"Well, when you go, grandma will go back to the house."

Forever, you go and I will go again, and you will always imprint your little back in your eyes.

This is too warm for Qin Jiu, who has tasted blood and blood since birth and has never experienced family affection......

Qin Jiu forcibly suppressed the touch in his heart, turned around, and walked on the path to school.

At present, Qin Jiu has smoothed out all of Qin Jiaojiao's memories, which let Qin Jiu know that she has come to an interface called Earth, where there are many legends of cultivating immortals, but people regard them as myths......

"It's true that the aura is a little lacking, but it's not that it can't be cultivated."

Qin Jiu stretched out his hand to sense it, and the conclusion he got made Qin Jiu breathe a sigh of relief, if she couldn't cultivate, even if she found her husband, she would only have a short lifespan of a few decades, and the Sauvignon Blanc Shou she expected was too far away, and she couldn't accept it at all.

The matter of cultivation is solved, where can you go to find it?

Qin Jiu, who is only seven years old at the moment, is frowning with little brows, and her mind is full of her bastard husband...... Obviously, I have so many peach blossoms, I have to eat her vinegar, if you are jealous, you will eat it, you run away from home......

Thinking of the man who became a sea when he was jealous, Qin Jiu was furious, and at the same time helpless, there was no way, who made her like it......

When Qin Jiu came to the classroom with a frown, the bell rang just now.

Qin Jiu didn't know if he was shocked by the bell or frightened by the people in the classroom in front of him, so he stood at the door and didn't move.

At this time, Qin Jiu really wanted to ask, why were there two tables and chairs side by side in the position in her memory, the key was that they were all empty, could she state that the original owner of her body was a little vague about whether her seat was left or right.

Just when Qin Jiu was thinking about whether there were any kind-hearted friends who would show her the way out of the way, there was a sound of footsteps behind her.

The sound of footsteps, not in a hurry or slowly, was simply pressing the bell of class into the classroom, and then Qin Jiu saw that the figure of Xiao Bulaji passed her sideways and walked in the direction of the desk where she was so entangled.

Thank God, thank you, Qin Jiu followed the figure of Xiao Bulaji at this time, of course, the figure went to the left, and she naturally went to the right.

Then a small storm with vague memories was lifted.

After Qin Jiu sat down, the teacher came.

The teacher is a nineteen-year-old girl, very beautiful, in Qin Jiu's memory, this teacher likes Qin Jiaojiao very much, mainly because Qin Jiaojiao studies well and is obedient.

Because Qin Jiaojiao had already learned it once, Qin Jiu seemed a little bored when he heard the class, and besides, this was a preschool class, and he had so much knowledge over and over again, so Qin Jiu, who was bored in every way, couldn't sit still.

Just as Qin Jiudong was looking around, the figure of Xiao Bulaji, who was sitting upright, came into Qin Jiu's eyes.

"Why do I think you're so familiar?"

Qin Jiu leaned over, this little face was really familiar the more she looked at it, and the more she looked at it, the more she looked like her runaway husband.

This nose, this mouth, and this eye, the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

It's a miniature version of her wicked husband.

However, Qin Jiu's enthusiasm can really be said to be completely attached to the cold ass.

The miniature version of the husband who was small in Qin Jiu's eyes didn't mean to ignore Qin Jiu at all.