in love with the zerg queen

She could only take a few more glances at the girl while she was in a coma.

This is purely an innate yearning for beauty.

The girl woke up an hour later.

She thought she was going to die.

Yet she did not die.

When she woke up, she changed places again.

There was dry straw under her body, and a musty-smelling quilt was covering her body. The clothes were changed, although they were old, they were soft and comfortable. She opened her eyes and calmly looked at the dusty beams. A few spiders were weaving webs boredly, a butterfly fell into the web, flapped its broken wings, then seemed desperate, and silently gave up struggling.

She blinks.

It happened to meet the little girl's clean eyes.

She remembered that it was the little girl who brought someone to bring her back.

She stretched out her hand from under the brocade quilt.

It was a pair of clean and white hands.

There was no blemish on the back of her hand. She turned her hands over, and then, as if something beautiful on her fingers attracted her, her beautiful eyes stared at her fingers quietly, without blinking.

Ah Heng felt awkward for a moment, after all, up to now, the girl who woke up has not said a word.

She had no choice but to ask, "Miss, are you awake? What's wrong? Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you something to eat?"

The girl finally looked at her.

It was only then that Ah Heng discovered that the girl's eyes were ordinary dark brown, no different from ordinary people. What she remembered was that time when she opened her eyes, the sky-blue pupils had a faint iridescent light, which she had never seen before. It was so beautiful.

When she opened her mouth, she asked a question that was irrelevant to Feng Shui: "Is it a mistake to want to live?"

There was no expression on the girl's face, her eyes were fixed on her fingers, and she asked again: "Is it a mistake?"

Ah Heng thought for a while: "Everyone has the desire to live. If you don't want to live, then you might as well just die."

She turned her head, a smile forming on the corner of her mouth.

She murmured, "I just don't want to die."

Why, I became a heinous traitor who deserved all the crimes and deserved to die, and there was a gleam of light in her dull eyes.

"Sister, what's your name?" Bean Sprouts asked her.

She reflexively replied: "My name is..."

She suddenly lost her voice.

what is her name

All that remains in the memory are the man's falcon-like eyes that are as sharp as a blade.

"You were born in the general family, with the ambition to be loyal to the emperor, and to die for the country, you should also be proud. Now that you have fallen into the hands of the enemy, you are so greedy for life and afraid of death. Such a daughter, don't worry about it!"

and then?

Then, there was a heart-piercing arrow.

The man bent his bow like a full moon, and the horrified eyes of the Gui Mo sect general beside him pierced her chest instantly with strong internal force.

She stared at the man.

The sharp pain in her chest instantly spread to her limbs, and she really wanted to say it.

Even though she grew up here.

But she knew that she had no sense of belonging to this country, or even this family.

Without a sense of belonging and love, why would she die for such a country?

That was the last time she saw her father.

In most people's eyes, she is dead.

And that name is no longer available.

What is my name?

In the hazy memory.

She seemed to remember a pair of warm hands holding her.

She cried loudly in that strange embrace.

The voice softly called her name in her ear.

"Jie Ling..."

The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, forming a beautiful arc. She looked sideways at the little girl beside her and said, "I don't have a surname. My name is Jieling."

When Ah Heng heard this name, he felt a little weird. The name didn't seem like the name of a Central Plains person, but the girl looked like a real Central Plains person.

She sat cross-legged beside Jieling and asked, "Which Jie, which bell?"

The girl's dark pupils looked at her, and said to her, "Stretch out your hand."

The slender fingers landed on the palm of her hand, like a soft feather floating down, she couldn't help but look at that beautiful hand a few more times, and then focused on the girl's fingertips .

Ah Heng is not very interested in the story behind the girl.

Many people here have their own stories, and if everyone's story could be told, a book could be written. She, A-Qian, and her adoptive fathers all had some untold stories in the past.

She raised her head and smiled at the girl: "Miss Jieling, my name is Ah Heng, and the one who is lighting the fire over there is Ah Qian."

The girl curled her mouth, raised her fingers, and stared at her own fingers again.

At this moment, there were clear footsteps at the door, Ah Heng got up and went forward, and said to the men who came at the door: "Daddy, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, you are back, we are here a few days ago The little sister brought back woke up."

Her adoptive father looked at the girl.

At this time, the girl wiped her face clean, her eyes were dark, she was only a child, but she already had a face comparable to that of a disastrous witch, and her hands exposed outside the torn quilt were as white as jade, which had nothing to do with this ruined temple, with people like them. Out of place, it seems.

Thinking of Ah Qian who was picked up some time ago, the adoptive father's migraine began to attack again.

According to her second uncle, Ah Heng is a person who likes to pick up things at home.

In the past, she picked up some small odds and ends, and she could always use those things that others would not take a second look to make some very practical little things, for example, the jug he is hanging on now, some pots and pans .

Now she is getting worse and worse.

I used to pick up small animals, but now I'm picking up people.

Her adoptive father was also a son of a rich family in his early years, and he could read and write. Although this girl is still young, she can be seen as the daughter of a rich family, so when he came in, he was a certain distance away from the girl.

The girl's eyes were originally gentle, but because they looked a little deep at first glance, he looked away unnaturally.

"Girl, where do you live? We will send you back. If you quarrel with your family, you will calm down and go back. The world outside is dangerous, and your family..."

"I have no family," the girl suddenly interrupted him, "My parents are already dead."

Speaking of this, there was a bit of sadness in her eyes.

The general sent by Gui Mozong was named Han Jian. When he caught her, her calf was stained red with blood. At that time, her heart was full of confusion, and her peaceful life collapsed.

She knelt in the woods, the hem of her skirt was soaked in blood.

She was discovered by several soldiers.

After all, the hem of the skirt was full of blood. After walking into the woods for a long time, she couldn't hold on any longer. After the enemy soldiers caught her, they found that she was injured. When they lifted the hem of the skirt, they saw a dagger pierced through her the entire calf.

It was she who could endure the pain, and although her face turned pale from the pain, she still bit her lips without saying a word. The two soldiers just sighed, fixed her calf with a splint, and brought her back to the camp.

So she met Gui Mozong's general who attacked the Great Yan Empire this time.

The general who was rumored to be fighting on the battlefield was actually very young. He seemed to be no more than 20 years old, with thick eyebrows and bright eyes. When he saw her, his eyes became even brighter.

At that time, her appearance was mediocre, and she was also thin and small. Men would not give her a second look at all, but this handsome young man with his mask off stretched out his hand and held her palm.

That was the first time she felt the existence of qi.

It was as if Shujiu Hantian's aura of frost and snow came from the hands she held with the young man, she could feel that aura penetrated into her palm like a bundle of silk threads, Then, as soon as it entered her palm, it turned into thousands of silk nets and rushed into her flesh and blood.

She could clearly feel the trajectory of every trace of Qi walking.

It's a mysterious feeling.

It was like a traveler who had been walking in the desert for a long time drank a mouthful of sweet spring water, and finally fell asleep after being exhausted after fighting for several days and nights. She only felt comfortable all over her body.

The stream of air flowed along her wrist and spread all the way along her arm, she could almost 'see' those air streams swimming in her body like a koi carp, and the flesh and blood seemed to be joyful in the soaking of this air stream, she With a thought, she 'saw' every cell in her body, of various colors, cheering up in that air current.

The airflow went along the arms and penetrated into her internal organs, and in just a moment, she could feel the channel opened up by that airflow.

The air flow circled in her body.

In her mind, she had already simulated the route of the airflow, and then Han Jian told her that these routes that passed by were the eight extraordinary meridians of a person, and she was the first time he saw her with all the meridians. people.

When his internal force flowed back from her body in a circle, there was already a trickle flowing slowly in her body.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing.

"This Great Yan Empire is really reckless," he said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, Miss Xiao, are you willing to follow me back to the Demon Sect?"

At that time, how did she answer?

"My home is in Dayan, and my father is General Xiao of the Dayan Empire. I don't want to."

He shook his head and sighed: "Miss Xiao, you will be like this all your life in the Great Yan Empire. You are a rare innate Yin Demon Physique. You belong to the Demon Sect, and the Sect Master just needs a disciple."

She shook her head.

The young man looked down on her reluctance, he thought for a while, and said to her: "Well, make a bet with me, you win, and I will send you back unscathed, I will If you win, you will follow me to return to the Demon Sect, and you will sever ties with your family from now on."

She asked, "What if I don't agree?"

The young man laughed, and he drew out the knife, pointing the knife point at her heart: "If you don't agree, you will die now."

She could see from the young man's eyes that the young man was not joking, there were countless grievances left on his knife, and his eyes were cold, staring at her indifferently.

At that time, her leg was injured, staring at the tip of the young man's knife, she suddenly had an idea.

She can die, but she must not die in this place.

The temptation to practice martial arts is great for her.