Traveling through the beast world: I took the system to the pinnacle of life

The childish voice narrated the most innocent thoughts in her heart, Xia Yunshu finally couldn't hold it anymore, her bean-sized eyes flashed across her cheeks, but she still kept on smiling.

"Mom misses Jojo very much too."

"Mom can't take care of Qiao Qiao herself, so has Qiao Qiao taken care of herself recently?"

Little Song Jinqiao touched Xia Yunshu's cheek, wiped away her tears bit by bit seriously, and said obediently: "Mom, don't cry, Qiao Qiao has taken good care of herself, mother can rest assured."

"Qiao Qiao, my Qiao Qiao..." Xia Yunshu choked up, and hugged little Song Jinqiao into her arms with red eyes.

……

Song Jinqiao's face turned pale, and the dull feeling like ringing in her ears made her feel uncomfortable, but her body was still sinking, and the surrounding sea water was pressing towards her, and she seemed to see countless fireflies flying around her.

……

"Want to take your mother away?" In the dark room, the man was sitting on the chair over there, looking at Song Jinqiao who was tied up and limp on the ground, the corners of his lips curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"It's not too brave."

"Back then, your mother begged for you, so I didn't kill you directly, but now you are finding your own way to die."

The girl lying on the ground was about 15 or 16 years old, her shoulder-length black hair was scattered behind her, and the expression on her face could not be seen clearly.

At this time, a man in a suit hurried in and whispered a few words in the man's ear, but saw the man's face change slightly, he stood up suddenly and was about to go outside, suddenly he stopped, and casually glanced at the half-dead man on the ground Song Jinqiao.

"Throw it to the back mountain, and you can survive."

……

Song Jinqiao was covered in bruises and limped into the hall of the manor. Mother Rong, who was waiting at the door early in the morning, saw her and ran over to help her.

"Miss, the master is here."

After a pause, Mama Rong leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Madam is here too."

Song Jinqiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and her body froze in place.

"Miss, you go with me to change clothes first."

Song Jinqiao came back to her senses, took a deep breath, nodded, and followed Mama Rong into her room through another door.

Rong Ma briefly treated the wound on her body in distress, and then walked out the door.

Song Jinqiao changed into a clean white casual dress, stood in front of the mirror and repeatedly confirmed that the wound on her body would not be exposed, and put a little perfume on her body to cover up the smell of medicine on her body.

Rong's mother, who was waiting at the door, saw Song Jinqiao coming out, looking innocent, she couldn't help shedding tears, but she quickly wiped away the tears and said with a smile, "Let's go."

Song Jinqiao walked to the hall, and saw a woman sitting on the sofa from a distance, her eyes lit up, she ran over, Rong's mother followed her, and couldn't help calling her.

"Miss, slow down."

If you run so fast with an injury on your body, the wound will tear open.

Song Jinqiao didn't care about those things, and ran to Xia Yunshu, ignoring Song Yanli who was sitting aside, staring at Xia Yunshu with bright eyes: "Mom!"

Song Yanli let go of Xia Yunshu's waist, and after whispering a few words in her ear, she got up and left. Mama Rong also left the hall very discerningly, leaving space for the two of them.

With no one else around, Xia Yunshu breathed a sigh of relief, and patted the seat beside her, and Song Jinqiao hurriedly sat next to her.

"Mom!" Her black and white eyes stared at Xia Yunshu, as if she could see a flower on Xia Yunshu's face.

Xia Yunshu held her hand, his eyes were like bright sunshine, revealing endless tenderness as always: "How is Qiao Qiao recently?"

Song Jinqiao was held by her, the palm was as soft and gentle as in memory, as if it had the power to heal all pain, and it was full of happiness.

"Don't worry mom, I'm fine."

As long as she can meet such a mother, everything she does is worth it.

When Song Jinqiao approached, Xia Yunshu vaguely smelled the smell of potion. Although it was covered by the perfume, she was very familiar with the smell after being in contact with the potion for more than ten years.

"injured?"

She knew that the man would often assign some tasks to her daughter, but she had no choice but to please the man, hoping that he would not be cruel to her daughter.

Song Jinqiao subconsciously withdrew her arm, not wanting her to find out: "Without mother, I am not injured."

Of course Xia Yunshu could see what she was covering up. As a daughter, she still couldn't get rid of the habit of not being able to tell lies in front of her closest relatives.

She pulled her wrist forcefully, stroked her palm gently, and said with a smile: "Okay, I still don't understand you, the wound must not be treated well, right... Let's go back to the room and Mom will help you treat the wound .”

Song Jinqiao was a little greedy for the beauty of this moment, so she nodded, followed Xia Yunshu into her room, took out the medicine box and handed it to her.

Although it had been treated once before, it was indeed in a hurry. After Xia Yunshu carefully treated the wounds all over her body, it was already too late.

"Mom." Song Jinqiao rubbed against Xia Yunshu, "Are you sleeping here tonight?"

Xia Yunshu patted her head, nodded with a smile, Song Jinqiao's eyes lit up immediately.

When going to bed at night, Song Jinqiao was hugged by her mother.

Feeling Xia Yunshu beside her, her heart felt unprecedentedly peaceful, her whole body and mind relaxed, and she fell asleep in a short while.

When Song Jinqiao fell into a deep sleep, Xia Yun, who had fallen asleep, slowly opened her eyes, sat up and looked at Song Jinqiao's sleeping profile, couldn't help smiling, and covered her with the quilt.

"Mom..." Song Jinqiao beside her murmured slightly, and Xia Yunshu hurried back to sleep.

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Song Jinqiao had never felt so at ease before, she woke up naturally after sleeping, and when she slowly opened her eyes, she saw darkness.

"Jojo is awake?"

A deep and thick voice rang in her ears, but she was sleeping in a man's arms.

"Who are you!" Song Jinqiao suddenly stood up, took several steps back, and stared at the man.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a maddeningly handsome face that was dignified and elegant, and his golden eyes were fixed on her, with an aura of looking down upon the world.

"Don't Qiao Qiao recognize me? I'm Nan Ming."

Nanming?

For some reason, she was in a daze when she heard the name.

This name is so familiar, she seems to have heard this name somewhere.

Nan Ming stared straight at her: "Qiao Qiao, I want to court you."

"Can we get married?"

Get married?

Song Jinqiao felt her heart beat suddenly, and she was a little short of breath.

"Who are you, I don't know you!"

"What is a couple, I have no idea what you're talking about!"