The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

The only thing that made her confused was the matter of a man bearing a child.

Where to be born? That is the question.

The 17-year-old original body was also called Linglong, but her surname was Wang, while mine was Mu.

The mountain village where the original body lived was called Taohua Village.

I don’t know why it is called Taohua Village.

The Wang family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law came here to escape famine.

I have a vague memory of where I came from.

She was too lazy to think about it because it gave her a headache.

The reason why the original body got into trouble was probably because of the death of Grandma Wang, who depended on her for survival.

The word "Apo" here means grandma.

As far as I can remember, Grandma Wang passed away half a month ago.

The reason was that the original owner was collecting herbs and accidentally fell down the hillside and died.

The villagers found that when Grandma Wang was carried back, her body was already stiff.

The original body fell into a coma after helping Grandma Wang deal with her funeral affairs, and it was not until she came that this body woke up.

Recalling this, Linglong's brows couldn't help but furrowed.

She couldn't find the specific time when Grandma Wang went up the mountain to collect herbs on the day the accident happened.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Linglong's thoughts.

He opened his eyes and looked at the somewhat broken wooden door.

His thin lips parted slightly: "Come in."

It was just a simple word, but one could faintly hear the tone of an unquestionable command.

Zi'an lowered his eyes, his fingertips involuntarily clenching the ceramic bowl in his hand.

The Linglong before was very cold.

But that kind of coldness is like an emotionless shadow puppet.

Linglong is also cold now.

But this kind of coldness is like the abyss, so cold that it makes people scared.

He collected his thoughts, raised his hand, pushed the door open, and walked in, with a faint smile on his face.

"Sister Linglong, I made some rice porridge. You can fill your stomach first."

Looking at the mask-like smile on the boy's face.

Linglong really wanted to say with disgust, "You're so ugly."

But considering that this is a country where women are respected, the boy would definitely cry if she said that.

"Put it on the table and get out."

Now she really doesn't have the energy to deal with him. She is very tired.

Zi'an looked at Linglong who was so distant and indifferent, pursed his lips, and responded, "Yes, Sister Linglong."

After saying this, he turned and left Linglong's room.

I closed the door, stood under the eaves, and looked up at the dazzling sunlight.

Can a person really become a completely different person overnight?

Or, Wang Linglong at this moment is no longer Wang Linglong.

He was a slave bought by Grandma Wang. If it weren't for Grandma Wang, he would have died long ago.

Then, should he ask on behalf of his master what kind of monster is inside Wang Linglong's body?

Linglong, who was in the house, naturally had no idea that she had been mistaken for a monster.

At this moment, she was closing her eyes to sense whether her special powers were still there.

After a moment, Linglong opened her eyes and her heart moved slightly.

The ability is still there, but it has become the first level, and it cannot repair the body and can only maintain the status quo. Unless it reaches the second level or above, it can slowly repair the body's functions.

In this case, it will take some time for this broken body to recover.

But before that, she had to know what was wrong with this body.

After thinking about it, he pinched the Cun, Guan and Chi points on his left hand with the fingertips of his right hand.

After a moment, the two hands exchanged.

As time passed, the temperature in the house gradually dropped.

After a while, Linglong withdrew her hand, her face as if covered with frost.

The meridians were blocked in many places, and most of the internal organs were almost infected by toxins.

It seems that the original owner's accident was not only due to the death of Grandma Wang, but also largely due to this poison.

While thinking, his right hand unconsciously rubbed the joint of his left index finger.

The star ring there was gone, and what was touched was only a thin finger bone.

Coming back to his senses, he lowered his eyes and looked at his current palm.

Fortunately, it is covered with skin, otherwise what is the difference between it and a skeleton? !

God actually gave her a chance to live again, how could I let her down!

It's just Sanhua Powder. Since she is here, she won't let the person who poisoned it succeed.

Sanhua Powder is made from three kinds of extremely cold and poisonous flower cores.

This poison only works on pregnant women.

One disperses the vital energy, two disperses the fetal energy, three disperses the vital energy, one corpse has two lives.

It seems that the original body's identity is not simple either. This poison can only be suppressed by regular acupuncture and precious medicinal materials.

Otherwise, when the toxin breaks out, it will be a life worse than death.

From birth to now when she is 17 years old, the original owner is still alive and well, so she is even more certain that the original owner is not simple.

The person who gave birth to her original body was not within her consideration.

Unless the original owner’s mother, oh no, it’s the father, who has a top-notch doctor by his side.

Otherwise, he would definitely die the moment the child was born.

She didn't know how many days the original body had been unconscious or when the poison would erupt. She had to find a pair of silver needles before that.

Since Grandma Wang can suppress the toxins in the original body, there should be silver needles in this house.

After thinking about it, he raised his eyes and looked around.

The interior of the mud house, which is about ten square meters, is simply decorated.

In addition to the wooden bed, there was a rectangular table by the window. On it was a simple candlestick, and next to it was the rice porridge that the boy had brought, which was steaming. Under the table was a round stool, and in the corner there was a two-meter-high round-legged double-opening wooden cabinet.

Linglong retracted her gaze and tried to sit up. She wanted to see if there were any silver needles in the cabinet.

But as soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy and Linglong bit her tongue without thinking.

In an instant, the pain spread to all the nerves.

This body is of a sensitive nature.

The thought suddenly popped into her mind because she was not so sensitive to pain.

If that was the case, she would admire the original body's willpower.

Even if the toxins do not normally erupt, the body will feel like it is soaked in ice water, freezing cold.

Linglong collected her thoughts and took a deep breath.

She lifted the patched quilt and stepped onto the ground barefoot. Linglong's whole body trembled due to her instinctive reaction.

Linglong didn't care about all that. She held onto the yellow mud wall with one hand and the edge of the bed with the other and was about to stand up.

With the corner of my eye, I just caught a glimpse of the slender arm as the sleeve slipped down, with the dark purple blood vessels extending downwards continuously.

It seems that the poison broke out tonight, which is quite a coincidence.

Even so, there was no change on Linglong's face.

After standing up, Linglong used all her strength but still staggered forward a step. Fortunately, she held on to the long table and did not fall.

But because of this, the candlestick on the table was knocked over by her.

The noise in the house still startled Zi'an who was washing clothes outside.

Zi'an threw down the clothes in his hands, stood up and ran towards Linglong's room.

He stopped at the door, raised his hand and knocked on it, and said anxiously, "Sister Linglong, what's wrong with you?"

Linglong took a deep breath, steadied her breath, and replied, "Nothing."

He looked at the rice porridge on the table, raised it with one hand, and drank it in two or three gulps. Only then did he feel better.

The reason why this body is so weak is largely due to the fact that the original body has not eaten well for a long time.

But it's not her fault. How could she have an appetite with the poison torturing her in her body?

Zi'an listened to Linglong's weak voice, pursed his lips, and finally said: "Sister Linglong, you can call me if you want to do anything. After all, I am the slave bought by grandma, and it is my duty to serve you."