The girl's real name is Chen Yuluo, and today happens to be her fifteenth birthday.

When she woke up early in the morning, she was in a better mood than yesterday, and although she shivered with cold, she still hummed softly the songs that her mother used to hang on her lips when she was a child.

In fact, she can't remember what her parents looked like, and since the family was broken down when she was five years old, she was sold as a commodity.

Sometimes in her dreams, Chen Yuluo would dream of her childhood home, which was a very big mansion, so much so that she couldn't run it all day.

Every day, there is always a group of young ladies behind him, hungry to eat, thirsty to have warm tea to drink, hot people to fan the wind, cold to have warm clothes.

Those are the lives of Chen Yuluo today, who can't even imagine.

Originally, she would have grown up in this environment, read and learn calligraphy, learn to be a female celebrity, etc., and maybe meet a wishful husband, and her husband and children have passed in a hurry since then.

But one night, after something happened like a nightmare, those peaceful lives were completely away from her.

Chen Yuluo, who was sleeping at that time, was woken up by the fierce killing shouts and miserable wails, she quietly walked out of the door, hid in the rockery, and saw the young ladies who followed her every day, one by one falling in a pool of blood.

She hugged her legs and shivered, and before she knew it, she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up again, there was no one alive in the mansion, and the ground was full of cold corpses, all of whom were familiar to her, including her father and mother.

When he heard a movement, it seemed that an outsider had broken into his home.

Chen Yuluo, who was already frightened, hurriedly ran out of the back door of the house.

When she came to her senses, she had run out of the city gates into a wilderness, and was finally adopted by a kind peasant woman.

But within two days, she was sold by the peasant woman to the traffickers, and it became a commodity, from this house to that house, and from that house to this house.

Because she was pampered since she was a child, she couldn't do any work at all, and her family was ruined that day, which caused her too much damage, and she didn't recover for two or three years.

This is one of the reasons why she is frequently bought and sold.

Fortunately, everything is over now, although every day is a little harder, if you don't pay attention to it, you will be scolded and beaten, you can't eat enough, and you don't have warm clothes to wear.

But there is no need to be wandering around anymore and being sold as goods.

Chen Yuluo is already very content, and now there is at least a room that leaks air, but it will never leak rain, although it is full of firewood.

Although I can't eat enough every day, at least I won't starve to death, at least I still have one meal a day, unlike the previous two or three days with only one nest.

At least there are still white-flour buns!

Chen Yuluo thought that at night, he could get a white-flour steamed bun that was cold but still very sweet, and suddenly felt that his body gave birth to a lot of strength.

Even when chopping wood, the movements were much sharper, and by noon, most of the work had been completed.

It's just that the girl doesn't know that the strength born out of thin air in her body is a force released by the innate Dao Yun when she loses herself.

Every once in a while, Innate Dao Yun will consume itself, providing a little strength to fill this body, which is almost unsupportable.

If this had not been the case, the girl would have died in her sleep years earlier.

But even if it is an innate Dao rhyme, after more than ten years of losses, it will be difficult to support it for a long time, at least three or four months, and at most seven or eight months, and it will be completely dispersed.

It's just that Chen Yuluo, who didn't know it, didn't have any sense of crisis, and was still working hard for the white bread at night.

After chopping the firewood, she took the accumulated clothes to wash, and the cold well water froze her hands unconscious, and she still couldn't get rid of the smile on her face.

It's a pity that she finally washed the clothes of her sisters in the yard, but what was waiting for her was not the white face that she longed for

steamed buns, but a swearing and beating.

The anger suffered by a group of old men was vented on the girl's body by several middle-aged women.

Looking at that delicate face, the anger in the hearts of several people became a little worse, and the strength in their hands unconsciously became much heavier.

Chen Yuluo, who was dying, used his last strength to climb onto the bed in the firewood room.

It is said to be a bed, but in fact it is just a pile of hay, and a tattered quilt is laid on it, and it is difficult to even keep warm.

She fell asleep groggily, and in her dream was a steaming white flour bun, which was more practical than the pastries she had eaten when she was a child but did not remember the taste.

In her sleep, the breath on her body became weaker and weaker, and she was hanging against a wisp of innate Dao rhyme, but she might not be able to hold on at any time.

Unless there is a miracle, Chen Yuluo, who has just turned fifteen today, should never be able to open his eyes again.

Suddenly, a sigh rang out from the woodroom, and then a light rose from a string of wooden beads, turning into an illusory figure.

Ji Yuan condensed his clone with his divine thoughts, stared at the girl who was shrunk into a ball, and after a few sighs softly, he gave birth to a finger and lightly clicked.

In an instant, a streamer of light sank into Chen Yuluo's body, combing the cold qi in his body, as well as the messy faint qi and blood.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and quietly attracted the spiritual power between heaven and earth, slowly entering the girl's body, replenishing her vitality little by little.

It's a pity that this is just a god doppelganger, and there is too little that can be done, just to renew the girl's breath.

But even so, Chen Yuluo's face also had a touch of redness, and his breath gradually recovered, so that he would not be able to survive overnight.

The sleeping girl's breathing gradually stabilized, and she sank into a dream full of white-faced steamed buns that exuded heat.

On the second day, Chen Yuluo woke up from his sleep, only to feel that his throat was dry and painful, picked up the teapot on the ground, and kept pouring cold water into his mouth.

Most of the pot of cold water belly, although the cold whole body shivered, and there was an extra chill in the body, but finally the throat was no longer dry and painful, and it was also mixed with a full water.

She seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness of yesterday, smiled heartlessly, and continued with the day's work even though she had little strength left.

At a young age, she knew in her heart that only by persisting in doing it could she have a bite to eat at night.

If you don't do anything, you will not only be beaten, but you will also be starved for another day.

It's okay to be beaten, but you can't go without food!

Xiaoyuluo was full of energy, and when the sun set, he finally finished the work in his hand and successfully received half a white-flour bun.

It's just that, but she is already very satisfied.