The fairy cultivator is doted on by the six-year-old cubs

Bai Jiaojiao's soul nailed to her body can clearly feel her body slowly rotting away, feel the insects and ants coming in and out of her decayed flesh and blood, and she has to endure the extreme pain of being nailed to death repeatedly every day.

Until the male ghost who had humiliated her for three years proudly said: "He is going to be reincarnated, and he will still be the young master of a rich family, and she! Can only be trapped in this coffin for life and death, like a rotten mouse He bears bad karma and keeps him rich and prosperous in the world."

It was the amulet on Bai Jiaojiao's neck, which forcibly sucked up the power of reincarnation when the male ghost was about to step into reincarnation, and led her to escape from that nightmare place while the male ghost howled unwillingly.

She fled back to the only warm place in her life, to the beautiful locust tree that was always with her outside the window...

Bai Jiaojiao's fear was too deep, and it hurt too much, so painful that even the glowing decontamination beads couldn't wake her up.The pain was so great that the distraction that had followed her for a lifetime was unbearable, and she lightly brightened the beautiful pictures in her memory.

"Well, the eyebrows and eyes are neat, so I'll call her Xiaoqi from now on..."

"Be my granddaughter of Bai Fenghua, straighten your back..."

"Sister Qiqi, we like you the most!"

"Sister Qiqi let's play together!"

"Sister Qiqi, don't be afraid that we are here to accompany you..."

"Sister Qiqi, this is the amulet we carved. It is carved with the branch of the locust tree outside our window~ Grandpa Chen said that the locust tree has given birth to a spirit and can protect you forever!"

"Sister Qiqi, you are too powerful, how do you know that I am Xiaozhi, not Xiaotang?"

"Sister Qiqi—this is your gift!"

"Sister Qiqi, save Meng, Cheche is here——wow——"

"Sister Qiqi~ you and Xiaozhi leave quickly, leave this place to me, you must be happy——Xiaotang is staring at you——"

Bai Jiaojiao, who was covered in water, suddenly woke up!

Bai Jiaojiao, who could no longer maintain his ghost power and showed a ghostly appearance, looked very tragic, his body was tightly bound by beef tendons that had been pierced into flesh, and one hundred and eight bound spirits carved with evil runes were nailed to various key points nail.

On the face that is so white that it is almost transparent, there are several hideous black smoke scars on the right side, and several winding scratches on the left side...

This is what she looked like when she died... unless she reached the Transcendence, there is no other way to change it... Even if half of her spirit was burnt last time, she will still look like this after recovery.

Even if she has breathing and body temperature, these things will still be tightly bound to her body, never letting her have even a second of freedom.

The scars on ghost faces are the Achilles' heel of ghost cultivators. Ghost cultivators usually try their best to cover them up with ghost aura, but at this time Bai Jiaojiao, who has lost his spirit and soul, is completely powerless to cover it up...

Bai Jiaojiao, who was in a trance, easily passed the two levels that were almost like acting...

Withdrawing the distracted little white spirit, I really can't bear to toss this child who seems to be broken if touched...

Gently floating in front of Bai Jiaojiao, the little white hand stroked her forehead.

A burst of strong spiritual light directly shattered the one hundred and eight evil nails more than three inches nailed tightly on the spirit, burned the tendon rope tightly tied to the ghost's body, and even gently smoothed the little girl's cheeks. , that is obviously a deep scar that has been scalded many times.

These traces left on the soul body, no matter how Bai Jiaojiao conceals them on weekdays, they have always existed...

Now, these pain signs that represent shame are all easily smoothed away by this snow-white spirit body.

Even the pain in Bai Jiaojiao's heart seemed to be healed along with the scars...

The little boy caressed the few winding scratches on Bai Jiaojiao's face that could not be erased, feeling a little regretful.He knew that these hideous scars were made by the little girl herself.

The child was very decisive, because he couldn't find anything sharp, he just bit out the sharp corners of the amulet on his neck bit by bit, and then used the blunt sharp corners to file out bit by bit on his white and tender face. There were a few hideous bloody holes.

It's a pity that this child doesn't know how evil human nature can be... Her self-injury in desperation, instead of making those people let her go, made those animals even more excited!

The way of heaven is harsh on ghost cultivators, and those who commit suicide cannot become ghost cultivators, and the scars of ghost cultivators' self-injury during their lifetime can never be erased. According to his old man's opinion, life and body that he doesn't cherish are not eligible to come back.

The little boy patted Bai Jiaojiao's hair, threw her a shiny black soul-nourishing pearl, accepted Bai Jiaojiao's solemn thank you gift, and gently sent her away.

No one except the little boy knew that in a small world far away, a woman whose heart was so poisonous that she turned black had several huge and foul-smelling poisonous pits appear out of thin air on her well-maintained fair cheeks. On that child's face back then, she had repeatedly raped her.

A pampered middle-aged woman was swiping her credit card for shopping when she suddenly hit the counter and couldn't move a bit.

A middle-aged man who was having a hot fight with a flirtatious little woman suddenly felt a burst of piercing pain all over his body, but his mouth was sewn shut, and he couldn't even utter a wail...

How could the scars already engraved on the ghost face disappear?I just went where I was supposed to go...

There are too many sufferings in this world, even the gods are not allowed to intervene at will, but since we met, since this child is destined for him, so what can we do?Anyway...

Xiaotong showed a helpless smile slightly, and didn't continue to think about it.

The fear of that little black egg is somewhat interesting, it is two pairs of seemingly innocent tearful eyes.

"Don't blame the parents, children, how can..."

Little Hei Dan couldn't remember what happened next, it only remembered that behind those tearful eyes was the burning pain that lasted thousands of years.

Except for those teary eyes, the little black egg who hadn't had time to look at this world has been thrown into a world with only flames since then, a world where no matter how painful it is... can't make tears...

Until in the turbulent flow of time and space, it was picked up by a small black and white paw.

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Those who were brought in together also had their own fears, fear of not having spirit stones, fear of not having food to eat, fear of losing important people and important things, and some feared their own mediocrity, fear of loneliness...

Xiao Tong looked at it for a while, feeling a little boring, but there were quite a few people who fell into this plain fear.

The little boy didn't feel anything about it. After this incident, if a young man can polish himself well, it might not be a blessing. Things outside of him are far less important than his own polishing.

As for those disappointments, those ecstasies, those taking it for granted, those gratitudes, those madness and resentment...it doesn't matter to him...