cute little fairy

Chapter 3 Dog Blood Routine ([-])

Jian Zhixi walked out of the cave and saw a flash of light outside the cave.

Suddenly, Jian Zhixi sat up abruptly, opened her eyes, and began to gasp for breath.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and tried to calm her breathing to calm herself down.

She had this nightmare again, and she couldn't remember how many times it was.

The dream was clear and real, but she only forgot what that person looked like, and the appearance of that person blurred in her mind.

After a long time, Jian Zhixi gradually couldn't tell whether it was real or illusory, memory or dream.

She couldn't think of it, so she simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, it was impossible for her to meet that big devil again.

Jian Zhixi stretched out her fingers and counted, it was almost 1000 years, she has traveled here for nearly a thousand years.

Days passed by like flowing water, plain but fun.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Jian Zhixi got dressed and washed clean.

After that, she walked leisurely to the backyard to water the little flowers she planted.

The water drops all the way from the leaves to the roots, seeping into the soil, and the little flowers exude vitality.

The days in heaven are boring, and she only finds a little fun in taking care of the flowers and plants she grows.

In her previous life, she was an orphan and grew up in a welfare home.

Her parents only left her with one name - Jian Zhixi.

Translated into the vernacular - simply enough!
Jian Zhixi felt that this name could very well express her parents' true feelings for her.

She has no parents to rely on, she relies on herself for everything, works hard and works hard, and is a star doctor in the hospital.

On the night she was killed, she had just finished her shift and walked home alone.

She doesn't have many friends, and she likes to grow some flowers and plants to adjust her life on weekdays.

Therefore, only when she is taking care of her flowers and plants can she feel that she is still herself, not - Si Ming.

After watering, Jian Zhixi found that a few flowers in the yard seemed to have a hazy spirituality.

With a little more time, they will be able to give birth to wisdom.

This makes Jian Zhixi excited, and there is a sense of relief that my child has finally grown up.

After saying goodbye to her child, she walked into the study.

Si Ming, the life of the world.

As a commander of life, what Jian Zhixi has to do every day is to write the fate of the world.

It is not difficult for her to write the fate. She has never done a clerical job in her previous life, but she has read countless novels, and she has more stories in her head than anyone else.

Jian Zhixi's hand flicked, and a pen appeared in her palm.

This pen was the life-style pen that she took over from Li Guan on the day she succeeded as Si Ming.

It has inexhaustible ink, and the words written by it cannot be erased by anyone, not even the Emperor of Heaven.

Looking at the pen of fate in her hand, Jian Zhixi remembered that terrifying dream again.

At that time, she didn't feel anything at all, she only felt the thrill of revenge, and now when she thinks about it again, her hairs stand on end.

If this pen really wrote a line on that man's penis, then she still holds it every day, thinking about it... disgusting.

But this pen of fate cannot be lost or exchanged, so she often tells herself that it is just a dream.

She was reluctant to use her fate pen indiscriminately.

Although Jian Zhixi has a small lump in her heart every time she holds the pen of fate.

But fortunately, she had a big heart, and soon forgot about this little pimple.

(End of this chapter)