So, now she has become the unlucky Master Fu Yue who was hit on the head with a stone by her when she was a child?
Is this a dream or reality?
"Hiss~"
As expected, the headache just now didn't make her feel uncertain, and the pain now made her look even more dazed.
It hurts so much, I pinch myself.
Shen Tangtang looked at the bruises on the inside of her arm and had to admit that she seemed to have traveled through time again.
Fortunately, Qingyun went out right after handing Fuyue some water, otherwise if he saw her pinching herself, he would definitely think she had become stupid again.
When Shen Tangtang sorted out the vague memories in her mind, she finally knew why she came here.
It's really a relief that Master Fu Yue was not killed by her stone, but now Master Fu Yue has also gained an opportunity because of her arrival, and I wonder where he is now.
To put it simply, she entered this copy world as soon as she stepped into the ninth floor. Because of her arrival, Master Fu Yue was also taken to other copy worlds by Bai Ta to practice.
Her current body is a one-to-one copy of Master Fu Yue, even the wound on her head is copied.
Master Fu Yue will come back in the future, and I will leave too.
She raised her hand, and her sleeve fell down, revealing a red and white bracelet.
Ever since she emerged from the spatial rift, the bracelets of the Blue Star players have collectively changed again, giving the impression that the survival game is evenly matched with the White Tower.
Shen Tangtang opened the system mailbox, but there was no task reminder and no end time. It seemed that everything required the player to let nature take its course.
She rubbed her head which was a little dizzy from the pain and used her wood-type ability to heal herself, and only then did she feel better.
She didn't dare to cure it completely. The abbot said that she needed to rest for three months, so she definitely couldn't just rest for one month. For a normal person with a hole in the head, it would be lucky to survive. How could it be healed the next day? It would be scary.
Shen Tangtang grimaced in pain. For the first time, she intuitively felt how bad she was as a child.
She is just a problem child. Who told her to hit people on the head with stones? She has no idea of her own strength.
At this time, soft footsteps were heard outside the house.
Everyone in the nunnery wore soft-soled shoes, so the sound of their walking was not obvious. Qingyun was a martial artist, so her footsteps were a little lighter than others.
"Master, can you sit up? I brought you some hot porridge."
"Leave it here. I'm not as fragile as you think. Don't worry."
According to Master Fu Yue’s character in her memory, Shen Tangtang pointed to the cabinet at the head of the bed.
Perhaps because it was a one-to-one copy, Shen Tangtang’s voice was the same as Fu Yue’s, and it did not arouse Qingyun’s suspicion.
Master Fu Yue himself has a rather aloof personality, and this time he was just passing by in the corridor, but was hit on the head by Shen Tangtang who was making a scene in the backyard, and he almost lost his life.
Qingyun had his own things to do, so he left after delivering the porridge to her.
Shen Tangtang finished eating the hot porridge. The porridge was full of the aroma of rice, without any extra flavor. Even the salt was very little, probably to help the wound heal as soon as possible.
She was not the real Master Fu Yue, so after making sure that there was no one else around, she decisively took out the soft and roasted pig's trotters from the space, ate until her belly was full, and did not forget to wash it clean so as not to let Qingyun, who had a keen nose, come over and smell it.
Shen Tangtang fell asleep after eating, and by the time she saw herself in her previous life, three days had passed.
She did not plead for her childhood self. Naughty children should be punished, and it was okay to skip a couple of meals.
Looking at little Shen Tangtang who was hesitating at the door and didn't dare to go in, the corner of her mouth curled up. Little guy, you are still afraid.
"Why don't you tell me?"
Shen Tangtang’s cold voice made the little guy tremble, he glanced at her, pursed his lips and walked in reluctantly.
The little guy spoke crisply, and his first words were not an apology, but a question: "Are you going to die?"
Um?
Shen Tangtang was stunned. She had forgotten what she said in her previous life. Was she asking whether Fu Yue would die?
She smiled gently and said softly: "No, are you scared?"
"I'm not afraid. I just miss home. If I say sorry to you, can you take me home?"
At the time, little Shen Tangtang was only three years old, with chubby arms like white lotus roots, and she looked very strong. Her round, grape-like eyes stared at Master Fu Yue without blinking, their eyes filled with a longing to go home.
"No, why do you want to go home? Isn't it good here?"
Master Fu Yue's voice remained cold and did not change at all because of the little girl's words.
Little Shen Tangtang curled her lips and said, "Oh no! The people here locked me up in the woodshed, and there's not enough food for me to eat. I'm really hungry. Dudu said I can eat my fill when I get home."
"You did something wrong. Children who do something wrong must be punished."
Master Fu Yue was so happy when he saw the little guy making eight hundred small movements in one sentence that he almost burst into laughter.
Shen Tangtang didn’t know that she was so cute when she was a child. Her round eyes seemed to have many tricks in them, but she thought she had concealed it well.
Little Shen Tangtang looked at the indifferent master lying on the bed and curled her lips secretly. He abducted the child to the mountain and didn't give the child enough food. What a big liar. He said there were small animals on the mountain and it was very lively. She had been here for many days, and she saw a bird pooping in the yard, and it was smelly.
She wanted to go home. Although she would be scolded at home, she could have a full meal.
“A little bit…”
Xiao Shen Tangtang didn't get what she wanted, so she made a face and wanted to run away.
Qingyun walked in from outside, easily lifted the little guy's collar with his fingers, and had a thin willow stick the size of a thumb in his other hand.
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