Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

The news that the young man and Zhang Xingxing had picked up another child spread quickly in this secretive lama temple. The lamas below were talking about it, saying that they had snatched away the god's favorite. Even the little lama who had been bribed by Zhang Xingxing ran to Zhang Xingxing hesitantly and asked her in confusion.

"You'll make him mad if you do that."

ta? He, she, or Him?

Zhang Xingxing, who was confused, paused as he pushed the door open while holding the little girl's red, frozen hand. He looked down at the miserable, unusually quiet little girl with very light eyes. As if she sensed something, the little girl's hands tightly grasped Zhang Xingxing's clothes, and she looked at everything around her blankly.

It's just like a person, like her who just came into this world and was out of tune with everything. No, it's even worse than her.

Zhang Xingxing felt distressed when she saw the little girl who had no reaction to the world. She didn't know who was the unlucky guy who left this deaf-mute girl in the snowy mountains, covered in blood.

She gently put the little girl wrapped in her clothes on the ground and said softly, "Wait for me." Then, thinking that the little girl couldn't hear her, she frowned, touched the little girl's head, patted her head gently as a comfort, and then turned to the little lama and said.

"Who dares to be angry and throw a helpless child into the snowy mountains? Even if her father... her parents come, I will still scold her." Zhang Xingxing put her hands on her waist and seemed to think of something and got even angrier. "Children are the flowers of the future of the motherland, the hope of the family, and the future of the country..."

Zhang Xingxing looked at the little lama who knew only a little bit of Chinese and obviously didn't understand, and his anger suddenly vented. He glanced at him unhappily and said, "Tsk, little kiwi, you should learn more Chinese. It's really hard to talk to you. I don't want to be friends with illiterate people!"

Then he slammed the door shut, locking the little tail that wanted to come in out. The little lama touched his head and listened to Zhang Xingxing's confident voice saying, "Ladies are bathing, boys are not allowed."

In the end, he could only leave the door of the "big sister"'s room, looking back every three steps, and ask the young man what Zhang Xingxing meant by what he had just said.

That day, the young lama, who had begun to study hard, was about to start his evening class. He sat upright on the cushion, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and silently recited the scriptures in his heart.

Suddenly, a deafening sound broke the evening silence. The sound seemed to come from the master's room. It was a loud bang on the table, followed by a burst of cursing.

"This is simply alarmist!!!"

It also enabled him, who was learning Chinese, to remember it immediately.

A long time later, when the master who had become an old lama was asked by his young disciple why he learned Chinese, his wrinkled face carved by time was stunned for a moment, and this sentence instantly popped up in his mind.

The little lama looked at the master with adoration, and he smiled and said, "There is no end to learning. A wise man knows when to lose."

The little lama nodded as if he understood something, and then said happily, "Then I can make friends with more people!"

The old lama touched the young lama's head, looked up at the direction of the deep snow mountain, and did not speak for a long time. The young lama stayed beside the master as usual. Although the master said that he was often called stupid by his master, in his heart the master was the most powerful person.

The master is the hero who liberated all the cruel things here. He still touched his head and praised him as a flower.

"Ah."

"So when will your friend come to see you?"

The little lama also imitated his master's actions and pretended to look there with a deep face. The master shook his head, patted his shoulder and said, "Go and do your homework."

When the little lama heard that he had to do homework again, he could only shrug his shoulders and go back. He looked back at the master who was sitting next to the stone and chanting scriptures, but he was scratching his head and was very curious.

Who are those two magical friends that the master mentioned?

The little lama, who had not yet learned Chinese, listened to Zhang Xingxing's words filled with strong emotions, recited them silently several times, and remembered them very smoothly.

(Zhang Xingxing put her hands on her hips. She said, swear words are the easiest to learn in a language. No one is exempt.)

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"Connecting yin and yang, transcending reincarnation, you can say such nonsense... She is a child, she has to move a stool to the table to cook two dishes. Even if there really is a god, what does the god want her to do! Do you know that it is illegal to employ child labor? Damn, it doesn't make sense to this old antique now!"

"Even if they need people, they should send adults like you who can understand what they are saying! Instead of speculating about this and that every day, they should send the older ones with more ideas to take good care of the gods!"

"What's wrong with being a slave owner? Can a slave owner treat other people's children like this? Her parents are uneducated and stupid, so it's fine, but how can you, a monk who studies scriptures every day and is called a great monk, be so ignorant?! What's the point of reading so many books if you don't understand them?"

Zhang Xingxing was so angry that her eyes widened and her chest rose and fell violently, as if she would explode in the next second. The little girl's life experience and situation hit her heart like a heavy hammer, making her feel restless for a long time.

Her voice trembled with extreme anger, and she pointed her finger at the master's nose and cursed.

What a bullshit sister drum, she disagrees. And the sacrificed Bai Ma...

The master stared at Zhang Xingxing, who was shaking with anger, as if he was looking at a naughty child. "When you have no ability to resist, you can only obey the will of nature like flowing water..."

The master's words were like a thorn in Zhang Xingxing's heart. He had to think about obedience, but also about this damn life!

She doesn't believe it.

Why should these girls' lives be sacrificed to satisfy those hypocritical people?

At that moment she seemed to calm down, slowly sat back on the stool, poured a glass of water, took a sip, and interrupted the master.

"Master, what's the point of people not fighting? I'm going to protect her. I'll see who dares to cause trouble for her."

"Oh, I have been taught since I was a child that 'truth is only within the range of cannons, and dignity is only on the edge of swords'. Ha, it is true that poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people. The Qing Dynasty is finished, but there is still such an inhumane habit."

"TNN, I want to see who dares to bully my sister. Believe it or not, I will climb the wall and throw a grenade at his house in the middle of the night..."

......

The master looked at the girl who didn't look like a girl in front of him, and his heart ached. Looking at the sharp and rebellious eyes, his heart was touched. He had seen such eyes in Bai Ma's eyes, but Bai Ma's eyes were not as sharp and confident as this child's. It was like a fight of trapped beasts, which disappeared after a short period of time.

Bai Ma's child is even more dull. He has too much pressure on him, so he can only bear it silently and lacks rebelliousness.

The girl in front of him seemed to have an extremely strong confidence and was a troublemaker who could easily turn the tide.

At this moment, Zhang Xingxing's figure entered the master's sight. He did not talk about fate as usual, but stared at Zhang Xingxing's eyes that were particularly bright because of anger, and said: "Then give it a try."

Take a gamble.

Zhang Xingxing shuddered as he looked at his master's eyes, which seemed calm but had a hint of madness and gambling in them.

Hiss~ I always feel that this old bald donkey has bad intentions...