Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's fiancé

Chapter 141 Reincarnation Memory!The origin of the Ruthless Emperor!

It was a very remote mountain village, where there were few people, and a dilapidated asphalt tile house came into view...

"Brother, why don't you take a bite of this steamed bun, too. Nannie eats it all by herself."

Wearing two not-too-tidy sheeptail braids and a long colorful dress.

The colorful colors are all sewn from patches of other colors.

Although it is old, the stitches and stitches are fairly regular.

Underneath the neat and flat bangs, a pair of pure jade eyes, so clean that there is no trace of turbidity.

On the really cute bun face, when the little girl smiled, the corners of her mouth curved like crescent moons, revealing her white teeth.

But the strange thing is that although happiness is written all over his face, there are two lines of clear tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Raising his hand to gently push away the cold steamed buns handed over by the little girl, a childish yet mature voice sounded.

"Hurry up and eat, my brother is not hungry. I already ate it when I came back, really! My brother will not lie to you."

As if he was afraid that the little girl in front of him would not believe it, the young man pointed his three fingers to the sky and swore solemnly.

But before the oath could be fulfilled, the boy's right arm fell to the ground in pain.

"Hiss~" He couldn't help but gasped, the boy leaned back and leaned against the prickly straw.

It seems that this can relieve a little pain in his right arm.

Throwing down the steamed bun in her hand, the little girl disappeared with a smile on her face, and persuaded the boy while helping him to lie down.

"Brother... my daughter is not afraid of being hungry, my daughter only wants my brother... my brother to be good."

The little girl sobbed tremblingly, looking at the boy in front of her, her heart ached so much that she couldn't help shedding tears.

She couldn't remember how many times, each time the boy brought back half a cold steamed bun, or a dusty steamed bun.

His body was always covered with bruises and skin trauma. Fortunately, although the boy was weak, he did not hurt his internal organs.

With a gentle smile, although his face was stained with dirt, he could vaguely see that the young man was quite handsome.

Raising his left hand to gently wipe away the tears on the girl's face, the young man consoled him carefully.

"Today is my daughter's birthday, my brother has no ability, so I can only get a cold steamed bun, don't be disgusted with my daughter!"

Flutter~!

Leaning over and throwing herself into the boy's arms, the little girl cried out and shook her head.

"I don't want a birthday! I don't have a birthday! I don't want my brother to get hurt, I just want my brother."

In front of the dilapidated wooden house, a young man dressed in white stood there quietly.

With a panoramic view of everything that happened in the house, he turned around and looked up elsewhere.

His brows were tightly locked in thought, his rosy purple-gray eyes trembled slightly, and thousands of words choked his throat.

On the messy straw, the boy's bright eyes showed a doting smile.

Only the left hand remained intact, and it patted the little girl's back lightly.

An unknown folk tune was humming in his mouth.

"The moon is bright... the wind is still, the leaves cover the window lattice~, the crickets are clanking, just like the sound of the strings..."

The bright moon is in the sky, the sound of willows swaying gently in the evening wind, and the sound of crickets in the bushes echoes in the heart like a sweet spring...

Leaning quietly outside the dilapidated wooden house, her long snow-white hair fluttered in the wind.

The memory of this life in my mind became clearer and clearer...

On the straw pile, the boy looked down at his sleeping daughter, turned over and gently placed her on the straw.

"I wish I could grow up soon, so that... I can learn a craft from the street old man Li, and my daughter won't have to go hungry."

The young man smiled, stood up and picked up the steamed buns that his daughter had thrown on the ground, covered with a little dust.

He raised his hand and patted the dust on the steamed bun, put it in his arms and covered it.

"I hope it can be warmed up, so that my sister can eat something warm tomorrow."

Time flies, and the boy in white is watching the past of the four seasons of the two brothers and sisters.

Until that day comes....

Pat clap clack!thump!
That night, when the cold rain fell, the little girl gritted her teeth and desperately chased the five well-dressed people.

Just because in their hands, they held the young man in ragged clothes who looked like a beggar.

The land washed by the rain became muddy and cold.

The little girl chased them for thousands of meters and ran away with a rough cloth shoe with a toe missing.

Bare feet, tears mixed with rain, only the frown and biting lips can see her sadness.

"Elder, this useless girl is still chasing after her, why don't you kill her?"

The strange man standing aside looked down at the daughter who had fallen into the mud with cold eyes.

"It's enough to drive her away. Anyway, her brother is still a useful person. Let's go."

The old-looking middle-aged man wearing a robe and walking towards the distance with the boy in his arms.

Seeing this, Zijun standing on the void was furious!
With a ferocious face like a ghost, he punched those men with a punch.

Om~!

Staggering forward, Zi Jun's body passed through the man in black in front of her daughter.

"This! System! What the hell is going on here! Kill them!" Zi Jun roared angrily after being shocked.

But his voice seemed inaudible to outsiders, the man in black who stopped her, kicked her young daughter away!

Boom!thump!
The young and fragile body rolled several times in the mud and stopped in the grass beside the dirt road.

"If you're interested, get out! I'm catching up and I'll kill you! Hmph! A mortal waste!"

The man in black turned around and followed, and the girl in the mud stood up tremblingly.

Boom!Thunder shook!There were more raindrops falling.

Crawling towards the man in black with both hands and feet, weeping on his painful face.

"Woo... ho! Ho! Scoundrel! You guys, give me back my brother! I... want... my brother! Ah~!"

Plop~!

Zijun knelt down powerlessly on the ground, warm tears mixed with raindrops falling down.

【Master... These are all memories of your reincarnation, not this world... I can't help you. 】

Boom~!

The scenery around Zijun faded quickly, and the ragged daughter in memory was hungry digging grass roots to eat, and thirsty to drink the morning dew or river water.

In order to have a bite to eat, I did chores and dirty work one by one.

And what she has done the most is to wait day after day and year after year at the place where the boy left.

"Brother...my niece knows how to wash and cook and can support herself, when will you come back..."

Curled up with her thin body, Nannan buried her head in her arms.

The obsession in my heart never stops....

Raising her head suddenly, there was a touch of surprise on the girl's sad face.

Turning his head to look at the empty right hand side, Zi Jun, who had turned into a spirit body, sat quietly beside him.

Only he can see her, but she... can't see him....

"Divine blood... demon blood, Buddhism has been poured on her, and it will be my turn soon..."

A strange yet familiar voice came into Zijun's mind, and there was worry in the crying.

"It doesn't matter if I die, what about my sister...! She is still too young, I can't worry...!"

Boom~!

Memories flew by, and the girl beside her disappeared, Zijun stood up nervously, looking around.

Until he saw that scene....

(End of this chapter)