To save or not?

Author: plastic kite

To save or not?

The front legs put her in jail, and the little thing like a grandchild came to ask for help. In terms of retribution, Aunt Yu's efficiency in this time and space is really not very high.

Chen Tong found a big rock and sat down, holding his chin up to watch the noise. People coming and going were paying attention to this weird girl. After all, her eyes were not in a trance, but focused on something.

Folks have a lot of respect for things that involve chaos and chaos, but if you put these things on people, they will only make people panic.

Chen Tong pretended not to guess, "Who are you from the Fang family? Guardian spirit or beneficiary?"

Bai Ying quickly got up from the ground and went to hold her hand again. Before Chen Tong could make a move, the other party was opened by a faint light again.

It fell to the ground and got up again. Perhaps it was a little hurt from the beating, and it no longer came close to her, but just circled timidly around her. As it moved, the useless sounds disappeared, leaving only a couple's voices.

The conversation gradually became louder.

"What does Ah Yue want to name the child?"

"I haven't decided yet, and I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. By the way, Kunyu, do you still have red cloth at home? Take some and tie them on the tree. People often say that old trees have spirits and will keep the family safe."

"In that case, I'm going to buy a new one."

…

The voice disappeared, and Bai Ying reached out to her again.

Chen Tong was confused, "So, what do you want to tell me?"

Bai Ying stamped his feet and trotted back half a circle like a dutiful record player, causing the conversation between the above two people to revert to the section "The old tree has spirit, and the house is safe."

It pointed to itself, to the tree, and to the room in the west courtyard that was as red as fire.

"Are you the tree in the yard?" She looked surprised, "Then why are you pulling me? I'm here to protect your home."

Bai Ying lowered his head and repeated the above actions, this time deliberately avoiding the tree, and then lowered his head shyly.

Chen Tong held his forehead and felt quite helpless for his imagination, "I'm afraid you didn't tell me that you happened to be reincarnated in her family..."

The little thing nodded crazily.

The two cannot coexist at the same time. If you want to be reborn, you have to give up your whole life. Not to mention that Yu and Uncle Fang always create bad relationships with it in the name of caring. The fact that it can survive to full term depends entirely on Ah Yue and its good fortune.

There were still two quarters of an hour left before the scheduled birthday, but Ah Yue's decline could no longer be suppressed. If it hadn't met this walking companion, it would definitely not risk two lives.

Although there are too many words to say, out of good professionalism, Chen Tong subconsciously reached out to it, "Congratulations, I'll be there soon -"

Before he finished speaking, the person next door suddenly burst into tears and said, "The kid is so tired. Someone with experience can help me!"

emnnnn……

Do you want it to be so efficacious? Every word you say speaks to her.

Bai Ying suddenly grabbed Chen Tong's hand that he had no time to retract, and pulled him over with 100% of his strength. The ghost that shot it twice didn't seem to react this time, and couldn't even fight it out immediately, so he could only dodge.

Twice, he turned around and wrapped his arms around the other person.

Shen Bise crawled all over half of his arm from his fingertips, pinching faintly towards his heart. The angry Bise and the new white were torn apart, one was constantly infecting and devouring, and the other was constantly reorganizing and regenerating, like Yin and Yang, maintaining a strange balance.

"Ah Yue can't die."

Chen Tong heard it say this in his heart.

A stream of white shadow transformed into the form of an adult, and slapped Chen Tong with his palms. How could the green light allow him to do as he wished, and directly swatted the person away in the opposite direction, and hit the outer wall of the west wing with a "baji".

The solid form collapsed to the ground, struggling but unable to stand up. The unable to hold on, the white shadow retracted into the shape of a child, turned around, and moved along the corner where the sawdust wall peeled off.

To outsiders, those sharp wooden thorns seemed to be carried by the wind, slowly gathering towards the door. But Chen Tong could clearly see white threads being pulled out from it, and each strand became more transparent.

At this rate, I'll die before I can crawl back.

"Work hard!"

My perspective became very strange, as if I was lying on the ground with my arms stretched out and struggling upward, or like my feet lying flat. Flowers bloomed and faded, leaves turned green and faded, surrounding Chen Tong like a revolving lantern.

It's easy to be led astray by being stuck in other people's memories.

She closed her eyes and opened them again, trying to dispel the illusion.

Everything around her slowed down again, and Chen Tong stood between heaven and earth. The blue sky was high and her feet were bright red. She seemed to be standing in a desolate world, with nothing around her except the endless loess and hills.

Then a seed fell where she was.

As time goes by, the seeds germinate, grow, bloom, and bear fruit, day after day, year after year. The hills where it is located have also completed the transformation from wasteland to wilderness.

They spat, stretched out their ink lines, and lowered their stone cones. The people who had fled here multiplied and multiplied, and they built high walls from the ground.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the old tree.

Human lifespan is always limited, but the way they continue is different from that of trees. The old trees bear witness to generations of people growing up and going away in this courtyard, never to come back again.

Its roots are here, and its vision is here. It can recount hundreds of years of family history, but it has no ability to reverse the decline of a declining family.

It can't let go of those people who were happy around it, and gives up its cultivation to change the world. It's like fireworks that last for a while, and it's what it asked for.

…

Returning to reality, Chen Tong stood in the center of the courtyard. Her sight could see everything clearly. The figures coming and going were slowed down a thousand times, and Bai Ying's hand was resting on the steps, unable to move any further.

"You've seen this, do you want to help it?"

"Don't make trouble," Chen Tong thought it was Little A, so he waved his hand, "Can you help deliver the baby or something? There are specialties in the art, so don't come up with random ideas."

It's not like she just follows her words. If she really has the ability, why is she still showing off here? She could just tell the jailer to let her go with just one sentence.

"If you want, of course you can."

"I still want to watch the main plot, can you?" He said sarcastically and served no purpose except to join in the fun.

As if something had touched his mind, "Little A" was silent for a while, quite helpless.

"It turns out you took my order."

"What list? Are you banging your head..."

"HE-446, right."

Ding!

Fortunately, the name of this inexplicable thing is the number of the scapegoat 446. In her current situation, she really cannot tell others that the Council Bureau wants her to cause trouble.

"Since you are a taskmaster of the Council Bureau, I will naturally give you a favor. If you are willing to accept its cause and effect, I don't mind writing about it."

As the only variable in the novel, the gadget man Song Zhixi suddenly appears as a dark horse, and it is difficult not to pay attention to him.

The tricky ball rolled to Chen Tong's feet.

"No, no, no, this is against the rules."

She tried to kick the ball back, but the opponent clicked it and kicked it back again. "I have the final say whether it's within the rules or not."

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I still can’t drag it, and three versions have been cut after just one drag.

The validity of this chapter is yet to be determined.

"I have a plan to write recently, and my head is bald."
Chapter completed!