There is no mother who doesn't love her children.

These words sent chills down Shen Aoshan's spine, and she couldn't help but place her hands on her belly. There, the baby had already begun to move, interacting with her and sensing her voice.

The child's father is always looking forward to him (her) and imagining the future together...

She closed her eyes and tears instantly fell.

Men are short-lived, and if even children are short-lived...

At this moment, Shen Aoshan felt extremely lonely. Her mother had died early, and she thought her father was her enemy, and her biological father...

Most of the time they took advantage of her.

If it’s bitter, it feels very bitter.

Yan Miaoling tried to comfort her, but Liu Shengnan stopped her with a shake of her head. This was a story about a heroine; if God wants to give a person a great responsibility, he must first make them suffer. No one else could interfere.

You can only rely on yourself, constant experience, and a strong character.

It depends on whether power and status are more important to Shen Aoshan, or the life and death of her child.

They were all smart people, and Bai Muchen vaguely understood something. His mother must have paid a lot for him to stay alive and escape this curse.

After a long while, Shen Aoshan cried enough and finally opened her eyes, "Master, please tell me how to keep my child. I am willing to do anything for him (her)."

Liu Shengnan smiled bitterly. "Master doesn't have a better solution. If the destined heroine doesn't follow the script, the plane will collapse and a new heroine will be chosen to perform the story again. The only difference this time is Ling'er. Perhaps Ling'er is the one who can turn the tide."

"Me?" Yan Miaoling always thought that she was a supporting role, so how could she become the one who turned the tide?

Liu Shengnan didn't explain, watching Shen Aoshan continue her previous story. "I accidentally learned this secret from a hermit, so I left the palace early with Chen'er and chose to live in seclusion in the mountains. Later, under the guidance of the hermit, I took you in and helped you become the new heroine... Only then did I break the curse. Speaking of which, it was Master's selfishness that harmed you. You hate Master, right..."

Shen Aoshan's tears fell again and she shook her head violently, "No, Master, I don't hate you. If it weren't for you, I would have starved to death!"

Yan Miaoling was confused by what she heard and communicated with the system, "Could this hermit master be sent by the author?" Seeing that the main system was dissatisfied with the last script, it came to correct it in time.

The system replied weakly, "I'm not sure either. Maybe 80%!"

Yan Miaoling didn't bother to dwell on the details and went straight to the point. "But the heroine of a book can't just be chosen from anyone, right? Is there some other trick involved, like implanting something special?"

Otherwise, wouldn't Liu Shengnan be able to become the heroine no matter who the girl was that she accepted?

This thing is like choosing a saint. There must be some process or token, right?

The girl of destiny, destiny, defy fate and change it...

These words suddenly jumped into my eyes. Does Nanga know something?

Sure enough, Liu Shengnan gave guidance, "The master that Master is talking about is Nanjia's master." After she said this, she felt complicated.

She chose to keep her hair uncut, not only to pray for her son, but also to accumulate merit for him. After all, he had done so much for her...

Oh, Yan Miaoling understood immediately.

Nanjia's master is the prophet Nanjia from the previous script. In the end, he changed the fate of the heroine Liu Shengnan to someone else in order to change the heroine's fate.

Shen Aoshan was so smart that she quickly figured out the key, wiped away her tears, and fell into deep thought.

Nanjia had no special feelings for her, so what right did she have to ask for help? Besides, who would be the next person to take over?

It's selfish no matter how you think about it.

Several people fell silent.

Yan Miaoling knew better than anyone that she was the key. Ten male protagonists had already favored her, so even if they chose a female protagonist, it would be useless. The mission would never be completed.

Unless she is the heroine.

But who doesn’t want to have their own children in the future and for their children to grow up healthy and safe?

The heroine of this book is obviously a character who only has power but also has an emotional tragedy.

She left the teahouse and unknowingly arrived at the Imperial Master's Mansion.

Inside Nanjia's meditation room.

The two sat opposite each other in silence.

She had a hunch that as long as she asked, Nanga would definitely help her.

But no one knows what he is going to go through.

Liu Shengnan doesn't know either.

A great monk is a great monk. He guessed what was on my mind without me even asking, "Are you worried about the heroine's fate?"

Yan Miaoling was so frightened that she quickly waved her hands, "No, no!"

The scene of Nanjia saving people for her and repeatedly vomiting blood immediately emerged in her mind. She was very worried that he would misunderstand and impulsively change his fate. She didn't know whether he would be punished by heaven or his cultivation would be ruined.

She couldn't let him down anymore...

He picked up the teacup with trembling hands to hide his panic.

Nanjia discovered this, and her mind was full of complexities. This was her. A villainous character, yet deep down, she held a kind heart. She could be rude, arrogant, overbearing, and even seductive...

She could strip naked and sneak into his room from time to time to entangle him, just like a beautiful snake seducing someone into committing a crime...

Yet, she could also cry her heart out before being cast into the mortal world, and not hesitate to use her less than ten thousand years of cultivation to protect him, to guard him, to spare him the excruciating torture before his reincarnation...

"Puff!" Nanjia couldn't control himself and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

There was no warning, and Yan Miaoling was so scared that she quickly dodged away.

I just changed my clothes.

Feeling it was impolite, she hurried forward and asked with concern, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Nanjia, with her chest aching so much, lowered her head slightly and wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand. She stared at her...

[Broken, poignant, dying, dying, this look...]

"Puff!" Another mouthful of blood, this time it was caused by anger.

Nanjia closed his eyes weakly and gently shook off the hand that was holding his arm.

See, you can't think too highly of her. Selfish, still coveting him at this hour...

The woman finally realized that she might have accidentally let out her inner thoughts, angering the hermit. She immediately pulled out her handkerchief, knelt beside him, and attentively wiped his mouth. She also poured him some tea, "Master, please drink!"

Nanjia didn't respond for a long time.

Yan Miaoling thought no one would respond, and just as she was about to put down her teacup, she heard...

"Feed me."

“???” She thought she was hallucinating and spilled a lot of tea.

Staring at Nanjia's handsome profile, he was a little uncertain, "National Master, what did you say?"

Nanjia took a deep breath and waved his hand, "Go!"

"National Master——"

"Let's go!" The voice was calm, but very insistent.

Before leaving, Yan Miaoling raised a question that had been on her mind for a long time, "Master, was it because I blasphemed you in my previous life that I broke the Heavenly Law?"

"Poof! Cough cough..." Not only did he vomit blood, he was also coughing out of anger.

"Okay, I'm leaving!" He opened the door and ran away.

Oh my god, I’m not in good shape!

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