In her past life, Ji Xiaoxiao was a part-time assassin and a full-time shut-in. One day, with god-like skill, she was run over by a car and inexplicably transmigrated. After transmigrating, everyth...
In the blink of an eye, another month has passed.
Not wanting to sit around and wait for her savings to run out, Ji Xiaoxiao took up the fastest way to make money. With the extraordinary skills she gained from practicing the "White Lotus Holy Technique" for two months, Ji Xiaoxiao easily "borrowed" other people's gold and silver treasures.
With money again, they embarked on another round of extravagant buying.
The era of cataclysmic upheaval and cataclysmic destruction is just a month away. Ji Xiaoxiao wanders aimlessly through the dazzling streets, observing the myriad lives of people—their laughter, anger, and scorn—without joy or sorrow. Just imagining their cries of despair a month from now makes her break free of her deadpan composure. Human happiness is relative!
As she walked, Ji Xiaoxiao found herself in a dark, narrow alley.
Could it be that after being a great demon for thousands of years, I've come to love darkness?
Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't figure it out, so she shrugged and continued walking deeper into the alley.
"Let me go, Xiaobao, don't cry, Mommy's here."
"Mommy, Mommy, I want my mommy."
"Kid, if you cry again, believe me, I'll tear you apart!"
"Mommy, Mommy..."
The child didn't hold back and slapped the man across the face.
Enraged that his subordinates had been humiliated by a mere child, the man kicked the chubby little boy away.
Upon seeing this, the woman who had been captured went berserk and bit wildly, managing to break free from the two adult men's grasp. She staggered towards the child who was clutching his stomach and unable to cry out.
"Xiao Bao, Xiao Bao, how are you?"
The woman was in tears, and her hands trembled as she held her child.
Such a scene would generally move anyone who hears it to tears. But those men were all desperate criminals who committed heinous crimes, and having witnessed so many tragic tales of separation and death, their hearts naturally became numb.
"Go and take that woman away."
If we drag this out any longer, who knows if some idiot will show up!
Ji Xiaoxiao, whom the man called an idiot, hid in the shadows and watched with great interest a tragic drama of a mother and son being separated.
"Xiao Bao, my child." The woman cried and sobbed, clinging to him tightly and refusing to let go.
A woman's strength is ultimately no match for a man's; the child in the woman's arms was thrown aside by the man and fell onto the garbage heap in the corner.
The saying "a mother's love makes her strong" is indeed true. Having witnessed her child being harmed time and again, the woman flailed her limbs, scratching the men's faces with horrifying marks. The leader of the men, growing impatient, punched the woman in the stomach. Her eyes widened, saliva gushed from her mouth, and she was too pained to cry out.
"Take them away," the boss ordered.
The thugs, dressed in a flamboyant, punk style, dragged a woman past their boss. The woman suddenly jumped up, biting her boss's neck with sharp teeth.
"Ah... what are you looking at? Are you looking for death! Quickly pull this crazy woman away. Ah... ah... don't pull, don't pull, are you trying to murder me?"
The woman bit down hard on the boss's neck, a large chunk of flesh in her mouth. The henchman pulled hard on the woman, helping her to hurt the boss.
The eldest brother, unable to bear it any longer, pulled out a knife from his pocket and stabbed the woman in the back repeatedly. White blades went in, red blades came out; in the blink of an eye, the woman's body was riddled with bloody holes.
Due to excessive blood loss, the woman was too weak to release her grip, holding her breath and refusing to die.
The eldest brother, clutching his wound and seething with resentment, kicked the woman several more times.
"Old man, how could this woman die like that? Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
"Since we're all going to die anyway, what difference does it make whether we die sooner or later?"
After confirming that the woman was certain to die, the leader and his punk henchmen quickly slipped into a corner of an alley and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
Ji Xiaoxiao stood quietly for another ten minutes, but no one came.
"Yeah, there's really no one here."
Ji Xiaoxiao walked out slowly, and the woman who was on the verge of death immediately brightened up when she saw Ji Xiaoxiao.
"Miss...cough cough...please save my child."
The woman's tears fell to the ground and soaked into the soil.
Ji Xiaoxiao squatted down, a cynical smile on her face.
"Why should I save your son? Those people are ruthless; they're definitely not easy to mess with. If I save your son, wouldn't I be making an enemy of them? We've never met before, yet you want me to risk my life to save him. In this deal, you're guaranteed to make a profit, while I'll lose everything and my life."
Upon hearing this, the woman paused, then said reluctantly, "Miss, I know I've put you in a difficult position. You just need to hand the child over to his father. The child's father is no ordinary person; you are his child's savior, and he will definitely repay you handsomely."
"Name," Ji Xiaoxiao said calmly.
The woman was taken aback by Ji Xiaoxiao's decisiveness. After a moment of stunned silence, she hurriedly said, "The child's father is Liao Yu, Liao Yu from the Liao family in City A. Go to City A and ask around. Everyone there knows the Liao family."
Liao Yu?
Ji Xiaoxiao curled her lips with amusement.
"Miss, could you please bring my child over?" the woman pleaded.
Ji Xiaoxiao did not refuse the woman's small request. She walked into the garbage heap, her face inappropriate, picked up the child, and walked back to the woman.
The woman hugged the child tightly, kissing him repeatedly. "Miss, I have one last favor to ask. When Xiao Bao grows up, please tell him that his mother, Shen Shuang, loves him, and that the person he loves most in this life is the one who loves him most."
The woman sobbed softly, accidentally aggravating the injury on her back, causing her face to turn pale with pain.
"Oh, by the way, the child's nickname is Xiaobao, and his formal name is Kongmin, Kongmin as in the Kongtong Mountains and Minmin as in the common people."
Kongmin? If the father is Liao Yu, then this child must be... Liao Kongmin!