Rebirth of the Hidden World's Only Daughter

Chapter 116: A Bud Between the Roots of an Old Rooted Tree (1)
The city wall stood behind them. Although the sun was shining brightly, the cold wind made them hard and cold. Hundreds or even thousands of years of wind, frost, rain and dew, although they were mottled and vicissitudes of life, Still standing firm on this land, deeply rooted, clinging to the corruption and selfish happiness of that land!
Her sonorous words made them feel ashamed, but how could the immortal folk beliefs of thousands of years be changed because of these few words?
They wavered somewhat, but they were not enough to change their position. They still insisted on burning the little girl to death. I don't know who ruthlessly picked up the stone and threw it at them again. Yu Jian turned around without hesitation, and with her slender arms Hug the mother and daughter tightly.

The stone hit her body, the more pain she felt, the more she became sober, and the more sober she became, the more her heart ached!Why are there always people who don't compromise?Why do innocent people always get hurt?She can't stand others suffering because of herself, but why does she always make others suffer for herself?She hates those people, why can't she think about other people's pain and put herself in other people's pain when she hates them?I hate their cruelty and ruthlessness, but forget that I have not experienced it myself, how can I put myself in their shoes?How to make them really put themselves in the shoes of the poor and think about the pity of the poor?
"What are you doing! Stop!"

Huanzhu let out a roar of forgiveness, and then the sword came out of its cold sheath, forcibly suppressing the riot that was about to be launched in front of the city wall.

Zuo Jian's swords faced each other, his indifferent eyes were locked on the slightly panicked faces of those people, and gradually he developed a kind of disgust, and gave Huanzhu a look, and Huanzhu ran to Yujian with confidence, and carefully supported her .

"Young master, how are you? Where is the injury? Does it hurt?"

Yu Jian shook her head, seeing that the little girl's mother was in danger, she hurriedly took the medicine from Huanzhu, and was about to feed it to her, but she refused.

She held her hand tightly, and every word she said seemed to use all her strength. She said, "I saw that you were a girl early in the morning, and I really admire you! Thank you for protecting our mother and daughter like this!" She sighed, both helpless and sad, and even more hopeful: "Miss is kind-hearted, please save this medicine to save my daughter! I can't live up to it, I can't, I can't take care of her anymore! Please, please The girl takes her in, even if she stays by her side to be a rough girl! Don't let her stay alone, please protect her, take good care of her! I will repay the girl's kindness in my next life!"

Her face was pale, but her hands were surprisingly strong, and the hand holding Yu Jian was aching. She might be afraid that she would refuse, or that her daughter would have no way out. It was only when she nodded that she seemed to be relieved and relieved. Laughed.

She slowly turned her head to look at her crying daughter who was hiding in her arms, lovingly stroking her little face: "Lin Zi, be good, don't cry! You must follow the girl well from now on, and you must...be obedient, Be sensible! Mother...will watch you in the sky! You, if you miss your mother, just talk to this jade pendant, and mother will be able to listen, listen...see you!"

In the end, the dead leaves fell and the sun was flying in the sun. After all, she failed to hand the jade pendant to her daughter's hands, so she shed her last tear and left forever with sadness.

Yu Jian sat stunned, watching the tear that stopped at the corner of her eye slowly slide down, listening to the weak cry of the little girl, listening to the noisy noise of the villagers behind her, listening to the whistling of the wind blowing past her ears , Swallowed one by one with tears, raised his voice, cold and colorless.

"Huanzhu, Zuo Jian, take our things, take their mother and daughter, let's go!"

The winter sun shines on the woman's body through the cracks of the golden dead leaves. The blazing light reflects on that delicate face. In the cold wind, those eyes are like an ancient well, quietly hiding all her emotions, deeply engrossing her. I buried myself in it, revealing a bleak hatred.

(End of this chapter)