The little kids all shook their heads, looking confused and helpless.
"How is Sister Stutter's illness?"
He asked again.
"She's still running a fever. I just changed her wet cloth."
"It hurt for a while, but now I'm asleep."
"Should we ask a doctor to come and see Sister Stutter? She seems to be in great pain..."
"See if the doctor will give us at least a few taels of silver. We don't have any money..."
"Ababa."
Listen to them talking at once.
The older beggar raised his hand and carefully took out a small piece of yellow salt from his arms.
"You guys go cook first."
Having said that, he went into the room.
The little kids were overjoyed and suddenly became lively, as if it was New Year's Day. Some went to get firewood, some went to get half-broken earthenware jars, and they all worked together to make a fire.
In the room.
Although it was called a room, there was actually no door, and when you looked up you could see the overcast sky.
A female beggar of about fifteen or sixteen was lying on the pile of weeds. Her tattered clothes could barely be seen to be originally light blue in color. Her face was covered with mud and her eyes were covered with a cloth.
Hearing footsteps, her ears moved slightly.
"Stuttering sister, it's me, are you feeling better?"
"No...it's okay...don't worry about me."
"Just rest for a while..."
Her hoarse voice was intermittent. She was sick again, and it seemed that she had used up all her strength to say this simple sentence.
"Then I won't bother you anymore. I'll call you later when it's time to eat."
The little beggar sighed and turned to go out.
But before he could leave, he heard a voice behind him:
"You can't...you can't go...steal things..."
"knew."
Jiang Chulong's breathing then became calmer and she curled up her body.
Her whole body was burning, yet she felt a chill coming from all directions.
Her chest, where the source of her self-confidence once lay, allowed her to hear the sound of thousands of swords ringing in the dark.
But now it has turned into an invisible abyss, swallowing her up bit by bit with infinite emptiness.
"Am I...going to die?"
Jiang Chulong thought woodenly.
She felt a little sad, but she was so hungry and weak that she didn't even have the energy to love or hate.
When a person dies, can he or she see someone he or she will never see again?
Mother...
There was a sudden noise at the door.
"Brother Chan, you're back!"
“Wow, it’s rice!”
"Who is this big brother? Why did you bring someone else back?"
"He is the kind man who distributed food to us. He can save Sister Jieba..."
Meng Can was explaining anxiously.
Li Mo's gaze passed over the group of little kids and saw a blindfolded little beggar lying in the dilapidated house.
The moment the divine eye of destiny swept across the other party.
His breathing hitched for a moment.
[Name: Jiang Chulong]
Age: 15
[Root bone: Tianzun Emperor Sword Bone (missing), Wild Grass Sword Bone is being born. 】
【Realm: None.】
【Destiny: Gold】
[Evaluation: The youngest daughter of Emperor Dayu, born with a sword in her womb. At the age of fourteen, her sword bone was taken away by her elder brother, the crown prince. However, the sword bone was born because of her, but she was not made because of the sword bone. If she can wipe away the dust in her heart and improve herself, she may be able to get one step closer to the origin of the sword.]
[Recent experience: was exiled by Emperor Jingtai of Dayu to marry a foreign prince. On the way, she escaped with the help of her mother's old friend. She is being hunted down, and her sword bone was taken away. Her vitality is lost and her foundation is damaged, which will have an irreversible impact on her future.]
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