[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

She accepted her new name, Jinnu, without any burden.

And in the next few decades, when Xiujie heard this name, besides a trace of contempt, there was more fear in his heart.

A shameless demon girl, the pet of the lord of ghosts and monsters, and a cruel lunatic.

One after another, ugly insults were thrown at her, but she didn't care.

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Jinnu thought that she would never see that person again.

Until that day, the piece of white jade that had been hanging on her chest since she finally got it back through the Suzerain's trial sent out waves of fluctuations.

She chased Bai Yu who suddenly seemed to be attracted by something, from the magic cultivating holy land in the southwest to Licheng in the east facing the sea, and got the only drop.

Later, after many calculations and deductions, it was learned that the upcoming secret realm was created by Ling Bo.At that moment, she changed her face easily, and her hands trembled with excitement in the most hidden corner of the crowd.

But as the time in the secret realm got longer and longer, her heart became colder a little bit.

——That person is just, kind and upright, how could he create such a secret realm to slaughter the world?

She subconsciously ignored another possibility.In some secret treasure formations, the owner is docile and harmless when alive, once the owner falls, the treasures that are no longer restrained will change their temperament drastically and overflow with murderous aura.

That man can't die.

She obsessively thought so.

When attacked by all kinds of ferocious beasts and strange plants attracted by the white jade token, she told herself over and over again that Uncle Ling must still be alive, while holding the piece of white jade tightly, as if she could have infinite courage in this way.

However, fighting and fleeing without a break for ten days was really exhausting.

With her ability and cultivation base, she could completely get rid of those bugs, but the spiritual power in her body was almost exhausted, and the last elixir on her body was exhausted when she was fighting with two monks.

Not only that, but the two cultivators practiced a rare dual-repair secret method, one is good at attacking and the other is good at defending. As time goes by, the two people's auras help each other to elevate each other, and there is a faint tendency to break through.

She knew very well what the consequences would be if she lost.

Constrained, it was used as a furnace for two people to harvest and supplement, and finally died of lack of true energy and withered appearance.

She gritted her teeth.

Can't lose.

She wasn't afraid of death, but she didn't want to die without even seeing that person's face once.

Never lose!

She killed those two, but she wasn't much better.

Just when she was about to swing the sword in her hand, she saw a man.

Walking in the courtyard, the pace is neither slow nor hurried, as if you are not in a dangerous secret place, but walking in your own back garden.

Although she was reluctant, she immediately made a decision—to bring disaster to the east.

However, she finally miscalculated once.

There was some kind of overwhelming power in that person that she had never been in contact with. Even if she shattered her talisman and escaped, she would be seriously injured to the point of death.

When the last trace of spiritual energy in her meridians was drained, she fell from a height.

In her ears were the wailing and howling of the resentful souls of the undead, and she was almost caught by the pale ghost claws floating in the air several times.

She slammed heavily on the hard ice, and she could almost hear the sound of bones shattering, and felt how the sharp bone fragments pierced the flesh, and the blood rushed out along the wound.

My whole body hurts.

Just like when I was humiliated by the squire and fed those drugs by the old bustard, every time it hurts, it hurts.

Before, she was never afraid.

How can a person who has no belief in living be afraid of death?

She never even had the thought of running away and rebelling, and she always silently accepted the torture imposed on her.

I can't resist.

she thinks.

If it wasn't for her, the life that grew up with her in the womb would not have been deprived of nutrients, and would have lost its breath just after being born.

If it wasn't for her, my grandfather wouldn't have suffered a heart attack from shortness of breath when he learned that the twin twins died, but the one who survived was a girl.

If it weren't for her, the mother would have been able to escape under the cover of the guards, and would not have suffered the glaring knife to protect her.

If it were not for her, the old and childless couple would not have been targeted by the lewd squire.They didn't want to hand her over, so the tax that year was ten times higher.

This is all her sin, just like being born a governor is a sin.

So she does not avoid pain, nor is she afraid of death, after all, death is the best relief.

until that day.

She knew that if she didn't escape, she would definitely die.

But when she held her father's body and saw the blood-splattered house that was once full of laughter and laughter, she could no longer find a reason to live.

——It’s just that the man in white clothes like snow saved her.

From the moment she heard his voice, she had a strong thought that she had never had before.

She wants to survive and become strong.In this way, when we find that person one day in the future, we can say "I did it, I survived", and then say "Please let me stay by your side" to him.

She was going to be by his side, to fight and die for him.

——That letting go of the Buddha is the meaning of her existence.

But at this moment, she felt her body getting colder and colder.

Jinnu had never been as sad as she was at this moment, and she didn't understand until later that this feeling was called despair.

Click, click.

The thin voice appeared once at first, and then more and more, louder and louder.

The sudden sense of falling made her panic, but her body couldn't even struggle.

This time, probably he was really going to die.

She sighed inwardly, feeling nothing but peace.

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Green grass, blue sky and white clouds.

A white figure was sitting in front of the only stone table here, seemingly in trance.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a pair of azure eyes were like the sea water of a shallow bay under the sunlight, so blue that one would be enchanted.

A woman in a fiery red dress appeared behind him and handed him a cup of steaming tea.

She was extremely nervous, her cheeks were flushed, quietly observing the man's expression, while she couldn't help pinching her clothes and twisting them, shy and moving.

If anyone sees such a beautiful scene, he will definitely not be able to control the love and pity in his heart.

It's just a pity that there are only two people here, and when the other person faces Jinnu's beautiful appearance, there is no disturbance in his heart.

"Most of the injuries on your body have healed up, just wait for a few more days...you can leave on your own."

Jin Nu instantly turned pale.

"Please tell me what I didn't do well! Is it because I disturbed your cultivation, or the tea is not good to drink? I can change it. I will not make any noise or walk around without permission. I will only show up when you need it— —”

As she spoke, she almost cried.

The man who hadn't responded all this time turned around. His face didn't have the wrinkles she had seen before, and he was as handsome as a god.