Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags

　　 Today is a bit strange.

　　 After sending away the two children of Qiu Qiu and Gulu yesterday, Ningning and Pei Ji made an appointment to go to Wangyue Peak the next day to see the snow. However, at the appointed time, Ningning waited in front of the door for a long time without seeing his shadow.

　　 Lei Jiehao "swayed" that day. She knew that Pei Ji hadn't healed from her old wounds, and she was unavoidably worried for a while and knocked on the door in front of his room.

　　 No one answered. There were only snow falling from Shushu in the courtyard, which was almost weirdly quiet.

　　 Ningning subconsciously noticed something wrong, took out the key from the storage bag, and hurriedly pushed the door in.

　　 There was no one in the main hall and the study room. She looked around and finally came to the bedroom.

　　 Pei Ji’s bedroom is clean and tidy, without any fancy decorations as a cover. Ning Ning can see the entire empty space with a glance.

　　 is wrong, not "empty "dang" or "dang"".

　　 On the wooden bed in the corner, there is a undulating arc hidden in the thick beige bedding.

　　 It looks like someone is lying in the quilt, but that body is too small, not like Pei Ji, but like a child.

　　 Ningning frowned, hurriedly approached the bed, Xu Ye heard her footsteps, and the person in the quilt trembled slightly--

　　 Soon Ning Ning lifted the quilt, his eyes stinged by the sun, and he curled up tighter, a small ball, like a bowed shrimp.

　　 This is actually a thin boy.

　　 And he was...a little boy in Pei Ji's nightgown.

　　 The scattered black hair is as dark as ink, as if it hasn't been trimmed for a long time, laid out in a mess, like a rugged and winding path of flowing water.

　　 Some long hairs are placed on his face, covering most of his face, through the gaps between the hairs, you can see the pale skin without blood.

　　 is like fragile porcelain, which breaks when touched.

　　 I don't know why, although his face is mostly hidden, this child always brings a strange sense of familiarity to Ning Ning. She leaned over and tried to speak softly: "Are you okay?"

　　 The boy lowered his eyes and said nothing.

　　 Pei Ji has a long and slender figure. For children, his clothes are inevitably too generous. The boy's slender neck seemed to be covered with only a thin layer of flesh, and his collarbone was "exposed" beyond the skirt of his clothes, which was too jerky.

　　 Even if he tried to restrain it, he still inevitably shivered slightly.

　　 Ningning caught a glimpse of the old scabs on his body, and the position of each path was very familiar.

　　 A weird thought came to her mind, and she called out in a ghostly voice: "Ji Ji?"

　　 The boy flinched again, burying his head lower.

……No way.

"Do you remember who I am?"

　　 Her heart was beating very fast, she reached out her hand to brush the black hair on his side, and when her fingertips touched the boy's skin, she obviously felt him tremble more severely.

　　 The black hair fell suddenly, and, as expected, Ningning saw a familiar face.

　　 When I was a child, Pei Ji was so thin, there was not a trace of excess meat on his face, and he was almost hungry to get out of shape.

　　 His facial features have not yet grown, but he has a sharp and stern outline in the future, with sharp eyebrows, a tall nose, and a timid expression. He closed his eyes tightly, and his thin lips stretched into a straight line.

　　 So what is the situation now? If this is Pei Ji when he was a child, but the wound on his body is obviously scarred-

　　 Ning Ning suddenly startled.

　　 Could it be that Pei Ji, like the head, suddenly became a child because of the damage to the sea of ​​consciousness and poor spiritual power?

　　 But what is the memory loss? Judging from his appearance, he obviously no longer remembers who Ning Ning's surname is.

　　 "...Don't be afraid."

　　 Ningning saw that he was afraid to touch, and wittily withdrew his right hand: "I won't hurt you. You are called ‘Jie Ji’, right?"

　　 The boy lying on his side on the bed moved his eyelashes.

　　 He still hasn't figured out the current situation. For him, everything that happened today is like a dream.

　　 My mother routinely scolded and whipped him last night. The whole body was painful and cold. Pei Ji lay in the cellar in a daze, shivering by the freezing cold winter.

　　 He fell asleep "fazed" and "stuck", but he did not expect that when he opened his eyes the next day, it was not the dark cellar that filled his sight, but a bunch of long-lost glimmers belonging to the early winter morning.

　　 Pei Ji hasn't seen the sun for too long.

　　 In that dark cellar, he used to be madly eager to see it, but now he is really exposed to the sun, the boy actually gave birth to a bit of panic and panic "chaos"——

　　 is like a mouse in the gutter, only fit to sneak around in the night. Once you see the light, you will understand how miserable you are.

　　 He was used to the darkness, his eyes closed by the sun, he could only smell a scent of fragrance that came close.

　　 That voice didn't come from my mother, my mother would never speak to him softly and tenderly like this.

　　——She finally bored him, did she throw him to others?

　　 Chengying's voice no longer exists, and his eyes are pitch black. All that surrounds him are "lost", panic, despair, and endless fear. They are caught off guard, and the fragrance moves closer to him.

　　 Something hot fell on Pei Ji's forehead.

　　 "Pei Ji."

　　 The man’s voice was very soft and unbelievably soft. Since his eardrums slowly slipped off, it landed directly on his heart: "Don’t be afraid, you open your eyes."

　　 The boy grabbed the bed sheet with his fingertips.

　　 In the cellar in the past, his mother would occasionally order him to beg for mercy or apologize. Pei Ji rarely responded. Most of the time, she gritted her teeth and survived.

　　 But the voice at this time was like "confusion", with an indescribable sense of familiarity, which made him want to get close.

　　 Pei Ji slowly opened his eyes.

　　 The dazzling sunlight before dissipated, and replaced by the soft shimmer that enveloped the entire bedroom.

　　 I don't know when the window was closed tightly. The man leaned his thumb on his forehead and tilted his palm downwards, casting a thick shadow in front of his eyes, blocking the unbridled light.

　　 "My name is Ningning."

　　 Ningning smiled at him, because he was carrying a light, his dark apricot eyes were like a puddle of water in the night, and the light "swayed" shallowly, and was too gentle: "Your mother is not here, I won't hurt you."

　　 After she said, she considered some words, and asked him in a low voice: "Can I touch you?"

　　 Pei Ji pursed her lips, but still did not answer.

　　 The stranger in front of the bed hesitated for a moment, sighed silently, and suddenly bent his body lower, murmured at a low volume, "Come here."

　　 Seeing her stretched out his hand, he instinctively wanted to cover his head and avoid him, but unexpectedly, neither the curse nor the slap fell off.

　　 One hand embraced the back of his head, the other lightly put his arm on his arm, and pushed up slightly, and the boy's whole body fell into Ning Ning's arms.

　　 Pei Ji was nervous and overwhelmed, and her heartbeat began to accelerate like never before.

　　 He is still trembling, his small body is thin and weak, Ning Ning is holding him like a thin skeleton.

　　 Pei Ji when he was a child turned out to be like this, growing up unloved, ignorant of everything, like a quiet little beast that has not yet grown its fangs.

　　 Ningning felt bored and uncomfortable, covering his raised butterfly bone with his left hand, and "touching" and "touching" Pei Ji's head with his right hand.

　　 The touch of being "touched" is very strange, Pei Ji can't tell whether it is comfortable or itchy. This is the first time anyone has made such an action to him.

　　 The warm embrace with a hint of fragrance gradually smoothed the tremor. Pei Ji didn't dare to move, and heard her voice: "How old are you this year?"

　　 He bit his lower lip.

　　 The boy’s voice was immature and clear, carrying a dumb that did not match his age, and it resounded in his ears timidly, almost inaudible: "Twelve years old...or thirteen."

　　*

　　 "Hey, was Pei Ji so soft and cute when he was a child?"

　　 He Zhizhou looked at Xiaodouding sitting on the stool, and raised his lips with interest: "Come on, Pei Ji, call brother."

　　 Pei Ji lowered his head and didn't look at him.

　　 "Don't bully him."

　　 Ningning guards in front of Pei Ji: "Be careful that he restores his memory and draw his sword at you."

　　 After discovering that Pei Ji had become smaller, she quickly approached her master for help. Tian Xianzi has a lot of experience in this, and after some investigation, he can only say that there is no major problem, and he can recover after a period of training.

　　 Then because Pei Ji was too skinny, Tian Xianzi insisted on bringing the two to the dining room, and happened to meet He Zhizhou and Zheng Weiqi.

　　 Junior Brother Pei looks like a murderous **** on weekdays, but now she is clever and shy. Zheng Weiqi sees maternal love overflowing, and her aunt's smile is all over her face: "Xiao Ji Ji, ignore that uncle, come and play with my beautiful sister."

　　 He Zhizhou: "Don't think that I didn't find that you deliberately said something wrong with your generation. Hey!"

　　 "Pei Ji Zhihai has not healed yet. He must have practiced the sword secretly, causing spiritual disturbances and turbulence in the meridians throughout his body. The body becomes the appearance of childhood, and the memory goes back to that time."

　　 Tian Xianzi "touched" his chin and looked at him: "This is not a big deal, as long as he is well cultivated, and when his spiritual power is back on track, he will be able to return to business as usual-come, Pei Ji, be a master!"

　　 The more he talked, the happier he was. He squatted in front of Pei Ji and made a grimace: "Tell me, the number one in the world, the teacher - respect --"

　　 Ningning stood beside Pei Ji and didn't hear him chanting "No. 1 in the world" with Tian Xianzi, but the sleeves seemed to be suddenly grabbed by someone. The force was so light that it was almost impossible to detect.

　　 She lowered her head and saw Pei Ji's dark eyes.

　　 He is not used to such a noisy environment, being stared at by so many strangers makes him even more awkward.

　　 The children’s eyes are clear, without gloomy murderous intent, like unpicked black grapes soaked in morning dew. He seemed to be a little scared, pinched her cuffs with his thumb and index finger, his face turned red when he met Ningning, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

　　 Super cute crit.

　　 Ningning's heart burst into a pool of water.

　　 "Damn it, even if he becomes a child, this stinky boy will only stick to Ningning."

　　 He Zhizhou ate lemons wildly, his face distorted with sourness: "Aren't we elder sisters, uncles and grandpas good?"

　　 Grandpa Tian Xianzi kept hammering his head.

　　 "It's the fledgling plot, he is not familiar with the place where he is born, and he will be very dependent on the first person he meets."

　　 Ningning knelt down and looked up at him: "Are you hungry? The porridge will be ready soon."

　　 As soon as she finished her voice, she heard Zheng Weiqi yell: "Quickly, quickly, the porridge is ready!"

　　 Pei Ji doesn't like greasy food. According to his current physical condition, he can't bear the too spicy taste. A group of people thought about it, and finally ordered him a bowl of sweet rice porridge.

　　 "The good boy is careful to burn it, come here, Master will blow it for you."

　　 Tian Xianzi rarely takes care of children, and she is very unskilled in feeding the porridge with a spoon. When the porcelain spoon touches the boy's pale lips, Pei Ji's long eyelashes trembles lightly, and her whole body feels hesitantly stiff.

　　 Suddenly the right hand was gently held by someone. In a reassuring temperature, Ning Ning whispered to him: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

　　 So Pei Ji opened her mouth and swallowed the sweet rice porridge.

　　 Tian Xianzi was so happy that he had obtained this peerless sword book. The corners of his mouth were about to reach the sky, and he smiled wildly with the sound transmission: "Look, he ate him and ate it! I'll feed it!"

　　 Sweet porridge is a bit hot, but it is not uncomfortable, but spreads the heat just right. The sweet white sugar overflowed with warm fragrance, making him once again "showing" a blank stare.

　　 So warm.

　　The warm stream of warm water descends from the tip of the tongue, passes through the mouth, esophagus, and intestines in turn, overflowing to the outside, filling every cold and dry corner of the body.

　　 Pain, suffering, hardship and loneliness, all because of this warm current, were completely washed away.

　　 Ningning put his little hand on the palm of his hand, and asked softly: "How does it taste? Do you like it?"

　　 He must be dreaming.

　　 Pei Ji nodded faintly, picked up the tip of his tongue quietly, and "licked" the remaining sweet fragrance in his mouth.

　　 How can he dare to expect fragrant and warm food like this? In winter, as long as he can eat a steamed bun to fill his stomach, it is enough for Pei Ji.

　　 Not to mention... Several people were surrounded here, all of them grinned, and they were incredibly close to him.

　　 He is clearly a disgusting, non-human, non-devil monster, how can anyone be willing to smile at him and treat him so well?

　　 Tian Xianzi feeds spoon by spoonful, Pei Ji eats bite by bite. Zheng Weiqi probably knew Pei Ji’s childhood experience, and whispered quietly: "His mother is really...Senior Brother Pei is so thin. I wanted to'touch' him before, but he actually retreated subconsciously to hide. This has to be how many times he has been abused. ?"

　　 He Zhizhou sighed: "After his mother passed away, Pei Ji also had a hard time."

　　 Both of them were born in a family of comprehension, which is tantamount to holding a golden key and growing up smoothly and smoothly. They have never suffered.

　　 Ningning listened without saying a word, his right hand pressed harder and clenched Pei Ji's palm.

　　 is full of bones, covered with scars and cocoons. Novels and film and television dramas always say that children "feel" "soft and soft", but he doesn't have such a shadow.

　　 Pei Ji doesn't like crowded places, and she is too restrained to speak in front of everyone. Tian Xianzi and the others are very interesting. After feeding the porridge, they said goodbye to the children.

Zheng Weiqi loves the child the most. Before leaving, she gave a thousand warnings and looked at the pale face of Junior Brother Pei from time to time: "Ningning, you must take care of him. It's cold, remember to add clothes and quilts to him, and call him more. Drink hot water."

　　 Ningning smiled and said "Okay."

　　 After they left, only her and Pei Ji were left in the dining hall.

　　 The boy looked embarrassed, quietly raised his eyes to look at her, when Ningning turned to face him, and hurriedly lowered his head.

　　 He heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and his heart hung in the air with the sound.

　　 Ningning said: "It's time to go. Do you have any places you want to go? Um~www.ltnovel.com~ Drink tea and sleep or something."

　　 Pei Ji doesn't know.

　　 As usual, he spent almost every day in the cellar, either drowsy from the pain, or in a daze or talking to Chengying.

　　 "You can do anything..."

　　 He replied awkwardly, annoyed by his hoarse voice, while pondering the sentence, he tried to jump off the stool: "I—"

The word 　　 got stuck in his throat embarrassedly.

　　 Before Pei Ji left the wooden stool, her waist and back were suddenly held down. The soft touch blanked his brain, and then reacted, and he was hugged by Ning Ning.

　　 He was stiff all over and did not dare to move.

　　 This is a close hug.

When 　　 was younger, Pei Ji had longed for this action. The neighbors’ children can always be easily obtained, and whenever they are held in the arms of their parents, they will smile sincerely.

　　 Ke Niang never bothered to give it to him.

　　 Even the simplest touch with him would make her feel sick.

　　 "Let me think about it, this action should be..."

　　 Ningning's breath fell on his side neck, accompanied by her smiling voice: "You have to wrap my neck with your hands, or you will fall off."

　　 So Pei Ji raised his hand timidly.

　　Skinny little hand swept across the clothes and came to the girl's white and slender neck. When his fingers touched the skin, he was so nervous that he held his breath.

　　 It turned out to be being picked up tenderly, this is how it feels.

　　 The hard thorns on his body dissipated, and he didn't want to think about anything, let alone make any resistance, and was willing to drown in it.

　　 Pei Ji took a breath quietly.

　　 It smells so good.

　　 "Where should I go?"

　　 Ningning thought for a while, and finally smiled and asked him: "Ji Ji, do you want to see the mountains and snow?"

　　*

　　 Ningning brought Pei Ji to Mochizuki Peak.

　　 They agreed to watch the snow here. Although it was a small version of Pei Ji who was with him today, they both went to the appointment.

　　 Wangyue Peak is towering and the temperature is extremely low. After arriving at the destination, Ningning put Pei Ji down from his arms, and his right hand tightly held the palm of his left hand, continuously transmitting warm spiritual power.

"follow me."

　　 She is very familiar with this place, passing through a bamboo forest with overlapping branches and leaves, and taking Pei Ji step by step, to the highest and steepest mountain.

　　 The bitter winter breeze hurriedly hit with a whimper, and in the snow, the boy opened his eyes wide in surprise.

　　He has lived in the dark underground for a long time, and the only place he has seen other than that is the mountain village where he has lived for many years.

　　 And the scene in front of him is majestic and vast, with mountains and valleys endless, like a deafening twilight bell, knocking his small world to pieces.

　　 Looking along the top of the mountain, the rugged hills looked like a dragon, and outlined a magnificent momentum that swallowed the sky and obscured the sun. The giant tail swung straight into the sky.

　　 There are vast smoke waves between the mountains, the flowing water hits the stream, and the white mist envelops the snow, like a "tide" like the sea, surging indefinitely. Looking into the distance, like layers of snow waves being raised by the violent wind, the space between the sky and the earth is white, endless, without end.

　　 In such a scene, everyone looks extremely small.

　　 Ningning sat on a rock with Pei Ji and turned to look at him: "Have you ever been to the top of a mountain?"

　　 He shook his head.

　　 "That's it."

　　 She paused, her tone was very weak: "Do you like it?"

　　 Pei Ji looked at her blankly.

　　 The wind on the top of the mountain lifted up the skirt and long hair, and Ningning stared at him with a smile, as if it would dissipate with the wind at any time.

　　 The unreal, dream-like feeling came again.

　　His breath is "chaotic", and he replied with a low voice "Um".

"nice! You love it."

　　 She smiled deeper, and suddenly said to him: "Pei Ji, do you see the bunch of flowers on the opposite mountain?"

　　 Pei Ji didn't understand the meaning of this question, and followed Ning Ning's gaze, looking into the distance.

　　 Under the heavy snowfall of the goose feathers, everything is caged with a moonlight white, only a cluster of small flowers on the top of the opposite mountain is different, showing a light pink color.

　　 He was looking carefully, and suddenly saw a ray of white light flash across, coming from the horizon, cutting off one of the small petals.

　　 is even more bizarre, but in an instant, white light appeared in front of him with the petals.

　　 "Catch it."

　　 Ning Ning is talking.

　　 He stretched out his hand in accordance with the words, the sword aura was cold and sharp not long ago, but when it approached him, it was as gentle as the wind in spring.

　　 The petals swirled and fell, and when they fell into the palm of the hand, they also brought some fresh snow from the distant mountains.

　　 "A little gift for you."

　　 Ningning chuckled at his horrified look, "I'm good, right?"

　　 is really amazing.

　　 Pei Ji thought, clearly separated by a long distance, she barely made any movements, everything in the distant mountains and rivers seemed to be controlled by her.

　　 He was about to answer, but he heard Ning Ning say: "You will become so great in the future."

　　 The boy was taken aback and looked into her eyes blankly.

　　 He wanted to say no.

　　 From his birth to the present, he has been growing up in a small village isolated from the rest of the world. He doesn't understand anything, and his body is full of illnesses and scars.

　　 He is useless, and the only thing he has is his inferior blood that even hates himself.

Ningning smiled, her eyes soft and serious, raised her hand to brush the snow that fell on his head, and slowly said to him: "The mysterious mountains and rivers look unattainable, but in the future, you can far surpass you. Above these mountains and rivers, there will not be any distance or obstacles blocked—just like now."

　　 Pei Ji was stunned in place.

　　 The mountains were filled with anger and wind, but he could only hear his breathing heavier and heavier.

　　 "Your blood is not despicable. When you grow up, you will become a very good person."

　　 She said with a smile, and "touched" his head indiscriminately: "No, Pei Ji is already a very good kid now-everyone likes you very much."

　　 like it.

　　 This unfamiliar word fell heavily on his heart, and Pei Ji was at a loss. When he spoke out, he didn't think about it: "What about you? Do you like me too?"

　　 The words hurriedly fell, and the boy knew he had failed. His bloodless cheeks suddenly rose red, biting his lip and lowering his head.

　　 was "touched" on the top of his head again, and a clear and clean girl voice soon sounded in his ears: "I am the one who likes you the most."

　　 The sound of the wind is harsh, but it is also completely silent.

　　 The small, thin boy clenched the petals in his hand, and made an imperceptible arc from the corner of his mouth.

　　 The heart that has been numb for a long time is beating at this moment.

　　 In the cold winter, Ningning gave him a handful of fresh snow from a distant mountain, a soft petal, or a stretch of mountains and rivers, a small and reassuring world.

　　 and an unknown, hazy, but hopeful future.