"Song Weiwei, you damned woman, where the hell have you been? Where's my wine?"
Leng Hanxuan sat on a tattered mat, his arm completely obscured. With a slight movement, his clothes fluttered, revealing that his lower body was completely naked.
"Here I am, here I am." Song Weiwei hurried over, carrying a bottle of cheap liquor.
At this moment, Song Weiwei's face was covered in wrinkles, and her delicate hands were rough and calloused. She wore coarse linen clothes, patched and mended in many places.
"Why are you so slow?" Leng Hanxuan slapped Song Weiwei across the face.
“I…I’m making money, so…” Song Weiwei said hesitantly.
The door creaked open, and a burly man walked in.
"Brother Leng, your wife was serving me just now, so please don't hit her. She's a good employee." The burly man, with cloudy eyes, looked at Leng Hanxuan and Song Weiwei and swallowed hard.
Leng Hanxuan, abandoning his arrogant and domineering demeanor, huffed and puffed, "If Big Brother says so, then go, go, get out of here right now." Leng Hanxuan waved his hand, and Song Weiwei left, closing the door behind her.
Looking at the door, Song Weiwei realized there was still a lot of work to do at home. She gave a wry smile, picked up the dirty clothes, and washed them for two hours. It was pitch black when the big man finally came out.
"Brother, may you rest in peace."
After seeing the burly man off, Song Weiwei could no longer hold back her tears. She was a transmigrated woman, familiar with countless movies, songs, and novels, so why had she ended up like this?
Thinking about it, oh, it was Xu Li'an's order.
"Don't kill them. Drag them to the dirtiest place in the capital and have someone keep a close watch on them. Don't let them commit suicide. I want them to suffer a fate worse than death."
When she first arrived, Song Weiwei attempted suicide, but was rescued each time. After many attempts, she developed a fear of death. Unable to die, she felt she could only continue living like this.
"Woman, bring in some water, I need to wash." Leng Hanxuan's voice was weak and powerless.
"That's all we can do now," Song Weiwei resignedly carried the water inside.
Ten years later, Leng Hanxuan and Song Weiwei were both tormented to death by Ji Xiaoxiao. Now, even death has chosen Ji Xiaoxiao.
"Can't you stay with me a little longer?"
Looking at the man in front of her, Ji Xiaoxiao burst out laughing.
In Zhou Jiangchu's bedroom in the first year after the Leng family's downfall.
"Zhou Jiangchu, I'm also a wounded soldier. Can you stop dragging me to your bed all the time?" Ji Xiaoxiao said with a look of disdain.
Zhou Jiangchu stared at Ji Xiaoxiao's face in a daze, and excitedly pulled her into his arms.
"Xiaoxiao, I've finally found you again."
The tears in her eyes were crystal clear.
Having bickered with Zhou Jiangchu for two years, Ji Xiaoxiao knew Zhou Jiangchu's temperament all too well. Yet the person before her was still handsome, unchanged, but that aloof and noble air of detachment from the world, unapproachable by dust, was strikingly similar to someone else.
"Who are you?" Ji Xiaoxiao turned her head and looked directly into Zhou Jiangchu's eyes.
"It's me, Yunming, Xiaoxiao, don't you remember me?" Zhou Jiangchu hurriedly identified himself as Yunming.
Ji Xiaoxiao turned her head, completely unable to recall who "Yunming" was.
"I don't know her, I have no recollection of her." Those words ruthlessly shattered Yunming's illusions.
The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Yunming's body swayed almost imperceptibly, and he nearly lost his balance and fell.
"How could I not recognize you? How could I not remember you?" Yunming asked incredulously.
"Do you still remember the Immortal Master of the Heavenly Jade Palace?"
Upon hearing Yunming's words, Ji Xiaoxiao's eyes widened like the moon.
"Are you the Immortal Lord?" Ji Xiaoxiao swallowed a ball with ease.
Yunming excitedly grabbed Ji Xiaoxiao's hand, "It's me."
Silence, even deathly silence.
"How did you get here?" Ji Xiaoxiao didn't think Yunming was an employee of the adults.
Yunming's lips moved slightly, and he said shyly, "I like you, so..."
So he shamelessly followed me, Ji Xiaoxiao automatically completed the sentence for Yunming.
For Ji Xiaoxiao, liking and loving are no less than the ephemeral beauty of a mirage.
"You like me? What's it to me?" Having accepted Yunming's explanation, Ji Xiaoxiao continued to live with Yunming normally for ten years.
Because of her battle with the old man, Ji Xiaoxiao's foundation was damaged, and she was destined not to live long. In just ten years, Ji Xiaoxiao was already very old, like an eighty-year-old woman.
"I'm leaving now. If you can find me again, I might try dating you."
Ji Xiaoxiao made a promise to Yunming, then closed her eyes and breathed her last.
"Zhou Jiangchu, how is An Ran?"
Qiao Heyun burst through the door and saw Yunming's smug smile.
"What do you mean?" Qiao Heyun had a bad feeling. When she saw the person lying on the bed, closing her eyes happily, she collapsed to the ground.
After a long while, Qiao Heyun, having seen Xu Li'an's body, shouted at Yunming, "I will not let you go!"
“I’ll be waiting,” Yunming replied casually.
A fierce battle was brewing between the two men, on the verge of erupting, but Ji Xiaoxiao, who had returned to the dark space, was unaware of all this.
Name: Ji Xiaoxiao
Gender: Female
Spiritual power: 55
Soul Power: 36
Progress: 13%
Title: Academically Weak
Skill: Turning Stone into Gold
Rewards: "White Lotus Sacred Technique", "Dao Heaven", and "Do As You Please" (three times with two remaining).
"You did well this time, Xu Li'an is very satisfied."
Having not spoken with an adult for a long time, Ji Xiaoxiao felt both excited and flustered.
"My lord, you flatter me. It's all I should do," Ji Xiaoxiao said modestly.
"Is there anything you want to say to me?"
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