Rebirth: The Adopted Daughter

"Ah..." Ye Qingxia held Han Sicheng's arm tightly. This time, she wouldn't let go anyway. The space in front of me was extremely distorted, and a huge compass was spinning in front of me, as if counting something. After a while, when ye Qingxia woke up, he felt the cold of bone cutting. She felt the thick snow under her body; When I opened my eyes, I saw an ice and snow, and even the river not far away was covered with thick ice. The blood red sky was full of war. There were warships flying and strange animals flying in the sky. Something falls from time to time. This is definitely not her world. What about Han Sicheng? She sat up and saw a blood man lying nearby. He was strong and wearing silver armor of unknown material. The armor was broken. It seemed that he had just participated in the battle in the sky and was shot down. It was very cold. Although there were many wounds on his body, all the wounds were frozen and no longer bled. He was there motionless. Ye Qingxia ran to him, thinking of Bai Ziman's words in his mind, and suddenly had a bad hunch. She knelt before the man. His face was similar to Han Sicheng. There was a faint shadow of Han Sicheng between his closed eyebrows. She took off his chest armor, tore open his chest clothes, and saw a blood red mark on his chest. He should be Hans City, but as Bai Ziman said, he died as soon as he entered the world. no Agreed to live and die together! Just as ye Qingxia was immersed in extreme grief, she heard a familiar and weak woman pleading“ Please! Please! " Looking up, it turned out to be her assistant. It turned out that she was the first to fall into the world. In the sunlight, her body became more and more transparent, fragile as soap bubbles, and seemed to dissipate at the next moment. Ye Qingxia stared at her, and then watched her disappear before her eyes bit by bit. Ye Qingxia woke up. If she stayed like this, she would die like her assistant. She looked down at her hands and found that they had also become transparent. Look at Han Sicheng. Although he is dead, he still has a sense of existence than her. Therefore, when she comes to this world, she must find someone in this world. Han Sicheng is dead, or will he die like this? She looked up at the magical world and thought there might be a way to revive him. There was a knock from the frozen river. A girl in thin linen clothes was smashing the ice with a laundry stick in her hand. Looking at her dress, ye Qingxia wondered whether she had crossed into the ancient world. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, she was sallow and bony. If she hadn't dressed up as a girl with her braids, ye Qingxia couldn't tell whether she was a man or a woman. Her face was covered with wounds, frostbite from the cold weather, and broken bruises. There is a basin of clothes at her feet. On such a cold day, who is willing to let his children out and wash clothes in such cold water. At this time, a fat woman came, wearing a thick saffron cotton padded jacket. Before she entered, she began to scold loudly: "let you wash your clothes, and you knock on the ice here?" Facing the cold wind, the girl straightened her spine and stared at her angrily. As if to say with your eyes, are you stupid? How to wash clothes without knocking the ice. The fat woman just wanted to scold the girl. She was very angry when she saw her eyes. She came forward, grabbed the laundry stick from the little girl's red and swollen hand, and then hit the girl shamelessly“ I told you to play! Up to now, I haven't washed any clothes and the meal hasn't been cooked! " This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.