After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 129 Awakening
Taking out the array plate that can isolate the breath, Song Jingmo made a pot of tea, waiting for the moment when Song Qingyan woke up.

The piece of jade that Liu Qiaoer gave her was a product of luck.

The material is ordinary, but it carries a strong luck.

The dumpling nestled aside, grabbed a ball from the trapped luck cloud, sucked it down a few mouthfuls, showing a satisfied expression.

"That human doesn't look very special, and there is such a thing of luck on his body."

"Is her luck abnormal?"

"Without this piece of jade, the luck of that human being can return to normal, and he will not be at the mercy of heaven." Tuanzi rolled himself into a ball, and did not forget to answer when he was sleepy.

Song Jingmo himself couldn't see the mysterious luck, so he lowered his eyes and thought carefully.

After getting the jade piece, the luck in her body couldn't hold back and wanted to spread out. Seeing that she was about to be attracted by these luck, the dumpling drilled from the sea of ​​consciousness took the disobedient part of the luck away. Let the balls be pinched into a white cloud shape.

Song Jingmo can't bear this part of the power of luck for the time being.

According to Tuanzi, this part of luck is owned by Tiandao.

If it wasn't for the fact that the son of luck hadn't been born yet, Song Jingmo wouldn't be able to take advantage of this great deal.

It takes great effort for others to get a little bit of luck, and it is often in vain.

The value of the small ball that Tuanzi took down alone was far more than [-] high-grade spirit stones.

After all, luck usually affects luck. Whether it's treasure hunting or crossing a catastrophe, a little bit of luck will make a huge difference in the result.

What really needs luck is usually to avoid disaster.

The strong power of luck can cover up the secrets of the sky, and it can also be used to change fate.

Song Jingmo lowered his eyes to stop himself from thinking about how much luck Song Qingyan and Song Zheng had expended to keep him alive.

Luck is not controlled by heaven.

Tiandao can only slowly collect luck and distribute it to the people he likes.

The piece of jade in Liu Qiaoer's hand is an item of luck marked by the way of heaven.

According to Liu Qiaoer, this piece of jade has been with her since she was born. Because the material is ordinary and cannot be sold for a high price, it has been kept in her hands.

At first, Liu Qiaoer also regarded the existence of Yu Pian as some kind of luck of her own.

After entering the sect, she realized that jade pieces were indeed good things, but for her whose fate was not expensive enough, it not only suppressed her original fate but also continuously absorbed her own luck.

Liu Qiaoer didn't figure it out at first.

When I connected the incidents I encountered with Yu Pian, I understood.

Jade pieces have never brought her good luck.

It was just because she was still useful, so there was no major danger in the first 19 years, allowing her to live to the age of 19 in a relatively stable manner.

The head told her that it was because of a variable around her that broke her original fate arrangement.

Liu Qiaoer thought about it, and besides herself, the only variable that could be called a variable was Song Jingmo.

In the end, the jade piece was given to Song Jingmo, and Liu Qiaoer felt relieved.

After talking to Song Jingmo for a while, he left the inn.

Song Jingmo recalled what Liu Qiaoer said at this time, and felt the absurdity of the world more and more.

There is nothing wrong with Tiandao wanting to choose a child whose parents have both died to be the son of luck.

But what if, before the child was born, the way of heaven had decided the life of the child's parents?

The son of fate, whose parents both died, left with his mother's relics, and began his life of cheating.

The premise is that the life of the parents is arranged just for his birth.

Song Jingmo used to be able to write some stories, but he never thought that in order to complete the background of a story, the world would form a closed loop of the plot in this way.

The history of ten thousand years ago will repeat itself, the son of destiny will make his choice, and the life and death of other creatures are not in his control.

The self who appeared as a variable bears the greatest hostility of Heavenly Dao.

So in the previous life, she died ignorant and didn't know anything.

The sobriety in this life is due to too many people behind the scenes, and Song Qingyan's deep sleep is also due to excessive consumption.

The author's pen only writes about the protagonist's emotions and what he sees and hears. All the supporting characters are either tool people who serve the plot or tool people with a fuller image who are closer to the protagonist group.

Everything is for the achievement of the protagonist.

As the pusher in the dark, Tiandao follows the established fate of the protagonist and implements all the settings.

Song Jingmo suddenly laughed.

So, isn't she also the one who took the lead script?

The consciousness is awakened, and everyone helps each other to fight against the biggest evil force-the Dao of Heaven.

To what extent you want to achieve and what kind of responsibilities you want to bear, you have to take a step by step and look at it one by one.

She didn't have a script in her hand, and in the original story, she should be a little person who died without a sound.

The identity of this life is not necessarily the original one.

Long, long ago, someone took action to disrupt her fate and asked her to rewrite it herself.

I don't know how long it took, but in the long silence, the Beast Orb lit up with a light.

Song Jingmo looked up happily, and there was a familiar figure in front of him.

Song Qingyan's eyes were full of smiles and his expression was gentle.

Just like the first time I saw it.

She wants the world to be what it should be.

Even if the end of the world is destruction, that is the world's own choice.

Song Jingmo thought to himself, and smiled at Song Qingyan.

The door was knocked from the outside, Song Qingyan disappeared, Song Jingmo got up and opened the door, and let in a group of grinning brothers and sisters.

Song Jingmo knew that the others had been staying in the dungeon for the past two days, leaving early and returning late.

Most of the time, the opponents in the match are equal or stronger, and it is not easy to win.

A group of people hissed and treated the wound together.

Too good pills are reluctant to be used on minor injuries, and slow-acting pills can't make the wound heal immediately.

All of them were clumsy in dealing with the wounds, and Song Jingmo happened to bump into them when he came back from the auction house the day before.

The injuries, which were not serious at first, tended to worsen after they dealt with them, and some simply ignored them.

The senior brother and sister of the Qingling Sect, Sheng Zhichun, used the spiritual power of the wood attribute to catalyze the power of the medicine to speed up wound healing. No one in the Beixuan Lingyuan had mastered this skill.

Song Jingmo couldn't stand it, and Wu Yi couldn't stand it even more.

On the same day, a doctor was invited to come over, saying that it was to assist in the treatment of the wound, but in fact it was to teach these students some simple wound treatment methods.

After Lingxiu is injured, the wound will heal faster than ordinary people. Small injuries can heal on their own, and slightly serious injuries need to be bandaged with medicine.

Different wounds have different treatment methods, which can also be distinguished according to different treatment conditions.

Song Jingmo thought that it was inevitable to get injured when going out, so he also learned a little bit.

Never thought it would come in handy today.

(End of this chapter)