In the dim sight, the figure got closer and closer, standing still about five or six meters away from Song Qingxiao, looking at it curiously and vigilantly.

She tried to get up, but was hit hard by the dragon of imperial luck, and couldn't push away the heavy objects that had hit her.

Under this movement, only the silt fell down, making a rustling sound.

Then, Song Qingxiao heard a little boy whispering:

"It's not dead yet..."

The voice was childish, but it also had a sense of sophistication as if it had been familiar with the world, which was very weird.

He waited patiently for a while, as if he hadn't heard any more, and then stepped forward cautiously.

‘Tap. ’

Amid the sound of footsteps, he was slowly approaching, vigilantly like a lone wolf, peeling away the objects that were pressing on her.

Song Qingxiao's last trace of spiritual consciousness barely swept over the child, confirming that he was just an ordinary person and did not carry any dangerous items, and finally let his consciousness be swallowed by darkness.

...

She was awakened by a secret glance.

In the darkness, there is a breath hidden in the corner, secretly looking at her.

Song Qing's small consciousness regained little by little, and as soon as he woke up, he first checked his body with divine consciousness.

In the second round of entering the scene, she turned out to be in the capital city of Shengjing. She did not notice and alarmed the guards in the capital for a while, and was hit by the dragon soul guarding the palace.

The veins and lungs were severely injured, but when the strength recovered by 20%, just give her some time to completely recover.

After a short sleep, her spiritual consciousness recovered a little, but the pain after being injured by the dragon soul still remained, and she needed to gradually expel these dragon breaths.

...

After understanding his own situation, Song Qingxiao felt relieved. When he was about to inspect his location, he heard a voice:

"you're awake."

It was the child who found out that she fell, but the voice was a little weird, like the voice made by deliberately pressing down on her throat, trying to increase her aura.

She tugged at the corner of her mouth and opened her eyes.

It was like a dilapidated low house. She was tucked in a corner, her body curled up and fell to the ground, her hands and feet tied together by a piece of cotton cloth.

When Song Qingxiao realized this, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Even if she was injured, this slender cotton rope obviously couldn't hold her, but she was not eager to tear the rope apart, instead she turned her head and looked around.

The house was very dirty and old, there was still wet mud on the ground, and it was filled with some worn-out earthen jars, and I don’t know what was in it.

It was dark all around, and there was no light at all.

"you're awake!"

The child who couldn't get her response couldn't help but say again.

This time it might be a bit anxious, and he didn't even bother to pretend.

It was just that the child reacted very quickly, and deliberately pretended to be deep:

"Don't lie to me!"

His feeling is rather sharp.

Song Qingxiao walked all the way from the trial, and the experience accumulated in countless moments of life and death made her very sure that she did not show any strangeness, and should be the same as when she was asleep.

But the child can say with certainty that she is awake, obviously not blinded by hearing and vision, but purely relying on extraordinary induction,'guess' that she wakes up.

"This is where?"

She spoke with a hoarse voice, and glanced at the child again:

"who are you?"

As soon as she spoke, the child hiding in the shadow shrank back, very vigilant.

He seemed to be holding something in his hand, like a sharpened tree fork, placed in front of him diagonally, staring at Song Qingxiao's position.

"My parents saved you!"

He pretended to be rough and rough:

"Let me look at you first."

Song Qingxiao couldn't help but laugh.

Before she lost consciousness, she was very sure that it was the child who was close to her, and naturally she would not be fooled by his pretentious words.

"Do you have anything valuable, take it out, and I will let you go."

He leaned against the corner, blinked twice, and asked her.

"No."

She replied, the child poked out half of his head in disappointment, and then retracted his head very vigilantly.

When she was in a coma, he apparently searched her body and he did not find anything.

"What about your family? What is your last name? Let them use the money to redeem you."

Having said that, he added another sentence:

"If you don't have money, you can take valuable things."

As soon as the words fell, seeing Song Qingxiao still silent, he added anxiously:

"There is nothing valuable, is there anything to eat?"

"No."

She shook her head again: "I will be alone."

Song Qingxiao thought for a while, and added:

"Originally there were relatives, but they were separated."

In that monstrous torrent, Father Song was swallowed by huge waves, and she was separated from Zhang Xiaoniang's newborn baby.

Back to the scene, I don't know when this is, I only know that I have appeared in Shengjing.

But since the one in the ghost temple is related to the devil's womb born by Zhang Xiaoniang, and wants to change his fate against the sky, he will send himself to a place where he once was, and then meet him.

Song Qingxiao concluded that the newborn baby had escaped the death for some reason, and was most likely also in Shengjing at this time.

Eight hundred years ago, Tiandao Temple was a Buddhist temple that guarded the luck of the dynasty, and its original location must be not far from Shengjing.

I just don't know if the baby fell into the hands of Tiandao Temple after she disappeared.

She made up her mind that when her injury stabilized, she would go to Tiandao Temple to find out.

"what?"

The child did not hear the emotions in her words, but listened to her alone, and could not conceal a disappointed tone in her words.

"So I picked up a poor ghost."

After all, he was still young, and when his hope was lost, he didn't even bother to pretend, and he showed a little childish tone in his own words.

"It took a lot of effort for me to pick you, so quickly think about it, what valuable craftsmanship is there, if you have nothing..." he muttered, tightening the sharpened stake in his hand:

"I will sell you."

"..." Song Qingxiao couldn't help but laugh, "You can't sell me."

"There are so many acquaintances on this street!"

He threatened:

"You should be more obedient. I also know the traffickers next door. They will fall into their hands. If you dare to escape, you can discount your legs."

Song Qing smiled slightly and asked him:

"When is this?"

"You don't need to know!" He pretended to be ferocious, but because of his age, the beating was not even as powerful. Song Qingxiao looked like a cat with teeth and claws.

"How old are you? How long have you lived here?"

Song Qingxiao sat up from the ground slowly while speaking, holding back the pain.

"Don't move—I don't allow you to move!"

When the child saw her move, he was obviously a little frightened, and he immediately retracted half of his body, and pushed out the sharpened wooden spear a little more.

Song Qingxiao ignored him and moved his wrist.

The cotton rope that bound her wrist cracked, and she moved her palm to untie the rope from her foot.

"Where is Tiandao Temple, do you know?"

"Don't move—"

When the child saw her breaking the rope easily, he seemed to know that she was not easy to mess with.

Coupled with the way she descended from the sky, she immediately wanted to escape without hesitation.

"Humph."

Song Qing snorted lightly.

The sense of consciousness was released, entangled the child's legs.

He is not a cultivator, and he has no spiritual power on his body.

Even if Song Qingxiao was seriously injured, it was more than enough to deal with such a child.

The child's feet halted, and his body thumped and fell to the ground.

He did not cry because of the fall, but fell on his knees, kowtowing and shouting:

"Grandpa Immortal, forgive me, forgive me."

The child had been arrogant before, but when he found something was wrong, he immediately bowed his head and confessed his guilt. He was very aware of current affairs.

Young Song Qing tore off the rope on his ankle, panting against the earth wall, calling him:

"come."

In the darkness, the child who was kneeling on the ground rolled his eyes grunting, and then cried:

"This is Shengdu, at the feet of the emperor. If I die and my parents come back, I'm afraid I have to report to the officials."

Song Qing's small eyebrows lightly jumped:

"Come and help me up."

He didn't dare, his body was very tight, like a little beast ready to go, holding the wooden spear in his hand tightly.

"That thing is of no use to me, come here."

She yelled again. Although there was no cruelty in that tone, the child felt extremely sensitive and still realized that she was not easy to mess with.

After hesitating for a while, he stood up tremblingly and bit his head and walked towards her.

The closer he got, the tighter his body became until he was nearly one meter away from her. He took up the wooden spear in his hand and stab her hard:

"Monster! Appeared!"

Before the wooden spear pierced her body, she saw her shooting like lightning, grabbed the spear, and pulled hard—

The child holding the wooden spear could not stand firmly and fell into her arms with a bang.

Under this collision, both of them let out a muffled grunt.

The child is scared, but Song Qingxiao is in pain.

Her ribs were broken and her internal organs were not lightly injured. If the spiritual power in her tendons seemed to be absent, her condition would be very bad.

Being hit by him again affected the injury and caused great pain.

"Let go of me! Let me go!" As soon as the child was hugged, he struggled desperately.

During this struggle, Song Qingxiao suffered a heavy blow, and could not help but endure the pain, bending his fingers towards his forehead:

"be quiet!"

The child was as thin as wood, pitifully small, and hugged lightly in her arms, naturally he couldn't bear her much effort.

But even if she kept back down again and again, the pain still made the child burst into tears under the bullet, yelling:

"The banshee has eaten people, the banshee has eaten people..."

Without a word, Song Qingxiao clenched the wooden spear he had snatched from him, turned his body over, and slapped him on the leg.

He was clothed thinly, and he was sore and howling in pain when he hit it with a stick.

"Don't fight...Don't fight..."

He cried loudly, screaming for mercy.

"Who do you call the female fairy?" Song Qingxiao kept holding his hands, grasping his hands, and every time he struck him in the fleshy place, the child was crying heartbreakingly.

"It's not you, it's not you." The child had no bones, and quickly admitted his mistake:

"It's my bad mouth. Don't be the same as me."

Song Qingxiao didn't expect it. The second time he entered the scene, except for a fight with the Shengjing royal family inexplicably, the first thing he did was to beat the child.

This child is cunning and suspicious, if he is not taken down once, I am afraid there will be future troubles.

She remembered what the cold male voice in Miyagi said at the moment when she was hit by the golden dragon, she couldn't help but constricted her mind and drew him two sticks again.

"At a young age, a mouth is either a fairy or a bodhisattva. Who taught you?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, grandma, ancestor, don't fight..."

The child kicked his calf, with both hands desperately trying to protect his red and swollen back thigh, begging.

Song Qingxiao gave him a lesson, and after measuring that he didn't dare to regenerate other thoughts for the time being, he let go of his hand.

The child quickly slid off her and hid to one side, with tears in his eyes, desperately reaching out and rubbing his legs:

"Thank you sir for your mercy."

"Learn less of these slick things."

Song Qing snorted, the child resisted the grievance in his heart, lowered his eyebrows and replied:

"Yes."

Finally, he raised his head again and said pitifully:

"What you say is what you say, and it will definitely be corrected in the future."

He may not be really convinced, but at least he is obedient now, daring to be angry and not daring to speak, barely satisfied Song Qingxiao.

What made her feel a little lost was that when she was in contact with this child, she did not sense the abnormal changes in the spiritual power in her body.

According to the principle of entering the scene for the first time, when she fell down and met the child, she actually wondered if the child was related to the child born to Miss Zhang.

But the child born to Zhang Xiaoniang is the key to her ability to unblock her. Once she encounters it, it will definitely make the spiritual power in her body respond.

Now she hugged the child for a fight, but the spiritual power in her body did not change at all. Naturally, this child has nothing to do with Zhang Xiaoniang.

But this result was also expected by Song Qingxiao. She was not discouraged, and looked at the child with tears:

"I have a few questions for you."

"You ask." The child nodded, and finally did not dare to run away after being beaten. When Song Qingxiao heard that Song Qingxiao was only about to ask questions, he was refreshed and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I know everything. , The words are endless."

He shook his head and learned this sentence from nowhere.

"Who are you? How old are your parents? How old are you this year? Where is Shengjing~lightnovelpub.net~Who usually lives?"

She asked several questions in a row. The child seemed to be very familiar with such questions, and immediately did not blink:

"My name is Aqi, and I am seven years old this year. This is southwest of Shengjing, and many of them are'sweet potatoes' who have fled from other places."

He rolled his eyes and cried:

"I am very miserable, and my life is also very hard. My mother was originally born beautiful, but she was favored by the squire and robbed as a concubine. In order to save her, my father was beaten to death and left her body in the grave."

"Leave me alone, alone and helpless, with nowhere to go, so I want to find you to change food."

The child opened his mouth and howled, but his eyes stared at Song Qing through the fingers covering his face, as if he wanted to check her thoughts.

His remarks came with a twist, and most of them were made up.

Song Qingxiao said nothing, just staring at him calmly.

The child howled twice, and the voice was loud at first, but after she was staring at him so terribly, the voice gradually became quieter.

Knowing that I can't be fooled in front of her, I swore to the sky:

"My parents are really dead, I don't even know my last name."

Having said this, he took two steps forward, knelt in front of Song Qingxiao with a ‘plop’, and reached out to hug her bent calf:

"Otherwise, I will worship you as a mother and give your surname." After finishing speaking, before Song Qingxiao answered, he leaned over and cried against her calf:

"Mother... my mother... godmother..."

"..."

Song Qing's small fist was clenched, and before he could kick the shameless child out, he heard his call, like lightning and thunder, and it plunged into her eardrums, then lifted it up. Suddenly, his legs froze in the air.