After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Xiang Ci saw with her own eyes that the man swallowed her flesh from the tip of the knife. She felt cold but could not break away.

She remembered that her mother said to her before she died: "Stay alive."

She remembered that Sixth Brother said to her: "Keep going north and don't look back."

She remembered that the third brother said to her: "I'm sorry, the third brother can no longer protect you."

She remembered Kaikai saying to her: "Xiaoqi, don't cry, live well."

She remembered everything, including the tragic deaths of her family members, so she worked hard to live and make it to the capital alive.

But the capital doesn't want her, she can't survive.

She just wants to be closer to her family now... Why is it so difficult?

The torture of cutting flesh with a dull knife made Xiang Ci scream in pain so much that God could hear it. Suddenly, heavy snow fell from the sky.

Pieces of snowflakes are falling in abundance, melting as soon as they hit the ground, leaving a refreshing chill to the bones.

Xiang Ci heard cheers: "It's snowing!"

“God forbid, it’s snowing!”

This is the third year of severe drought. Snow means there is water, which means crops can be grown, and people can survive.

The men who cut her flesh saw the falling snowflakes and cheered loudly with joy.

For a moment, Xiang Ci broke free from the opponent's restrained arm, quickly grabbed one of the daggers, and slashed the neck of one of them.

Blood splattered on Xiang Ci's face, but she didn't blink or pause with her hands.

Her eyes were refreshingly cold, and her blood-red eyes made her as frightening as the king of evil spirits who emerged from a mass of ghosts.

A dagger allowed her to kill eight men who had eaten her flesh and blood. Those who wanted to get a share of the pie did not dare to come forward after seeing this.

There was an airtight coldness in Xiang Ci's eyes, and the murderous aura wrapped around her body heavily, overflowing in all directions, shocking the onlookers who watched the refugees retreating step by step.

Fortunately, although her thigh was cut more than a dozen times, she was still alive.

She dragged her leg with exposed bones, stained with blood and evil spirits, and headed towards the mass grave where no one was going, holding a dagger.

With so many holes, she would never be able to go anywhere near her family.

So, she went to the mass grave to dig a hole for herself and bury herself to avoid being eaten by others.

Otherwise, when she goes to Huangquan and walks on the Naihe Bridge, how will her family know her with her bones and bones?

The stench of the mass graves floated for ten miles, and the crows hovering overhead, croaking and flapping their wings, were as terrifying as the black and impermanent soul-locking chains.

Xiang Ci trembled with fear, but did not stop.

Walking inside step by step, trying not to look at the mutilated corpses that died in horrible ways and were eaten by crows.

She was so scared that she wanted to cry, she was so scared that she wanted to turn around, and she was so scared that she wanted to lie down.

But she didn't look back and walked in step by step.

If you have to leave anyway, then go to the innermost part and never leave the body for anyone, not even crows.

Xiang Ci didn't know where she was going. As she kept walking inside, she suddenly saw a thatched house.

In the yard in front of the thatched house, there was a woman in Jingchai and a sarong, hoeing the ground with a hoe.

On the other side, a man was fetching water, as if to water the vegetable patch.

When Xiang Ci saw the other party, the other party also saw her.

With eyes full of surprise, the girl put down her hoe, ran one meter in front of Xiang Ci, stretched out her hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Your leg needs to be bandaged."

A gentle and delicate voice, like her fourth sister.

This is what Xiang Ci thought before he fainted.

When she woke up again, she was lying on the wooden bed, with snow falling outside and a chill.

"Are you awake?" The thick curtain was lifted, and a girl wearing animal skin clothes came in with a medicine bowl, her voice was still as gentle as before.

Only when they were face to face did Xiang Ci see her face clearly.

Not as gentle as the fourth sister, but more gentle than the fourth sister.

Not as gorgeous as Fifth Sister, but more beautiful than Fifth Sister.

Yes, there was a scar on the other party's face, from the left eyebrow bone to the right lower chin, which ruined her stunning appearance.

But even if she wears Jingchai's sarong, even if her appearance is completely ruined, it can't stop her stunning appearance, making Xiang Ci comfortable to look at.

At first glance, I believed that the girl in front of me was a good person.

Thinking of this, Xiang Ci wanted to sit up, but a heartbreaking pain immediately came from her thigh, and she fell down again with bared teeth: "You saved me? My name is Xiang Ci."

"Xiang Ci!" The girl put the medicine bowl on the cabinet, stuffed the animal skin next to her under her soft pillow, and let her sit up halfway, "It's as precious as white porcelain!"

She turned around, picked up the medicine bowl, and said with a smile: "Your family must love you very much to give you this name."

"very nice!"

"It seems that I am older than you, so you can just call me Sister Han."

The other party didn't say his last name, and Xiang Ci was too smart to ask, so he just shouted: "Sister Han!"

Sister Han's smile made everything in the world pale: "Come, drink the medicine, heal your injury and I will take you hunting."

Xiang Ci looked at the soft and weak Sister Han and wiped out the hunting from his mind.

She was saved when she was about to die without asking anything about herself. This really made Xiang Ci's affection for her rise.

During the period of recuperation, Xiang Ci got to know these two people roughly.

Sister Han is Sister Han, and that middle-aged man is not Sister Han’s father, but the former housekeeper of Sister Han’s family.

Uncle Mo!

After the injury healed, Xiang Ci truly understood what kind of hunting Sister Han was talking about.

Sister Han is like an elf in the woods, capable of archery, sword dancing, climbing trees, digging holes, and skinning.

Xiang Ci was shocked, and then was trained by Sister Han to become the second Sister Han.

The mountains were closed by heavy snow, and although there were few animals, Uncle Mo had stocked up on supplies in advance. The three of them were very satisfied this winter.

The snow melts and spring comes, spring passes and autumn comes, and another year comes.

This year is the fifth year, and the heavy snow that covers thousands of miles is coming again.

Xiang Ci and Sister Han were sitting in the room, around the medicine stove, chatting and drinking tea, happily.

Everything is so warm and peaceful.

With a bang, the closed door was pushed open, and the biting cold wind mixed with snowflakes roared in, hitting the two of them and blinding them.

"Girl, run quickly, they are coming." Uncle Mo, covered in blood, rushed in with a sword in hand, his face frightened.

Sister Han didn't say anything. She took off the two swords on the wall and threw one to Xiang Ci. Her eyes were cold: "Let's go."

Xiang Ci's heart was pounding. She didn't understand what was happening, but now she could only follow Sister Han closely.

Uncle Mo led the two of them and ran towards the mountains.

In the snow, every step is a trace, and every drop of blood is a spider silk.

"Girl, leave separately." Uncle Mo made a quick decision, "Sweep the snow to cover up the traces."

Sister Han was not afraid, only brave: "Okay, Xiaoci, you go ahead."

Xiang Ci walked in front, and Sister Han walked behind, covering up the footprints in the snow.

"They are right in front, look for them quickly, they can't run away."

The sound of shouting reached Xiang Ci's ears. When she turned around, she saw that the thatched house she had lived in for more than a year was engulfed in fire.

"Hurry up." Sister Han urged with a cold face.

Xiang Ci was like a silly roe deer being chased by a hunter, running wildly in the snow, inhaling too much air, and his heart and lungs were empty.

She put her hands on her knees, panting heavily and turned around, only to be shocked to find that Sister Han was not behind her.

She lost Sister Han!