After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Xiang Ling's voice was cold: "How do you want to kill him?"

After thinking deeply, Xiang Ling sighed: "I'm thinking that maybe the person who wrote this book is a woman, and she wrote it to resist what happened to her."

"Even though God gave her opportunities again and again, they were all destroyed in the end and she was so suppressed that she couldn't resist."

"Or maybe it was her parents and brothers who oppressed her, so she wrote them all to death in the storybook, but she didn't take revenge."

"If it was really written by a woman, the first half of the book would be true, and only then would she use her imagination to write about her unwillingness and powerlessness in the later period."

"If this is the case, then her status should be very noble. Why is she so powerless?"

Xiang Ci was stunned: "Is that so? If it is true, then what is written in the book about ruining the child...is it true?"

This is so miserable, being ruined, being pregnant with someone else's child... it's terrible.

Xiang Wan's eyes flashed with pain and anger: "She may have lost the child herself, because she wrote this storybook, so the death of both mother and child in the dystocia did not happen."

"Maybe, there is no mention in the story book from beginning to end about how much the rich daughter likes this child, nor does it say that she hangs around the poor scholar all day long." Xiang Ling continued, "What she does most is learn to make pastries and embroidery. Write.”

Xiang Ci exclaimed in surprise: "Then she...could it be that she got married again?"

"It's possible." Xiang Ling turned out his storybook, "She accidentally fell into the water and died...Both the mother and son died, and they were resurrected again."

"This time I borrowed it from a peasant girl. She voluntarily sold herself to the government to be a maid, and finally became the concubine of a poor scholar!"

The corner of Xiang Ci's mouth twitched: "What does she think about changing from a wife to a concubine, a daughter of a wealthy family, and then back again? Is there anything written about what she thinks?"

"No." Xiang Ling turned to these pages in the storybook and said, "I am looking at the wedding night where she became a concubine."

Xiang Ci got excited and leaned over to read excitedly: "There are only a few pages left. Why don't we read it together? Maybe she wants to assassinate this enemy?"

So, the three of them read this book together.

The night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber was very beautiful, with a lot of descriptive words and no bloodshed or disharmony. The beautiful Xiang Ci gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

"Are all the men in this world dead? Just stick with him as a scumbag?"

Xiang Ci was really angry: "She died twice and still got together with this man. I think what's in her head is not brains, but the sludge of the sewer."

"I'm furious."

Xiang Ling turned the next page, and Xiang Ci quickly shouted: "I haven't read it yet, don't turn it."

"Let's talk after reading it." Xiang Ling turned back and said, "I won't wait for you to argue again."

Xiang Ci shut up and looked seriously.

The rest of the plot is like boiled water, continuing the life of the rich daughter's first two bodies, living a plain, warm and sweet life.

It seemed as if there was no family destruction or death, no huge blood feud.

Only this time, she didn't say that she was a wealthy daughter who had borrowed her corpse to come back to life, so she gave birth to a son safely.

I have to say here that the poor scholar has remarried.

After the son was born, he took him to his wife to raise him. She was still an aunt, and her status had not changed in any way. She was not as valuable as the mother and the son.

When Xiang Ci saw this, his head felt buzzing and painful. What was going on?

Modern people say that if you hate him, marry him and bear him ten sons to take revenge on him.

Why, is there also revenge here for giving him a son if you hate him?

Isn’t it okay? Is this script really written by someone?

Are you sure you have knowledge in your head and not shit?

If he hadn't lost his mind, he would have been unable to keep up with Xiaosi and Xiaowu's reading speed, and Xiang Ci was scolded viciously.

The rest of the day was still dull, she couldn't go out, and she didn't raise the child. She had nothing else to do except embroider, write, and make cakes.

Moreover, she was indifferent to her son, as if the son was not born to her.

He relied on this scumbag twice to revive his soul, and even helped him give birth to a son... Xiang Ci didn't even want to scold him now.

"I can't stand it any longer, but I really want to keep reading."

Xiang Ci still couldn't help but curse: "I'm wondering if she wants to give birth to a son to avenge this scumbag because she feels that she is incapable of taking revenge?"

"But she doesn't care about her son, and she doesn't fight for favor. She is like a Buddhist nun."

"If I said I would give her money, I won't even have a copper coin."

"You said she doesn't want to work. She works in the house every day. As hard-working as she is, how can she not be able to support herself when she gets married?"

"How many more, hurry up, I'm so angry that I can't breathe."

Anyone who sees such a depressing story book wants to see what the final ending is, and they have already seen it here.

Day by day, my son grew up, smart, well-behaved and cute, knowledgeable and courteous, and was well taught by his wife.

She was alive and well, and he brought in one concubine after another, and they were in peace.

Only the new ones laughed, no one from the old ones cried, and everyone was so harmonious.

Xiang Ci cursed again and was reborn twice. She had so many opportunities to take revenge, but she did nothing. She embroidered, wrote, and made cakes every day like a real maid.

Originally, Xiang Ci was still wondering whether she had poisoned the cake.

As a result, she lived an ordinary life to the age of fifty-nine and died earlier than that scumbag.

"I can't control my explosive temper." Xiang Ci grabbed the pillow next to him, pinched it, pressed it, and bit it. His whole body was filled with anger. "What the hell are you writing about?"

"Oh, I'm going crazy, crazy!"

Xiang Wan said coolly: "There are still two pages left."

"What kind of flower can I write in two pages?" Xiang Ci rolled twice on the mat while kicking his legs, and then rolled over angrily, "Let me see how this ends?"

Although Xiang Ling didn't say anything, her hand holding the storybook tightened.

As her aunt, she died. Her biological son could not break the pot for her, and there was no funeral. They just gave her a fairly valuable coffin, put it inside, dug a hole and buried it.

Not even a blowjob, let alone a grand funeral.

Everything simply makes people gnash their teeth, make them feel chills, and make them irritable and want to kill.

Xiang Ci bit the pillow, suppressing his anger, and there was still one page left.

One page only has a few hundred words, and it takes less than a minute to read it. What the hell can it be written about?

There was no revenge, no fighting for favor, no raising cubs, no making money, no acting like a spoiled child, nothing. In the end, he died like this.

How else do you want to reverse it?

I'm so angry. I'm so angry.

No matter how angry you are, there is only one page, and you have to see the ending.

Now Xiang Ci was so angry that he couldn't tell whether the person who wrote this book was a man or a woman.

Originally she thought she would be a girl writing about personal experiences, but now she is not sure.

Damn it, my mouth is itchy and I want to curse.

Calm down, only the last page.

Turn the page.

Xiang Ci leaned over and tried his best to keep his eyes open and not miss a word.

After watching the ending, Xiang Ci was stunned and so sad that he almost couldn't breathe.

If possible, she would like to go back to the previous page without reading the ending of this page.

so sad!