[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

she has a name.

She still remembers her mother always holding her in her arms and calling softly "Jin'er, Jin'er".

She is different.

No child in any family can understand human language and reason when they are born, but she can.

She had just turned [-] days, when her grandfather became seriously ill suddenly, and her mother hurried her home, wanting the old man to see her granddaughter.However, when she met a bandit on the road, her mother held her tightly in her arms, blood splashed on her face and soaked the swaddling clothes that wrapped her.

She opened her eyes and saw the woman crying.

"Jin'er, you have to live well."

The sky changed from dark to bright, the woman's blood had dried up, and her body was already stiff.

A farmer who went up the mountain to cut firewood happened to pass by and rescued the dying baby.

When he was five years old, the country gentry bullied the common people, and the poor couple couldn't pay enough money.

She was hidden in an empty rice jar, the heavy lid on her head was opened, and she saw a face full of fat.

Don't mention the following things.

When he was eight years old, Xiaoxian encountered a natural disaster.

She crawled out of the ruins, looked at the scene of dead bodies lying on the ground in front of her, a smile appeared on her usually expressionless face.

Later, she was kidnapped by human traffickers and sold into the tallest Goulan courtyard in the capital.

A natural ecstasy.

The old bustard smiled and arranged rituals for her one after another.

The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the bed is exquisite, and none of them are left behind.

At the age of 14, she should have the appearance of a young girl, but because she has swallowed Jingpao medicine for several years, she has always maintained the appearance of an eight or nine-year-old child.

When it came time to auction her, the highest bidder was a middle-aged man.

She sat on the bed with her clothes tightly covered, and the old bustard said that this kind of dress was the most suitable.

But it was different from what she imagined.

The man sat at the table and drank as soon as he entered the door.He did nothing but cry quietly while drinking.

She left the building and was taken to a mansion.

Flowers and plants, small buildings, rich houses, bronze mirrors, everything is very familiar.

She rarely sees men, but every time she sees them, the men sit and drink.

He said that he once had a daughter who had a petal-like red birthmark between her eyebrows. If she was still alive, she would be 14 years old.

He said that he once had a gentle and virtuous wife, who would cook sweet soup and simple and clear dishes for him.

He said they should not have been allowed to leave that day, otherwise the mother and daughter would not have died.

Finally he asked if she would like to be his daughter.

She knew the truth of the matter, but she also knew that some words should be rotten in her stomach forever.

So she didn't answer.

The man still treats her very well, even if he doesn't get a response, he still regards her as his daughter.

Suddenly there are many people around her who really care about her.

She had a father, a clever and lovely personal maid, and a cook who would make pastries for her in different ways every day.

Those were the happiest days in her life, except before the disaster happened on the Hundred Days day.

However, such happiness only lasted for a short time.

The disaster of extermination.

The other party was a monk, and as an ordinary person with no spiritual power, their family of fifty people had no power to fight back.

She knelt in front of the man trembling, and carefully leaned over to listen to what the man's slightly moving lips were saying.

Only two words were repeated intermittently.Wu Jin, Wu Jin.

She didn't know how to describe the feeling at that moment, she just felt as if her whole body had been soaked in anesthetic, her limbs were stiff, and she couldn't even move her eyelids.

When she reacted, she realized that she had already burst into tears.

"Daddy...don't, don't leave me alone, I'm afraid, daddy, daddy..."

A sharp male voice suddenly sounded behind her. "Hahaha, it turned out to be a natural yin body that is rare in a thousand years, and it's not in vain for me to come here!"

She felt that she should dodge, but her body didn't even move.

An icy breath passed by her side, and an ear-piercing scream came from behind her immediately.

She turned her head in a daze, and saw a corner of white clothes like snow.

"You little boy! Chasing me for thousands of miles just for a few ants and mortals, even at the expense of your own cultivation, how can there be a lunatic like you in the cultivation world!"

She saw that the man was holding a long sword like him, which was pure and cold in white. The man and the sword were like the gods and immortals in the legends in the story books, unattainable in the cold.

He didn't reply, just clinging to the sword, and pierced straight into the Slayer's chest.

She watched the red blood flow down the sword body, winding down around the sunken "Ling" character, and dripping on the bluestone bricks stained with her father's blood.

Draw your sword and turn around.

The person who looked like ice and snow had already brushed past her, but for some reason turned back.

"Don't cry. Live well."

——Jin'er, you have to live well.

She stared blankly at the piece of white jade stuffed into her hand. Although she had never been in contact with an immortal cultivator before, judging from the aura of the two people fighting and intertwining just now, this piece of jade was rich in things that would be difficult for a mortal to understand. Too extravagant.

"Ling, Uncle Ling," she muttered, grabbing the hem of the clothes, "Uncle Ling!"

The figure in white stopped.

When she opened her mouth, her expression and movements were completely different from the previous state of crying, collapsed and helpless.

"It's always been said that everyone has their own destiny. Does it mean that as long as you become like you, you don't have to listen to this so-called destiny?"

The man looked at her for a long time before nodding. "Cultivation is an act against the heavens. If you want, you can use it to find someone in ghosts and monsters, named Xue Ling."

After speaking, the man's figure dispersed like a white mist, and he was never found again.

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It is impossible for a mortal in the first class to step into the realm of cultivation by chance, but Wu Jin did it, and his cultivation speed was more than three times faster than that of ordinary people. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is extremely talented.

When she first knew what the "innate yin body" was, she suddenly recalled what a group of people on the side of the road said many years ago after the Wu family was washed in blood.

disaster star.

is not that right?

Grandfather, mother, the couple who adopted her, the squire's family, the madam, and finally the father and the entire Wu family.

Wherever she went, there was disaster and death.

"Don't put on a straight face, your body is something that many magicians dream of."

The person sitting in the wide soft chair propped his chin with his left hand, and his bare feet touched the ground every now and then.

"If it wasn't for the female body, I really want to take it away."

It was as if spiritual power wrapped around her, she bit her lip and insisted not to kneel down.

"Interesting. What's the name?"

The pressure around her disappeared in an instant, and she looked up at the piece of white jade that the other party was playing with.

"One brocade for a single name. Also, it belongs to me, return it to me."

Xue Ling froze for a few seconds, then laughed out loud.

"Interesting and interesting. This seat... I will call you Jin Nu from now on, and I will accept you as a disciple from today. As for this thing, when you have the ability to take it away from here, this seat will return it to you, how about it?"

Jin Nu showed a smile, but every man who saw it would be tickled.

"Okay."