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Chapter 3 There are always troublemakers who want to harm me (1)

live.

That might have been a luxury for the dead six-year-old.

But now it has become a task that Hua Qianxi must complete.

Hua Qianxi was sick all over, and rubbed her belly weakly with her small hands: "Uncle, I'm so hungry."

The little girl was locked in a prison alone.

When it is estimated that he died, no one knows.

"Be patient, uncle will watch over you."

The embroidery needle jumped out of Hua Qianxi's hand, jumped out of the prison again, and explored the terrain.

Hua Qianxi leaned against the cold wall and panted heavily, her forehead was scorching hot, but her body was filled with a lingering coldness...

……

Near noon, the jailer guarded the cell with a rice bucket.

The embroidery needle jumped into the crevices of the bluestone slabs to hide, her eyes lit up when she caught a glimpse of the dry and hard steamed buns rolling on the ground.

The jailer was still distributing the food, and seemed not to pay attention to the abandoned steamed bun.

The embroidery needle shook her body, jumped to the side of the steamed bun, and tried her best to push the steamed bun that was as tall as herself.

How heavy is a stinky steamed bun?
When did he Cupid suffer this kind of grievance.

"Tsk,"

The impatient click of the tongue startled the embroidery needle, and continued to lie in the gap and pretend to be dead.

When the jailer saw the steamed buns accidentally thrown on the ground, he bent down to pick them up in disgust and threw them away.

Following the movement of the jailer, the eyes of the embroidery needle were firmly locked on the steamed bun. Fortunately, the direction the jailer threw was very close to the prison of the eldest niece.

God help him too.

Taking advantage of the jailer's turn, the embroidery needle happily jumped up and pushed the steamed bun again.

The jailer's food bucket was empty, and he habitually did not leave food for the little girl in the remote prison.

"Is that little girl Pianzi alive? She can't die, or the entire Lingshan will be punished by heaven..."

"She's still alive, she's like a weed, it's okay to be hungry once or twice."

……

Anyway, except for Hua Qianxi, no one could hear his voice. The embroidery needle finally saw the door of the niece's cell, and shouted excitedly: "Big niece, dinner is ready!"

Hua Qianxi fell into a coma several times, as if she had fallen into a swamp, she struggled to open her eyes.

It was still dark.

It's just that there are more embroidery needles and his steamed buns.

"Just eat this?" Hua Qianxi's sarcasm was a little weak.

Embroidery Needle rolled her eyes angrily, "I like to eat or not."

The steamed buns were hard and cold, as if soaked in rainwater, with a sour smell.

Hua Qianxi patted the dust that rolled all the way on it, broke it in two, and hid the other half in her underwear.

wolf.

Half a steamed bun doesn't seem to be filling.

However, Hua Qianxi still licked the corners of her chapped lips contentedly.

"Uncle, what should I do next?"

"Patiently wait for the moment."

Embroidery Needle lay on his back on the icy ground to rest for a short while, a small steamed bun just now had consumed too much of his spiritual energy.

Yuelao seems to still hold grudges about things in his previous life.

The moment his spiritual power lost control, he suddenly realized that there must be something wrong with the peaches he ate when he went down to earth to find his eldest niece.

But what made Embroidery Needle think hard even more was that he overheard the jailer's conversation.

Can't let her die, why keep her locked up?
And... they seem to be on a mountain now?
Hua Qianxi lay among the weeds, unconsciously rubbing the itching behind her.

Standing up with his weak body, he hesitated for a while when he walked to the gap where the sewage was dripping, and stuck out his tongue.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

The embroidery needle jumped directly onto Hua Qianxi's feet, trying to wake her up.

The silly girl is afraid that her brain, which is not working well, was burned out by the high fever.

Hua Qianxi aggrievedly lowered her head to the stunned embroidery needle: "Uncle, I'm so thirsty."

(End of this chapter)