Warm my heart

As he moved through the data stream, his eyes flickered with complex glints. "Nuannuan, are you ready?"

His voice echoed in the space.

Nuannuan nodded.

"Ready, let's begin."

Gungun nodded and began to input commands. The data stream began to rotate in space, forming a huge vortex.

Nuannuan stood in the center of the vortex, her body began to become transparent, and her soul began to travel through time and space.

Ma Dingdang looked at Nuannuan deeply, and her body was swallowed by the whirlpool.

The morning sun shines through the gaps in the curtains.

Sprinkled on Dingdang's little bed, golden light danced in the air.

Like a naughty elf.

The room was filled with a faint floral fragrance, which was a greeting from the early blooming flowers in the garden outside the window.

Ma Dingdang turned over gently in his sleep, frowning slightly, as if he encountered some trouble in his dream.

"Ding-dang, get up. It's time to practice."

A gentle voice sounded in her ears, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, bringing ripples.

This is the voice of Madonna, Dingdang's aunt, always so gentle and patient.

Ma Dingdang was a little dazed. She opened her hazy eyes and everything in front of her gradually became clear.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to dispel the lingering dream.

Was she dreaming just now?

In her dream, she seemed to see the end of the world, and she also dreamed that she fell in love with a man.

But I couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, so I didn’t know whether he was handsome or not.

She sighed softly.

Well, she is only 5 years old now, so let’s think about how to marry my aunt off.

All I do every day is tell her to practice, and my ears are so callused from hearing her practice.

Tinker Bell patted her chubby little face, trying to wake herself up.

She found her little clothes and changed into her training clothes without any hassle.

Then she went to the bathroom to wash up, and the cool water made her completely awake.

Looking in the mirror, I see a pair of big, clear eyes that reveal the innocence and curiosity of a child.

When she left the room, she saw that breakfast had been placed in the living room. Tinker Bell saw that her aunt was already sitting at the table.

"Good morning, auntie." Her voice was clear and sweet, like a child's.

Madonna smiled at Tinker Bell and said, "Ting-Dang, get up, eat quickly and practice some martial arts. We'll be going up soon."

Her eyes were full of doting, and she always had endless patience and love for this little niece.

Although she is only 5 years old, she is already a first-grade student in elementary school.

Ma Dingdang sat at the dining table, looking at the simple yet nutritionally balanced breakfast in front of him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

She knew that although she was still young, she had already shouldered the family's expectations and responsibilities.

After breakfast, Ma Dingdang followed his aunt to the training ground in the backyard.

This is the tradition of the Ma family, and of every child in the Ma family.

People start learning martial arts from a young age to strengthen their bodies and to pass on the family's martial arts.

In the training ground, the morning light shines on the bluestone slabs, and everything seems so quiet and peaceful.

Ma Dingdang stood in the middle of the field. Although her figure was petite, her posture was extremely steady.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

He began to practice the family's martial arts routines, move by move.

Every movement she makes is so serious and every move is so precise.

Although she is still young, she has a spirit of not giving up.

Although she is a girl, she will never lose to anyone in the way of martial arts.

Madonna stood aside, her eyes closely following Ma Dingdang's movements.

There was both sternness and admiration in her eyes.

She knew that although her little niece was young, her talent and perseverance were enough to allow her to go further on the path of martial arts.

As time went on, Ma Dingdang's movements became smoother and her breathing became steady.

She felt a power surging in her body. It was the power in her family bloodline and the essence of martial arts passed down from generation to generation in the Ma family.

As night fell, Ma Dingdang lay in bed, her eyes gazing at the starry sky outside the window, her heart full of longing for the future.

Although she is still young, she already has responsibilities on her shoulders.

She wants to become stronger, not only for herself, but also for her family and those she loves.

She closed her eyes, and the figure of the man in her dream appeared again.

Although his face was still blurry, she could feel his warmth and strength.

She believed that one day, she would meet him and they would face the challenges of the future together.

A smile appeared on Ma Dingdang's lips. She knew that no matter what the future held, she would move forward bravely.

Because she is the daughter of the Ma family, she has an indomitable will and endless potential.

Ma Dingdang sat at the wooden table in the study, her eyes fixed on the yellowed notebook in front of her.

The hand-written notes are a secret book passed down from generation to generation in the Ma family, recording the secrets and missions of the women in the Ma family.

Although she was only 6 years old, she was able to read every word in the notebook and understand every story in it.

"The women of the Ma family have made it their mission to kill generals and ministers their entire lives."

She murmured the words on the handkerchief.

There was a heaviness in her voice that didn't belong to someone her age.

Starting from their ancestor Ma Ling'er, the women of the Ma family can no longer shed a tear for men.

After shedding tears, you will lose all your magic power.

According to the records of the Ma family.

When the descendant's magic power is higher than that of their ancestor Ma Ling'er, the Tearless Curse will become invalid.

Ma Dingdang's small hand gently stroked the cover of the hand-bound book, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

She must practice hard and surpass Ma Ling'er to make the Tearless Curse ineffective.

Jiang Chen was born from the resentment and foul energy of heaven and earth. He is immortal, indestructible and immortal.

Excluded from the six paths of sentient beings by the three realms of heaven, earth and man.

Wandering and displaced, he uses resentment as strength and blood as food in the human world.

Use the blood of all living beings to vent endless loneliness.

Ma Dingdang closed her eyes, and the image of Jiang Chen appeared in her mind.

His figure was tall and lonely, his eyes filled with endless sadness.

She didn't know why she felt sympathy for such a legendary demon.

But there was an indescribable emotion in her heart.

She opened the notebook again, trying to find a way to eliminate Jiang Chen.

The notes record many battles between the ancestors of the Ma family and their generals and ministers.

Some of our ancestors encountered him, but they all let him run away.

Ma Dingdang frowned.

She, Ma Dingdang, is determined to destroy Jiang Chen.

In Ma Dingdang's room.

A dim desk lamp emitted a soft light, shining on her focused face.

Her eyes were fixed on the family handbook in her hand.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was searching for some important secret.

Suddenly, a strange wave spread around her.

The space seemed to be distorted, and Ma Dingdang's figure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Ma Dingdang looked at this strange place curiously.