"Sister, don't cry, Niuniu will go find you something to eat. After Niuniu finished speaking, she ran out without waiting for the woman to speak. About half an hour, Niu Niu returned. Holding two steamed buns in his hands. It's just that Niuniu's hands are bleeding and her face is bruised.

"Give. Niu Niu handed the steamed bun to the woman.

Looking at the wound on Niuniu's face, the woman knew that Niuniu's steamed bun was stolen. She didn't want to pick it up. Because she has never stolen anything, no matter how poor or hungry she is, she has never thought of stealing, that is her bottom line. But looking at the innocent smile on Niuniu's face, the woman finally took the steamed bun in Niuniu's hand.

Women can't bear to refuse Niu Niu.

This is the first encounter between a woman and Niuniu, and from this moment on, the woman has become a person who has taken care of Niuniu and depends on Niuniu. Women regard Niuniu as the motivation to live, and in order to take care of Niuniu, women can no longer die......

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"Sister, don't cry, Niuniu is obedient, Niuniu will be very well-behaved in the future, and Niuniu will listen to her sister in everything in the future. Don't cry, okay. ”

The woman was pulled back to reality by Niuniu's voice, bent down, and the woman held Niuniu in her arms and comforted softly. "Niuniu has always been very well-behaved, it's my sister who is not good, my sister blames Niuniu for being wronged, and makes Niuniu feel wronged. Will Niu Niu forgive her sister?"

"As long as my sister doesn't cry, I will promise my sister anything. "Niu Niu's conditions are simple.

"Well, my sister doesn't cry...... Let's go home. The woman said, hugging Niuniu and preparing to leave.

"Where's my uncle?" asked Niu Niu.

"Leave him alone. The woman's voice was a little cold.

"Take your uncle home. Niu Niu had a smile on her face.

"No!" the woman was resolute.

"No! Niuniu is going to take her uncle home!" The smile disappeared, and Niuniu, who had always been obedient, suddenly became unusual, and her tone was very resolute.

The woman was stunned by Niuniu's attitude, and in her impression, this was the first time that Niuniu did not listen to her. "We can't support so many people in our family, and you see that he has a knife and so much blood on his body, he is not a good person at first glance, Niuniu is obedient, let's leave him alone. The woman began to persuade that she didn't want to have anything to do with people like Modao.

"No! Niu Niu must bring her uncle home. If my sister doesn't agree, Niuniu won't leave. With that, Niuniu struggled out of the woman's arms, walked to the ink knife, and sat on the ground with her buttocks. puffing out his mouth.

"You ......" feminine didn't know what to say. She couldn't understand why Niuniu was so obsessed with the ink knife and had to take him home. There were also people who gave alms to Niuniu before, and when asked her afterwards, she couldn't even remember whether the person who gave her was a man or a woman.

Looking at the blood on the ink knife, and the knife behind it, especially from the ink knife, she felt the cold breath, the woman didn't want to take him back, but in the end she still couldn't resist Niuniu, no way, the woman drove the ink knife step by step to her home. Niu Niu followed behind the woman, jumping up and down, very happy.

'Home' is a place that everyone yearns for, whether you are poor or rich, whether you are a bad person or a good person, everyone will have a home of their own or have been. At home, there are memories, yearnings, peace of mind, home, you, me, and ............

The night is getting deeper, and the cooling is still just cold, and it has not changed at all.

The next day, early in the morning.

The ink knife finally woke up. Out of instinct, at the moment of awakening, Modao instinctively wanted to draw the knife, and he was ready to face the punishment. But the pain and powerlessness in his body made him realize that he was not in hell, in other words, he was not dead.

"This is it. The ink knife looked around carefully. A house, an empty cave-like house, without furniture, without beds, without even the necessities of life. Only one of the beams directly above it was desperately saying to the ink knife that he was not a cave.

At this time, the ink knife was lying on a piece of dead grass, which was already soaked. I don't know if it's because of the snow on the ink knife, or because of the blood on the ink knife.

"Now that you're awake, get out of here. A woman's voice came, and the voice seemed so unhappy that even the knock was canceled out, or she didn't knock.

A woman, the ink knife saw a woman, a woman who was so emaciated that she was almost losing her feminine characteristics. A woman seen before the ink knife lost consciousness.

"Girl, did you save me?" Modao asked.

"Get out of here when you wake up. Looking at the ink knife, especially the broken knife with blood on his back, the disgust in the woman's eyes was straightforward and undisguised.

Holding his body strongly, the ink knife gave a deep salute to the woman. Mo Dao didn't want to ask the woman why she wanted to drive herself away since she saved herself, he only knew that the grace of saving her life was as deep as the sea and as heavy as a mountain. It's just that the ink knife has nothing else on its body except for a broken knife, only a gift to show gratitude. As if because the mere salute was not enough to express his gratitude, the ink knife spurted out another mouthful of blood.

limping, the broken knife has been used as a crutch by the ink knife. It's just the distance from the original location to the door, but it seems like a thousand miles away to the ink knife. Inch by inch, the ink knife moved with difficulty, and a bloody mark dragged out behind him.

The woman watched quietly, without pity, without unbearable......

At this moment, the figure of the ink knife is no longer like ink, swaying, ethereal, but more like a piece of charcoal, broken and unbearable. The only thing that is the same is that behind the black figure, there is a red following, but the first one belongs to the immortal, and the latter belongs to the ink knife himself.

"Are you going or not. The speed of the ink knife like a snail made the woman very impatient, and she wanted to kick it hard in the back.

"Sister, it's not good, the bad guys are here again. Niu Niu suddenly burst in. "Uncle Ah, why are you up? You've got a lot of blood left. Go back and lie down. "Niu Niu is worried about the ink knife. As he spoke, he ran to the ink knife and pulled down the hand holding the ink knife hard, just like before.

Mo Dao was slightly stunned, not because Niuniu made his wound more painful. He felt a familiar aura, an aura that belonged to an immortal.

"Listen to the mortals inside, today is the deadline, and from now on, this village belongs to the immortal elders of the Dushitang. A voice came.

At this time, outside the house, in the sky, there was a person sitting in the sky. The man was dressed in a gray and white uniform, and a silver long sword behind his back was more than four feet. The face is light, no more than thirty years old, fairy wind bones, and bright eyes. Below him stood a man dressed in short clothes, with small eyes, a collapsed nose, and many pockmarks on his face.

He was short, six or seven ordinary people at most. Although he was short, he stood straight, held his head high, and despised everything, just because there was a fairy above his head, and the words just came from his mouth.