After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Just a few words were enough to make Wen Baizhi's tears burst forth again.

She could hardly tell for whom her tears were flowing.

"Then there is no Cuizhi in your story either?" she asked.

For many things, you have to get a result before you can get it.

Minglang didn't want to hide it from her, so he just told her everything: "In my story, there is no Cuizhi, no Rongheng, and no Ping'an. Almost all of the people you see now do not exist in my story. Instead, as the plot changes, these people will gradually come into being."

Wen Baizhi sneered.

She laughed at herself and at this damn fate.

"Really?" She brushed away Minglang's hand that was holding her wrist and got out of bed.

Minglang saw her trying hard to support her still weak body just to look him in the eye.

"So we, the living people, each with distinct flesh and blood, have actually struggled to break free from the shackles of fate, and walked out step by step in the bloody footprints."

They struggled hard. Originally they were nameless and non-existent people, but they managed to gain the right to choose their own lives.

Rong Heng chose to practice medicine to save lives.

Ping An chose to give up his bloodthirsty family and followed Si Jiu all the way around without hesitation.

And Cuizhi...

Her green branches.

Her best Cuizhi.

He also chose her, who was not Wen Baizhi at all.

"Poor Cuizhi, she knew I was not Wen Baizhi, but she still followed me, took care of me, and accompanied me as before. Now she has ended up dying in a foreign land."

Minglang noticed that she was not in the right mood at the moment: "Calm down first, there are many things that we cannot control."

Wen Baizhi interrupted him loudly: "How can I calm down!"

Not far behind him, Si Jiu, who had been treated by Ming Lang during Wen Baizhi's coma, seemed to be awakened by Wen Baizhi's rare loud scolding.

Although his eyes were not fully opened, Si Jiu's eyelids were moving.

Consciousness is slowly returning.

Wen Baizhi seemed to be eager to find a way to vent her anger.

Otherwise, her heart and mind would be filled with those sad images.

She really needed an outlet to vent.

"You want me to calm down? I can't calm down at all. If you were me, I would be annoyed to have traveled to this shabby place. There is no internet, no mobile phones, no entertainment facilities, and I have to endure all kinds of difficulties for women in this era.

I accepted all of this. After all, when I was Wen Bai, apart from these inconveniences, I still had a family that loved me. But what was the result?

If I'm not mistaken, when you wrote this book, did you write me as Qi Yan'an's white moonlight who died early? So as this character, I have to be forced to accept all the predetermined fates? Including the fate of everyone in the Wen family dying with me?

Since I'm already dead, why don't you just let me die? Why do you want me to come back? Why can a soul-binding lantern bring me back? If it's so easy to come back from the dead, why don't other people bear my pain?

Don’t I have a home? My home is in modern times, I want to go back! I really don’t want to live here anymore, every second of living here makes me feel extremely unbearable! ”

Minglang saw that her expression was getting more and more angry and she used body language, and he was worried that she wouldn't be able to bear the blow.

But he also knew that perhaps when people have been suppressed for a long time, they really need a chance to vent.

He didn't stop her.

What Wen Baizhi didn't see was that Si Jiu had woken up and regained his hearing.

How clever he is.

He had long known that Wen Baizhi had an extraordinary origin, but he didn't know there was a place called modern times.

He had only heard Wen Baizhi talk about a very good place in the future a few times.

Everyone is equal there.

It turns out that the beautiful place she was talking about was her hometown.

But she can't go back now.

In fact, he couldn't go back because of the soul-binding lantern he was looking for.

Two tears slid down the corners of Si Jiu's eyes, rolled into his hair and disappeared.

It was as if no one knew what kind of difficult decision he was making in his heart at this moment.

Si Jiu fainted again, but did not hear what Wen Baizhi said next.

Probably because she had vented her anger, Wen Baizhi slowly regained her previous composure.

She covered her face and squatted down: "I'm sorry, I just lost my temper. I don't know why I said those words, but I just felt so upset. I really feel uncomfortable."

Minglang expressed his understanding: "It's okay, no one will blame you. If most people were to get angry like you and live with two different identities, they probably wouldn't be able to be as calm and composed as you are. You're already amazing."

Wen Baizhi just shook her head: "No, I just said that I wanted to go back to modern times and leave here, but that's not what I meant at all. I am extremely grateful to the Soul Binding Lamp now. If it weren't for it, I probably would never know Zijin's deep love for me. If I really lost such a good Zijin, it would make me feel more uncomfortable than if I couldn't go back to modern times."

Minglang looked back at Sijiu who was still in a coma: "Although I didn't know the direction of your and Sijiu's current story at that time, I always feel that you two will definitely make your life, your undefined life, smoother and better."

This is also the reason why he had no choice but to show up and help them in various ways.

People who work hard and have love in their hearts should not be let down by life.

Wen Baizhi squatted down to calm herself down.

When he had enough strength, he stood up again: "I've adjusted myself. I feel much better after shouting out the annoyance in my heart. Let's go. I'll go see Zijin first, and then..."

But no matter how much I comforted myself psychologically, I still couldn't accept it so quickly.

Accept Cuizhi's death.

"Let's go see Cuizhi again." There were tears in her eyes.

"it is good."

The two came to Si Jiu's bed.

Si Jiu lay here unconscious.

Minglang said after careful consideration: "Si Jiu's condition is very bad. You know that he has multiple fractures. It is almost impossible to heal on his own with the current medical level. Moreover, his physical fitness is worse than that of ordinary people. It is even more impossible to recover by his own immunity. The only way is to have a bone setting surgery like in modern times."

Wen Baizhi held Sijiu's cold hand.

But after such a period of time, Si Jiu's wrist became pitifully thin.

The same is true on the face.

If it weren't for his excellent bone structure, he would have become the same as that skinny evil ghost.

"I want to wait until he wakes up to make these decisions, talk to him clearly, and listen to his opinions before making a decision."

Wen Baizhi has always felt that when two people are together, the most important thing is to be honest and tolerant of each other.

No matter how big the matter is, the other party has the right to know.

"Okay." Minglang naturally listened to her.

But Wen Baizhi didn’t know that while she was planning for the future, Si Jiu was planning to leave.