After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

In the endless snow, looking back, there was no one except my own footprints.

Panic instantly surrounded Xiang Ci, her whole body was cold, but she didn't dare to stop.

She quickly calmed down and hurriedly covered up the footprints.

She looked around nervously, scared and nervous.

Fortunately, she covered up the sweep behind her and didn't see anyone catching up with her.

Xiang Ci didn't dare to stay, and walked backwards to the place she and Sister Han had agreed upon.

She and Sister Han got lost, so she would go to the agreed place now.

Snowflakes were falling, and the frost was cold, wrapping her body in layers and freezing her feet.

She didn't dare to stop and kept going.

Turning a corner ahead was the place agreed upon with Sister Han, but Xiang Ci suddenly stopped. Her heart was pounding and she always felt uneasy.

Xiang Ci did not continue forward, she turned around and headed to another place.

After walking along this place for about half a quarter of an hour, I saw a person lying in the snow in front of me, surrounded by bright red and messy footprints.

Xiang Ci was stunned for two breaths and ran over quickly.

Seeing the people in the snow clearly, she exclaimed: "Uncle Mo!"

Uncle Mo was lying in the snow, his face covered with blood closed peacefully.

I don’t know how many times I was stabbed in the chest, which dyed the white snow on my body red.

Xiang Ci has seen countless dead people, no matter how miserable they are. Now seeing Uncle Mo's death state, she is no longer afraid.

However, she still felt scared and sad when she saw Uncle Mo, whom she had lived with for more than a year, lying in the cold snow.

Afraid that she would be left alone again, sad that Uncle Mo was gone.

Xiang Ci didn't want Uncle Mo to be exposed in the wilderness and eaten by wild beasts, so she grabbed Uncle Mo's arm and wanted to drag him to a place to bury him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she dragged the body, Uncle Mo's head was separated from his shoulders and neck.

Xiang Ci looked at Uncle Mo's head lying crooked in the snow for a long time, then picked up Uncle Mo's head with one hand, dragged Uncle Mo's body with the other, and walked in the other direction.

A red blood trail was dragged through the pure white snow, but Xiang Ci no longer cared.

Uncle Mo is dead, and Sister Han may not be able to survive. It would be difficult to leave her alone.

After burying Uncle Mo, she went to find Sister Han.

If you can save her, save her. If you can't save her, just die with Sister Han.

She really didn't want to be alone anymore.

I really want to cry, but I can't cry.

She really couldn't cry anymore. Her tears had disappeared at some point.

Xiang Ci dragged Uncle Mo's body deep into the mountains. There was less snow there, so it would be easy to bury the body.

After digging a hole to bury Uncle Mo, Xiang Ci carried two swords and walked towards the agreed place.

There was no one or any footprints at the agreed place, everything was so quiet.

Xiang Ci waited here for three days, but did not wait for Sister Han. She once again held two swords and stepped on the knee-deep snow.

Step by step, he continued to look for Sister Han with an expressionless face.

Snowflakes blind the eyes, and the cold erodes.

Xiang Ci walked in the snow for a day and a night. Without the warmth of heat, her feet became numb.

She didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to go on.

Suddenly, her feet came loose and she missed the step.

Xiang Ci exclaimed subconsciously, woke up suddenly, and sat up.

The familiar environment in front of her made her take a breath and rub her arms, goosebumps appearing on them.

"It's a dream again." Xiang Ci rubbed her arms, recalling the scenes in the dream, and murmured softly, "Sister Han!"

She is a very beautiful girl, even if she has scars on her face, it cannot hide her stunning appearance.

Xiang Ci hurriedly put on her clothes, walked to the box with her shoes on, found pen and ink paper, spread them on the small table on the kang, and drew Sister Han in the painting.

The door opened, Xiang Wan came in, walked to Xiang Ci who was painting, and said in surprise: "This painting is... the person in the dream last night?"

"Well, I call her Sister Han." Xiang Ci briefly sketched Sister Han's appearance with a brush and said simply, "I almost starved to death when I arrived in the capital, but she saved me."

She moved the painted portrait to Xiang Wan: "How is it?"

"It's very beautiful. It can be called stunning." Xiang Wan marveled at the appearance of the person in the painting, "It's even prettier than Xiao Wu."

"I didn't draw well, and I made her look ugly." Xiang Ci pinched the two corners of the paper and blew dry the ink on it, "I want to talk to Brother Six."

Xiang Ci gave the portrait to Xiang Wan, and she went to wash up and then came to the courtyard.

Everyone in the family was up. Except for Dabao, who couldn't stay any longer, everyone else was in the courtyard.

Xiang Ci, who got up late and did not exercise today, told everyone what happened in his dream last night while eating breakfast, and took out a portrait: "Sister Han looks like this."

Xiang Ling came over to take a look, then sat upright: "She is very beautiful."

Although there is a scar on her face, it does not damage her beautiful appearance.

The rest of the Xiang family also came over to take a look. When they saw the person in the painting, they were all shocked: "It's so beautiful!"

Xiang Xinbai heard everyone's words and came over to take a look. He was really surprised: "She is indeed beautiful, are you fat?"

It took Xiang Ci a while to react, and his face darkened: "Third brother, this is the past life, what are you thinking about?"

Xiang Xinbai blushed: "It's not interesting, I just asked."

The family members all laughed. They all knew that Xiang Xinbai had always wanted to find a fat wife.

Now that I have a good impression of the person in the painting, I naturally want to ask if she is fat. If she is fat, she will be a wife.

Xiang Ci sighed helplessly and glared at him: "You can't dislike your wife just because she's not fat, and you can't like someone else just because your wife is not fat. Your idea is very dangerous."

The tips of Xiang Xinbai's ears turned red, and he shouted guiltily: "What are you talking about? I'm just asking, don't talk about anything. I'm just asking you if she is fat, what's wrong?"

Xiang Ci was really angry, her eyes were red: "She is my savior, you say this, I am very angry."

Regardless of whether Sister Han is fat or not, she will not be happy if her closest family members make fun of her.

Ye Kai's eyes turned red when he saw Xiang Ci, and he kicked Xiang Xinbai's foot under the table.

Not quick to apologize.

Xiang Xinbai bared his teeth in pain, but had to endure it: "I was just joking..."

At this time, Mr. Xiang suddenly became violent and hit Xiang Xinbai with the chopsticks in his hand: "I'm telling you to talk nonsense. If you don't know how to speak, don't talk."

Hitting someone with chopsticks is also very painful. Xiang Xinbai waved his hands and screamed: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have asked, I was wrong, ah, stop hitting, it hurts."

If you talk too much, you should be beaten!

The situation in the dream was very sad. The third brother even asked Sister Han if she was fat.

This is not a question of whether you are fat or not, this is a question of respect.

After getting along for more than a year, Sister Han taught her the moves to protect herself. She has a deep relationship with her, and she can be regarded as one of her own family members.

When the third brother asked this question, it was a bit like picking Chinese cabbage. He saw the juiciness of the Chinese cabbage at first glance, and then looked at the fatness and thinness of the Chinese cabbage.

Xiang Ci was not angry with her third brother, but she was angry because she thought that Sister Han's charming appearance would become a talking point for others.

Xiang Ci felt uncomfortable eating this meal, and then his discomfort turned into grief and anger, and he ate more.