Ji Xiaoxiao's mouth was wide open, round and plump, enough to fit a large egg. Her eyes reddened instantly, and tears streamed down her face just as easily—that's a real woman, isn't it!
Ji Xiaoxiao was filled with mixed feelings of envy and jealousy.
Ji Xiaoxiao sighed helplessly, just about to lower her voice and comfort the little girl. But to her surprise, Xiaoqing, who had been crying just a moment ago, suddenly burst into laughter, grabbed Ji Xiaoxiao's hand, and happily walked towards the large jar.
"Xiaobai, let's do something serious first, then I'll cry." Xiaoqing's words were earth-shattering.
Ji Xiaoxiao rubbed her forehead and lowered her eyes, not wanting to look at such a weirdo as Xiaoqing anymore.
The two little ones, working together, pushed the large jar, and after many hardships, finally arrived at the stone mill. Xiaoqing pointed to the roller on the stone mill, and Ji Xiaoxiao obediently stood over and grabbed it.
"A wise man submits to circumstances," Xiaoqing thought, happily giving Ji Xiaoxiao a smile. Before Ji Xiaoxiao could respond, Xiaoqing busied herself removing the talisman seal from the large jar.
The moment the large jar was opened, Ji Xiaoxiao clearly felt the intense, almost tangible, malevolent aura and resentment.
What happened? What exactly happened?
Unable to figure out the cause and effect, Ji Xiaoxiao wished she could knock Xiaoqing unconscious with a chop to the neck.
In the end, it was just a thought; Ji Xiaoxiao remained calm and secretly observed the surrounding situation.
"Little White, let's begin!" Xiao Qing shouted, and with a quick flick of her hand that had reached into the jar, a thin, almost transparent soul was plunged into the hole of the millstone.
"Little White, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and start grinding the millstone."
As soon as Xiaoqing called out, Ji Xiaoxiao started pushing the millstone without even realizing it.
As soon as the millstone turned, the souls that had been inserted into the millstone's hole cried out in agony, howling like ghosts.
Ji Xiaoxiao had never heard such a strange sound before. Despair, pain, resentment, fear, the desire to live, the desire to die, and other emotions were intertwined, mixed and merged, and collided to create a song called "Hope".
"Little White, listen, how happy they are shouting."
With a sincere and heartfelt tone, Xiaoqing was absolutely overjoyed.
Ji Xiaoxiao glanced coldly at Xiaoqing. The girl was innocent and harmless, but an ancient saying came to mind: "It's easy to draw a dragon or a tiger, but hard to draw its bones; it's easy to know a person's face, but hard to know their heart."
---Aside---
Thank you ☆⌒糖罐子℡ and 神域丶卿尘 for the flowers!
Thank you ☆⌒糖罐子℡ and 神域丶卿尘 for the flowers!
Thank you ☆⌒糖罐子℡ and 神域丶卿尘 for the flowers!
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