click'...

She struggled to take off her clothes, not wanting the belt behind her clothes to be accidentally pulled into a dead knot by herself... Now the clothes kept tightening her abdomen, which made it even more uncomfortable.

She tugged at the knot at the back of her dress with some impatience.

At this time, a pair of fleshy hands touched her hands. Han Qian turned around in fright, she breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be Muxia.

"You, don't peek in the future!"

"Look at the George streamer, that's called peeking. Because you are doing what is good for you behind their backs. I see you in a righteous and bright way. Mucha felt that Han Qian didn't know what peeking was, and he needed to remind her.

Han Qian couldn't cry or laugh, only to remember that Mucha is genderless. There is no concept of gender in Mucha's eyes. Men and women are not the same, just like two trees grow differently. The purpose of wearing clothes is to distinguish the characters.

She looked at Mucha seriously, "Anyway, I don't like people to see me change clothes." If you look at it later, I'll be angry. ”

"Then I won't look at it." Mucha replied nonchalantly. It's not a big deal. With that, he turned into droplets, from his shallow fingers to her stomach.

"Silver Bell~" Han Qian shouted. She just couldn't untie the knot of her belt.

"Yes, miss."

With the help of the silver bell, Han Asa changed his clothes. I haven't worn my own clothes for a long time, and today I found out that I can't wear them at all.

When I went to Yaxian City today, I first had to find an immortal doctor for Yinling to see if the fetus was completely gone. Then buy two sets of clothes for yourself and Yinling.

Then, go to the Soul Locking Slave Overseer, hand over 10,000 Condor Coins, and redeem the silver bell.