Chapter 360 First Meeting 2
The dark clouds covered the moon. The girl who slept outside the house for the first time shivered and woke up from her dream.
"Mother." She whispered, and then pursed her lips.
She forgot that her mother would not cover her with a quilt again.
Careful to avoid people passing by her, she quietly opened the door and walked outside, looking up at the red sky.
The rain that had been falling for several days finally stopped, but the dark clouds in the sky were still red, which made people shudder.
The girl hugged her weak arms and finally sobbed softly.
The crying sound that she dared not make during the day was heard far away in the night.
Today is her birthday, but her mother will never cook a bowl of longevity noodles for her again.
Fortunately, the outer disciples at the foot of the mountain are not allowed to practice, and no one noticed that she was crying in the middle of the night.
She didn't know how long she had been crying. She roughly wiped the tears from her face with her new clothes. Suddenly, a snow-white handkerchief appeared in front of her.
The girl shuddered, and subconsciously raised her eyes to meet a god-like face.
The girl had never seen such a beautiful face. If this person said he was a god, she would definitely believe it. Perhaps only gods could look so beautiful.
Ming lowered his eyes and looked at the son of destiny in this world, and said lightly: "Go on."
The girl carefully took the handkerchief from his beautiful hands and looked at him with sobs.
Her face was a mess of tears, and Ming couldn't help but frowned: "Wipe it."
She is still a child.
The girl looked down at the material that was better than those white clothes, and rubbed it on her face carefully.
She moved slowly, which made Ming frown.
After waiting for a long time, and finally when she wiped the tears off her face, Ming finally spoke: "Why are you crying?"
Facing this beautiful face, the girl's defenses unconsciously relaxed a lot, and she was about to cry again: "My mother is dead."
She liked handsome people when she was a child, and told her mother that she would marry the most handsome man, but now her mother can't see it.
Cry again...
Ming frowned and released a little pressure from her body: "Don't cry."
A suffocating breath came out, and the girl closed her mouth subconsciously.
But facing the beauty, she became bolder: "I... It's my birthday, I want to eat the longevity noodles made by my mother."
"My mother, my mother..." The voice of a child sounds crisp and pleasant at first, but if it is increased a lot, it will sound sharp.
Two fingers suddenly pinched the girl's lips, and the man said indifferently: "Shut up." The
girl: "Wuwuwuwu..."
She cried again.
Ming looked at the child of luck like this, and felt helpless.
He raised his hand and grabbed the girl's clothes behind her neck, and dragged her to the kitchen.
"Sit down, don't move." The immortal-like man spoke indifferently to the people behind him.
He rolled up his wide sleeves and made a bowl of noodles for the crying girl.
As an innate god, Ming knew it by nature and didn't think it was difficult to make a bowl of noodles.
When a bowl of noodles with good color, fragrance and taste appeared in front of the girl, her tears flowed, and she just stared at Ming blankly: "For me?"
Ming frowned: "Don't eat it?"
"Eat!" The girl took out a pair of chopsticks from the side and swallowed the noodles into her stomach voraciously.
The noodles he made were better than those made by her mother, but she wanted to eat the noodles made by her mother more.
The girl ate fiercely and cried fiercely.
Ming Jingjing watched this scene and did not let her rest.
Mortals are born and die in the morning and will always face many separations and deaths. This little girl must get used to it.
After the girl finished eating, she wiped her mouth and wiped away her tears, and said solemnly: "Thank you."
As if she felt that her thanks were not sincere, she added: "When I become a fairy, I will give you a lot of money!"
The first thing the little girl who had not yet stopped practicing learned was to draw cakes.
"Of course, if you are going to die, I can also resurrect you, just like resurrecting my parents."
Fairy?
Ming sneered and said calmly, "Your parents have already entered reincarnation. They can't be resurrected."
He controls the fate of the world, so he can naturally see where the girl's parents have gone.
The girl was struck by lightning, and her little mouth opened to cry again.
Before she opened her mouth, Ming's slender hand blocked her mouth.
The little girl looked viciously at the bad guy who had just given her a bowl of noodles, and took a big bite of his hand.
Nonsense, her parents will not reincarnate, and her parents will not abandon her.
She ate too much, and her ups and downs were so great that she felt her stomach churning, as if she was going to vomit in the next moment.
The bite of mortals did not pose any threat to Ming. When he felt the sign of the little girl vomiting, he frowned and injected a touch of spiritual energy into her to prevent her from vomiting.
"You are bad!" Even though she felt warm in her stomach, the girl could not stop her from looking at this bad guy with hostility. She raised her voice to a high pitch and was a little sharp: "What you said is all false!"
Ming frowned, not wanting to pay attention to this useless son of luck.
"Then just treat what I said as false." He withdrew his hand calmly, without any trace of the gentleness just now.
The girl was startled by his sudden momentum and raised her eyes to look at him carefully: "I... my name is girl, what's your name?"
Girl?
Ming frowned slightly, it didn't sound like a serious name. She
acted rashly and gave a perfunctory name. If it weren't for her great luck, Ming would have thought that he might have recognized the wrong son of luck.
"Ming." He said his name lightly, and looked at the girl: "Do you want to change your name?"
In the future, the great master in the cultivation world will be called Yatou Zhenren, which is a bit unrefined.
The girl asked curiously: "Do you want to change it to the same as you? Call me Ya or Tou?"
It seemed that none of them sounded very nice. She wrinkled her nose, feeling somewhat unwilling.
Before the flood came, her father collected firewood for a long time, hoping to find a student at the head of the village to give her a good name. Who would have thought that he would be gone before that day came.
The girl's face darkened, and she murmured, "The old student will definitely not let me be called Ya or Tou."
She felt that the person in front of her might be as uneducated as she was.
She patted Ming's sleeve generously, and said like a little adult, "You don't have to give me a name. Those sisters said that when I become a disciple, the master will change my name!"
"My master must be more knowledgeable than you!"
Ming raised his eyebrows slightly. Her master?
How many thousands of years has her master lived?
Looking at the golden crow rising slowly in the sky, he said, "How about Li?"
Since Liming wanted to give her a name, let's call her Li.
On the day they first met, he ordered a bowl of longevity noodles to be cooked for the girl and gave her a nice name.
When he was about to leave, little Gu Li felt reluctant to leave. She asked hesitantly, "Will we... meet again?"
The little girl's weak voice sounded a little pitiful. She paused and said, "This time next year, I'll wait for you here."