Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

The memory in my mind is roughly clear, and Feng Jiuxi's eyes are more sharp.

Inheriting the memory of the original owner, she knows that although the original owner has a bad temper, he is not a bad person in his bones, but he has no brain and can't stand the provocation of the people around him.

From life to death, living is absurd.

Feng Jiuxi secretly swore in her heart that since she came through now and revived her soul with a corpse, she must live a wonderful identity of Feng Jiuxi. None of the people who bullied her will let go.

Thinking of this, she secretly checked her condition, and the next second she smiled bitterly.

It's terrible... Even if the body has no psychic reaction, it still has a chronic and highly toxic poison. There are countless large and small scars on his body. It's terrible

Taking back her mind, Feng Jiuxi glanced at the dirty steamed stuffed bun lying on the ground, and a trace of softness crossed her eyes. The next second, without any hesitation, she shot quickly, and in a twinkling she fought with Zhang Si.

Even if she doesn't have the slightest spiritual power at the moment, it's enough to deal with a few small minions in front of her who are only red steps!

Feng Jiuxi was best at close combat in her previous life, but the foundation of her body was really poor. Otherwise, with her previous life skills, she could win with only three moves.

She used to use skillful force, and finally kicked Zhang Si of the high section of the red terrace off the cliff in the same way.

With a scream, the surroundings finally quieted down.

Feng Jiuxi clapped his hands. As soon as he turned around, he faced a pair of clean and clear pupils. A soft place in his heart seemed to be hit

"Come here," she whispered.

The steamed stuffed bun moved his lips, didn't speak, and didn't mean to approach Feng Jiuxi. His small eyes explored. With a sigh, Feng Jiuxi walked over, squatted on the ground and looked at the steamed stuffed bun equally.

"You're not badly hurt. Why didn't you cry and call for help?"

The steamed stuffed bun seems to be seriously injured, but in fact it is all skin trauma. He breathes smoothly and his current physical state is OK.

Only three-year-old children, in the face of life and death, although they have fear, they are not like the kind of gaffe or even crying of ordinary dolls.

The steamed stuffed bun shook his head. His voice was soft and waxy, with a trace of grievance. "Will they let us go if I cry? I'm afraid it will annoy them..."

The name of the steamed stuffed bun is Feng Ziyan, which was sent by the owner of the Feng family on the day he was born.

Feng Jiuxi was surprised at his performance.

The Fengzi words in the original owner's mind are few words. He only looks at himself blankly on weekdays. He didn't expect to be so sensible and smart.

"You're not my mother!" the little steamed stuffed bun hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth: there was cowardice in his eyes.

Feng Jiuxi rubbed the hair of the steamed stuffed bun, smiled and picked it up. "Why do you say that?"

The steamed stuffed bun stared into her eyes and said seriously, "my mother... Never smiled at me so well."

Hearing the speech, Feng Jiuxi's heart was stifled. In his mind, he remembered the bad behavior of the original owner who had to beat and scold him, smiled bitterly, and then said in a straight face: "my mother did not do well in the past. You are my own son. From now on, my mother will never let others bully you, will you?"

"OK..." the steamed stuffed bun's clear pupil overflowed with moisture. He felt the existence of maternal love for the first time and had attachment in his heart.

Feng Jiuxi didn't know whether the steamed stuffed bun really noticed anything. This three-year-old child was too mature and sharp, but since he came through and occupied the original owner's body, he was his own son.

She will live in place of the original owner and live a wonderful life!

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I'll take you home first." Feng Jiuxi made a quick decision.

At the same time, Feng Jiuxi found that her body was obviously weaker after she had just used up her strength. She was familiar with medical theory, so she easily found that the body had signs of poisoning.

At this moment, the memory of her previous life is gradually integrated into the memory of the original owner. It is a mess. It seems that... She still needs a safe and quiet place to sort out everything in this new world.