Fast-Crossing Time Travel

Chapter 111
Song Jiajia and Tang Xuemei slept for three days straight without eating or drinking. After sleeping for three days, Moujia and Xiaomeizi finally woke up three days later. After waking up, they were full After drinking enough to reward her stomach, Mou Jia woke up and walked out.

After waking up, a certain Jia remembered that after completing his mission, the points he had obtained hadn’t been added yet. He opened his property panel and saw a series of system prompts...

"The client is 250% satisfied, with 250 energy points, 20 attribute points, no additional attribute points, 20 mall currency points, 250 zombie crystal cores sold, [-] mall currency, and a total of [-] mall currency ..."

"If no attribute points have been allocated for more than 36 hours, the system will automatically allocate them according to the optimal allocation..."

"Host Ability: E-
Possessed skills and items: charming smile, majestic aura of the emperor, melting like a spring breeze, a copy of Chilian God's Palm, a copy of Maoshan Handbook, the light of the queen, thunder energy, water energy.

Possess talents: elementary pole dancing, elementary judo, intermediate piano, elementary Chinese painting

Body Index:

Constitution: 13 points (full value 100)

Appearance: 23 points (full value 100)

Body: 12 points (full value 100)

Skin: 10 points (full value 100)

Mental power: 22 points (full value 100)

Wisdom: 50 points (full value 100)

EQ: 80 points (full value 100)

Charm: 10 points (full value 100)

Affinity: 20 points (full value 100)

Talent skill level: singing level B (full level SS), acting level A (full level SS), dancing level D (full level SS), musical instrument level F (full level SS)

Please host to increase the ability level as soon as possible..."

Song Jiajia looked at this series of system upgrades without much emotion on her face, while Tang Xuemei resumed her old business after waking up, tinkering with her three-acre land, and the little demon she got this time They have also come to the space, and seeing this space full of aura, the little demons are all playing happily, but Huahua didn't play like them, but quietly followed Song Jiajia...

Song Jiajia glanced at Tang Xuemei in the distance. She didn't dare to take Tang Xuemei there this time. The last time she traveled, she almost couldn't complete the task on time. Seeing that Tang Xuemei's energy became weaker and weaker in the next few years, Song Jiajia was worried every day like that. No end, so there is no perfect task that can be completed in a short time, and Song Jiajia no longer dares to take risks...

And just when Song Jiajia was planning to find the resentful soul that Tang Xuemei had lost, Eggy stopped her and told her that she couldn't find Tang Xuemei's resentful soul right now because her current mental power was not strong enough. , and the world where resentful souls are reborn at this moment is a high-level world, going there with Song Jiajia's current strength is nothing more than burying herself in it, and the situation will become more serious when the situation cannot be controlled...

Song Jiajia fell silent, and walked silently to the high platform where the task was accepted. The high platform was still the same, still a big chair, with a big blood-red button emitting a faint light on it. She walked over to have a look. The button was pressed silently for a moment...

There were still bursts of whirlwinds emitting white smoke, and it was still the whirlwind gate of time and space exuding a mysterious atmosphere, but at this moment, she was just sitting in a chair very calmly, brewing a pot of her favorite tea, Smelling the fragrance of tea leaves, I feel extraordinarily calm...

A very shriveled and thin little girl walked in from outside the cyclone door. Her hair was only sparsely draped over her shoulders, and her head was lowered deeply. She looked very withdrawn and very silent. , she walks very slowly. When she walks, her eyes like to stare at her own feet, looking at the small gravel on the ground...

"Sit..." Song Jiajia's voice was soft, and her eyes were soft. Although she didn't talk much, it made people feel very trusting...

The little girl just looked at her silently. The chair opposite her was very comfortable. Sitting on it could make people relax wholeheartedly. The soft back of the chair can make people lower their inner vigilance. Facts have proved that , this is indeed effective, because the expression on the little girl's face finally slowed down a bit...

"I want to help you..."

The two looked at each other for a long time, and even drank a lot of tea. Song Jiajia wanted to say something, but she never spoke, but there seemed to be an inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

The little girl just raised her head in surprise, and looked at her with a gleam of brilliance in her gray eyes, but quickly lowered her head, silently pursed her lips, and did not speak...

"You are very similar to me before, I want to help you..." Song Jiajia's tone softened, and a pair of eyes looking at the little girl also had a hint of mist lingering in her eyes faintly, a pair of eyes The beautiful glass-like eyes are foggy, with traces of brilliance that makes people explore...

"I like painting very much. When I paint, I can always express my inner feelings freely, and freely express the depressed feelings in my heart..."

When the little girl talked about Huahua, her eyes became brighter, and the corners of her mouth hooked up happily, but the smile froze on her face only for a moment. She moved the corners of her mouth and opened her mouth, thinking What to say, but in the end I couldn't say anything, I just sighed...

"I haven't tried painting, but I used to like to dance as a means of venting. Sometimes I feel bored and I don't know who to tell, so I go to dance. When I dance profusely, I can calm down Come down and express all the things that are suppressed in your heart, right?..." Song Jiajia was trying to communicate with the little girl with a smile on her face, but when she looked at the little girl, she felt a little pity in her heart , She is so similar to her former self.

The little girl's expression changed slightly, but she remained silent. She quietly lowered her head, and after a while of silence, she spoke again.

"When I was eight years old, my mother passed away, and when I was ten years old, my grandmother also passed away. I lived with my father. My father remarried when I was 12 years old. The married stepmother brought a daughter who was two years older than me. She Better than me, better than me in everything, in school, everyone only knows that I am her sister, and some people don't even know my name..."

The little girl lowered her eyes and spoke in a calm voice, as if she was not telling her story, just like an outsider with an extraordinary life, her eyes were calm and no joy could be seen...

"She can dance and play the piano. She is the first in the grade with excellent grades. They all like her very much. She told me that sooner or later she will take my place in this family, and she will leave me with nothing..." the little girl said here , her voice began to have some waves and ups and downs, she smiled wryly, and continued to speak, there was no superfluous expression on her face, her eyes were not like the eyes of young people at all, just like a person who has experienced many things. Things are like old people, without the slightest emotion and ups and downs...

"I wanted to participate in a painting competition. When I asked my father for the registration fee, she told her family that I only participated in that meaningless competition because I didn't want to study. My father finally banned me from learning to paint and confiscated it. My paintbrush, she told all the teachers that I had a puppy love with a gangster outside, and the teachers believed her, and called my dad, who beat me up without asking any questions, and locked me up at home for a year... "There was unwilling anger in her eyes, the hatred in her eyes finally began to show, her fingers clenched into fists, she clenched it for a long time, and finally just struggled to let it go...

"Later, I didn't get into college, and she became more and more shining. I was secretly painting under the ground, but she found out, and she even told my father that I was helping people make fake paintings, making black-hearted money, saying that I It was because secretly painting that delayed her studies that she was not admitted to university..." The little girl said this, her eyes were filled with blazing flames, and the hatred in her eyes almost buried her, forming a pattern with her previous calmness. In sharp contrast, even Song Jiajia could feel the kind of hatred that couldn't radiate from her chest...

The little girl broke down a bit, holding up her right hand, her white fingers were covered with scars, the knuckles of her fingers seemed to be broken, with deep and shallow scars, shocking...

"He actually broke my finger, and I can never draw anymore!! She still laughed at me behind my back and stepped on all my paintings on the ground. I hate her, and I hate them even more. I want They have to die, I just want to paint and pursue my dreams, am I wrong!!!”

The little girl's eyes were red, and the bloodshot eyes made Song Jiajia's nose tingle. She couldn't help reaching out to hold the little girl's hand, and looked at her in silence...

The little girl was a little dazed, she pursed her lips, and sat down quietly again, but the bloodshot eyes and the unstoppable trembling of her hands betrayed all her thoughts...

"Later, she married the boss of a pharmaceutical company, but she introduced me to a rotten person who was philandering and rotten, but she told my father that he was honest and honest, and my father believed her in everything, so he forced me to marry her When I went out, that person had everything to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, was drunk and beat people, and the old mother at home was a powerful one, so I jumped off the building in the end..."

The little girl's eyes became Gujing Wubo again, as if she had nothing to love, but there was a strong resentment lingering around her body, she pursed her lips, and just dropped a sentence,
"I want her to have exactly the same fate as mine in my previous life. I want her to marry that rotten person, and she will never be able to touch her favorite piano..." the little girl in front of me said with gritted teeth, and after finishing speaking, she lowered her head and walked away. When I sat by the river, I never spoke again...

(End of this chapter)