Chapter 1

The sun is burning like blood, lighting up the distant sky.

The valley is full of orange red light, for the grass everywhere, put on a gorgeous brocade.

A tall figure, staggering in the valley.

This is a man in a black brocade shirt.

The man holds a dragon sword with ruby inlaid hilt in his right hand and covers his chest in his left.

Can't see the expression on the face, because the man's face is covered with black towel, only showing the vast sea of stars, and like a pair of eyes of the deep valley.

The light in the eyes, sharp as a knife, full of cold.

The man walked a few steps, a stagger at the foot, and quickly supported himself on the ground with his sword.

Breathed a breath, the sharp eye son swept around for a while.

A moment later, as if because there was no danger, the man couldn't hold on any longer and fell down with a soft leg.

The mountain breeze brings the breath of vegetation.

Not far from the man in the grass, at this time is lying a petite figure.

The figure's hair was messy, and a wisp of broken hair covered his forehead, but it couldn't cover the scarlet blood on his forehead.

The bloodstain meanders down, on that thin small face, appears startling.

As you can see, this is a teenage girl.

The little girl's eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes covered the brilliance in her eyes.

Soon after the man fell down, the little girl's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, small ears also moved.

If you listen carefully, you can find that the little girl's breathing, pause, and then become as shallow as before.

Xia Xueqing was awakened by pain.

However, after years of vigilance and training, she kept her eyes closed and motionless despite the pain.

But the spirit is highly concentrated, carefully feel the situation around.

The sound of the wind, the smell of the grass, and the sound of birds not far away

There is no smell of decay in the primeval forest, nor the howling wind on the cliff.

Everything in the senses is warm and quiet, even the smell of grass is sweet.

Xia Xueqing's heart crossed a trace of doubt and slowly opened her eyes.

It's dark blue sky and orange light.

Cold eyes, flashing Obsidian like look, slightly narrowed up.

This is not where she fell off the cliff!

In order to complete the task, she went through the virgin forest, but fell off the cliff.

A burst of forehead pain, Xia Xueqing slightly frown, thoughts interrupt.

Subconsciously, he reached out and covered the wound on his forehead.

With the sticky touch on the hand, Xia Xueqing knows that it's blood.

Sure enough, the red bloodstain is particularly dazzling on the small hand.

Xia Xueqing stares at the bloodstain on her hands, her pupils suddenly shrink, and her face shows an expression of extreme shock.

No! Along with that pair of Guanghua flow of eyes can see, she is not staring at the blood on the hand.

She had seen so much blood that she was numb.

She's looking at the hand in front of her!

Whose hand is this?

Is this a hand?

It's just a little paw!

Although the dried paw is covered with blood, it can be seen that the thin fingers, like bamboo sticks, are inserted in a dry branch.

All of a sudden, Xia Xueqing's head a burst of pain, eyes like a slide show, flash over a few fuzzy pictures.

Two earthen rooms full of wind, a middle-aged woman full of wind and frost

Xia Xueqing soon calmed down. In the eyes like the cold moon in autumn, the light of Gujing was restored.

The corner of his mouth is a radian of irony.

It seems that God closed a door and opened a window for her.

A failure, even to her body, for a shell.

Xia Xueqing's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the setting sun in the distance. On her thin face, she showed a smile of self mockery.

That's fine.

When it comes, it will be settled.

She used to be tired, tired and tired. Now it's time travel.

However, Xia Xueqing bowed her head and looked at the gray coarse cloth clothes on her body. After looking at the patches on the clothes one by one, she felt sad and didn't want them.

Do you want to live in poverty?

Moreover, with the vague memory from the original owner, Xia Xueqing knows that the body is already 13 years old.

However, looking at this small thin arm, small thin leg, there is a smooth somewhere, Xia Xueqing doubt, this body, really 13 years old?

Fortunately, the original owner and her name is the same, both called Xia Xueqing.

"Second sister Sobbing Second sister... "At this time, a little boy's cry came from a distance.

When Xia Xueqing heard the cry, she wanted to sit up.

But, damn it!

How painful!

Arms, legs, viscera, there is no place that does not hurt.

Even though she was totally unprepared, she couldn't be hit from the top of the mountain, but she didn't have a headache?

Xia Xueqing understood that it was this heavy collision that made this small body change its flesh, not the original one.

Although Xia Xueqing for pain tolerance is super strong, but can not stand this small body is too fragile.

Moreover, maybe because of the change of environment and identity, Xia Xueqing has a sense of relaxation from her heart.

Years of life on the tip of the knife, originally in the head, in the body, has been tight that string, as if instantly disappeared.

As a result of relaxation, she found that her mood had changed a lot.

Xia Xueqing forced herself to endure the pain all over her body and sat up.

When the little boy was six or seven years old, he saw Xia Xueqing and ran down the hillside.

"Second sister Wu Wu... " The little boy had a nose and two tears. He was very enthusiastic.

Xia Xueqing looks at the steamed stuffed bun in front of her and suddenly shows a grateful look on her face.

Thank God!

This steamed stuffed bun called "second sister", not "mother" or something.

Well, at this moment, Xia Xueqing admits that it's not thin for heaven to take her.

If you don't let her wear it, it's a cheap mother.

"Second sister, you are not dead, Wuwu That's great. " Xiaobaozi is whining and going to Xia Xueqing's arms.

Xia Xueqing looks at xiaobaozi's excited expression, and her mood is a little complicated, with a hint of guilt.

Xiaobaozi didn't know that his second sister was dead.

Xia Xueqing tries to move, and immediately judges that she can't go back by herself.

"Baozi, the second sister is in pain and can't walk any more. Go to the village and ask for help." Xia Xueqing wiped xiaobaozi's tears and said in a low voice.

As soon as she spoke, Xia Xueqing found that her voice was hoarse, and her voice was smoking like pain.

Xiaobaozi listened to Xia Xueqing's words, sniffed, and immediately said: "second sister, you wait, I'm going to call my brother to carry you back."

Looking at xiaobaozi climbing up the hill and disappearing in the distance, Xia Xueqing closed her eyes and went straight back.

She is not only in pain, but also thirsty.