Jian Zhixi walked out of the cave and saw a bright light outside the cave.

Suddenly, Jian Zhixi sat up suddenly, opened his eyes, and began to pant up and down.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, trying to calm her breathing and calm herself.

It's this nightmare again, and she can't remember how many times it was.

The dream was clear and real, but she had forgotten what the man looked like, and the man's appearance was blurred in her mind.

After a long time, Jian Zhixi gradually couldn't tell whether this was real or illusory, whether it was a memory or a dream.

I couldn't think of it, so I just didn't think about it anymore, anyway, she couldn't meet that big devil again.

Jian Zhixi stretched out her fingers and counted them, it was almost a thousand years, and she had traveled here for nearly a thousand years.

The days trickle by like flowing water, ordinary but fun.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Jian Zhixi got dressed and washed clean.

After that, she walked to the backyard to water the little flowers she had planted.

Water droplets drip from the leaves all the way to the roots, seeping into the soil, and the small flowers exude vitality.

The days in Heaven were boring, and it was only when she took care of the flowers and plants she planted that she found a little pleasure.

In her previous life, she was an orphan and grew up in a welfare home.

Her parents only left her one name - Jian Zhixi.

Translated into the vernacular, it's just enough – that's enough!

Jian Zhixi felt that this name could express her parents' true feelings for her.

With no parents to rely on, she relies on herself for everything, works hard and hard, and is a star doctor in the hospital.

The night she was hit and killed, she had just finished her shift and walked home alone.

She doesn't have many friends, and she likes to plant some flowers and plants on weekdays to spice up her life.

Therefore, it is only when she is taking care of her flowers and plants that she can feel that she is still herself, and not - Si Ming.

After watering, Jian Zhixi found that there were a few flowers in the yard that seemed to have a hazy spirituality.

With a little more time, they will be able to develop Spirits.

This made Jian Zhixi excited, and there was a sense of relief that my child had finally grown up.

Saying goodbye to her children, she went into the study.

The life of the division, the destiny of the world.

As a secretary, what Jian Zhixi has to do every day is to write his life for the people of the world.

It is not difficult for her to write a life, she has never worked as a clerk in her previous life, but she has read countless novels, and she has more stories in her head than anyone else.

Jian Zhixi's hand flickered, and a pen appeared in the palm of her hand.

This pen is the pen of life that she received from the ceremonial officer on the day she succeeded to the command.

It has endless ink, and the words it writes cannot be erased by anyone, not even the Emperor of Heaven.

Looking at the life pen in his hand, Jian Zhixi remembered that terrifying dream again.

At that time, she didn't feel anything, only the pleasure of revenge in her heart, and when she thought about it now, she felt her hairs stand on end.

If this pen really wrote a line on the man's tintin, then she still holds it every day, just think about it... Disgusting.

But this life pen cannot be lost or replaced, so she often tells herself that it is just a dream.

She was reluctant to use her life pen.

Although every time Jian Zhixi holds the pen of life, he has a small pimple in his heart.

But fortunately, she had a big heart, and she forgot about this little pimple after a while.