Grandpa and Dad did not die from persecution.
My brother was not assassinated by a traitor, and no tragedy has happened yet.
Jiang Shuwei looked up at the golden ancient tree in front of her, then knelt down respectfully, clasped her hands together, and kowtowed three times devoutly.
"Thank you, Great Ancestor, for your blessing in my dream. Weiwei swears that she will never let the Jiang family's heirs die out. It's all because of Weiwei's evil ways. I beg for your forgiveness, Great Ancestor."
After saying that, he kowtowed three times.
In the dream, he watched the entire Jiang family's direct and side branches completely decline. With the last descendant of the Jiang family closing his eyes, a full ten years had passed.
Considering how many generations her Jiang family had passed down as a noble family, yet it was completely destroyed in just ten years. How tragic was that?
This misfortune started with me, the sinner who lost the Lingyun Pendant, in my family.
Jiang Shuwei clutched her heart in pain, and the stabbing pain there made her cry out in pain.
"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, Big Brother, I will never be obsessed with a man again, nor worry about not being able to tell whether the people around me are human or ghosts.
In the future, when I have the Lingyun Space, it will help me distinguish between loyalty and treachery.
I will not hold you back any longer and give those bad guys an opportunity to take advantage of me."
After figuring it out, Jiang Shuwei wiped away her tears and snot. Before a smile could bloom on her lips, she was so shocked by what was happening in the space that her mouth opened wide.
Suddenly a spring appeared in the distance, with a gurgling spring flowing, and soon a clear pool of water took shape.
Then something even more magical happened.
A golden lotus seed took root and sprouted in a clear pond without mud. The golden lotus root grew rapidly, with a smooth and delicate texture, exuding vigorous vitality.
Golden lotus leaves spread out across the pond, with a delicate pink lotus and a golden lotus pod standing quietly in the middle.
The golden lotus leaves swayed slightly with the gentle calls of my mother in my ears.
Jiang Shuwei squatted down as if possessed by a ghost, and put her hand into the clear spring, the warm touch reaching her heart.
Just like...just like the feeling when my mother holds me in her arms.
Warmth, intimacy, happiness.
"This is Mom."
With a call, a few snow-white lotus seeds fell from the golden lotus pod.
Jiang Shuwei looked at the lotus seeds in her palm, and suddenly held them tightly as if they were treasures.
[Lotus seeds: cleanse the tendons and marrow. Eating them can prolong life, strengthen the body, and eliminate hidden diseases.]
Jiang Shuwei's mind moved, and the snow lotus seeds in her hand disappeared out of thin air. She turned around excitedly and pounced on the golden ancient tree, hugging it tightly.
"Thank you, Taizu."
When she raised her head again, two lines of tears were already on her delicate face. As she wiped her tears, the magical scene in the space continued.
Large patches of golden orchids quickly spread out, gently scraping against Jiang Shuwei's feet, caressing and comforting her.
The knee-high golden orchid blooms into jade-colored wind chime-shaped flowers in an instant, with a long and elegant fragrance.
Jiang Shuwei squatted down and gently touched Linglan, smiling tearfully and whispering: "This is my brother."
The Dharma moves as the words go, and a few small and delicate orchids float into the palm of the hand.
[Linglanxi: A sacred product for healing wounds, astringent, hemostatic, swelling-reducing, tissue-regenerating, beautifying and nourishing.]
Healing?
"Brother, don't be afraid from now on. Weiwei will protect you."
The spatial transformation is still continuing. Tall golden trees rise from the ground beside the pond, embracing the pond and Linglan.
land?
Jiang Shuwei lowered her head, and the void beneath her feet had turned into soil speckled with star sand.
He easily grabbed a handful of star sand and smiled: "Grandpa."
【Xingsha: The fertile soil nourishes all things.】
He stood up and hugged the big tree beside the pond, "Dad."
With a call, the big forest automatically responded with a rustling sound without wind.
Looking down at the two meatballs, one black and one white, in her palm, Jiang Shuwei couldn't help but laugh out loud with tears in her eyes.
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