I traveled through the Cretaceous period and farmed with the ever-changing dog egg.

"Wow~Wow~"

Several crows landed on the corpse to feed, and when they saw Lin Chaoyan arrive, they all tilted their heads to look at her.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and rotting flesh. Swords and armor lay scattered on the ground, blood stained the earth, and corpses littered the landscape, leaving no place to step.

A gentle breeze stirred her hair, causing her skirt to flutter. Today, to project an air of sophistication, Lin Chaoyan had deliberately worn her most flamboyant "Cloud-like Robe," a flowing, shimmering fabric as light as the sunset. The robe was adorned with delicate embroidery and sparkling beads. It was an exceptionally light and ethereal garment.

Wearing a lotus crown, with silver as the main color and various pearls and gemstones as embellishments, crystal tassels, the most striking feature of the whole outfit is the matching tassel hair ornament, which tinkles like a wind chime in the slightest.

The stench of rotting flesh filled her nostrils, making her nauseous and unwilling to take another step. There were at least a dozen rotting corpses around her, and her attire gave Lin Chaoyan an indescribable eerie beauty amidst the battlefield.

Glancing down at the severed hands at her feet, she realized she'd only ever seen this scene on TV before; it was nothing like being there in person. Whose sons, fathers, husbands were these? "Ten thousand miles I journeyed to the battlefield, crossing mountains and passes as if flying; generals die in a hundred battles, brave soldiers return after ten years. I take off my wartime robe, reveal my true form; I comb my hair by the window, I apply makeup before the mirror." Lin Chaoyan rose into the air, pulled out her phone, and played a section of the Great Compassion Mantra for them.

South Mora Nadara Yaya

Nanmo Ariyakana

Sagala Belejana

Yuhara

Jia Ya

Datagadaya

Ahlahati

Sangye Sangbudaya

Namo Sarua

Tatagatti Be

Ahlahati

Sanya Sangbuti feed

Namo Arya Avalokiteshvara… (The protagonist doesn't believe in Buddhism, but this is the only phrase he knows on his phone; he uses it to relax when he's under too much academic pressure.)

"Sometimes I really wish this was all a dream, and I could wake up in class." I don't know if this will work, but you guys can make do with it!

[Yan Yan, there are two survivors not far away.] Do you want to save them? If you don't, history will automatically correct itself, and at worst, those people will come to clean up the mess.

"Survivors? Where are they?" Of course, she had to save them. If she didn't know, that was fine; if she did, she'd definitely save them. As long as it didn't harm others or herself, Lin Chaoyan would save them within her capabilities.

[2500 meters at the 9 o'clock position!]

I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! Help me, whoever it is, please help me...

He was already emaciated, with only a faint breath left, lying quietly among the corpses. His sallow, thin face began to take on an ominous deathly gray hue. His eyes were sunken, with obvious black marks in the sockets, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were deeper. The flesh on his cheeks had slumped severely, and his dry, bloodless lips occasionally twitched, emitting painful and helpless groans that revealed an undisguised despair.

An arm extends through the corpse, yearning for someone to grab it.

His vision blurred, and suddenly he heard a series of heavenly sounds. A light appeared in his vision, and in the light was an extremely beautiful goddess.

Goddess? Who? Me? Oh, you're too kind! Lin Chaoyan, accompanied by her own entrance music, slowly landed from the air and grasped the small hand. With a flick of her sleeve, the corpse was moved aside and lay side by side on the ground, revealing a mother and child.

The little boy's vision blurred the moment she grabbed him; he wanted to wipe away his tears but was powerless to do so.

How could there be women and children on the battlefield? The woman had long since lost consciousness. Lin Chaoyan looked at the tearful child and gently wiped away his tears, comforting him. "Don't be afraid! I'm here."

No, don't close your eyes, don't leave me! The little boy's eyelids grew heavier and heavier as he watched the light drift further and further away. He cried out in despair in his heart, waving his hands in an attempt to grasp even the slightest bit of light, before finally succumbing to darkness.

"Huh? Oh no, did Jiuga happen while I was saying a few words?" Lin Chaoyan quickly picked up the mother and child and flew back.

In the guest room, Lin Chaoyan used her divine sense to examine the mother and son. There were no fatal injuries; the main problem was excessive blood loss, one on the back and the other in the abdomen, compounded by hunger.

As she was about to clean their wounds, she found her wrist suddenly gripped tightly by the boy. Lin Chaoyan initially thought he had woken up, but upon turning her head, she realized it wasn't entirely an unconscious action.

She couldn't pry him open, and she was afraid of hurting him if she used force, so she could only coax him softly, "Be good! I won't leave, I'll always be with you..." Just as she was about to lose patience, the little boy let go.

Lin Chaoyan deftly cut open their clothes with scissors, carrying out basins of bloody water. She cleaned the wounds with saline solution, disinfected them with iodine, and then administered local anesthesia. Using an embroidery needle sterilized with alcohol, she sewed them up. She simply bandaged them and even tied a perfect bow.

The adults are alright; they can make do with their own clothes. But what about the child? "Should we wait until his mother wakes up and then ask him?"

Fearing that she might have hurt them, she specially used her magic to restore them to 60%. Lin Chaoyan dared not let the mother and son recover any more slowly in the future.

High-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods. Chef Chen, oops, Chef Lin, who's had a long day, is preparing…

Lin Chaoyan went to the kitchen, scooped out a bowl of rice, washed it clean, poured it into a pot, and simmered it over low heat. She then went to the vegetable garden and gathered all the vegetables and plants that did not exist in this era. She picked two green vegetables and cooked them into a vegetable porridge.

The mother and son slept for a whole day. During this time, Lin Chaoyan was worried that their wounds might get infected and cause fever at night, so she chose to sit and meditate beside them.

In the early morning, the boy in bed slightly moved his eyelashes, then fell silent again. After a while, he finally struggled to open his eyes. The glaring sunlight made him feel very uncomfortable, and he subconsciously closed his eyes again, then tried to slowly open them again.

Then, he finally opened his eyes, his gaze hazy from sleep. He looked at the strange thing on the ceiling, then weakly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes—this time he was finally fully awake.

Where am I? What is that? As he wondered, a clear, melodious voice reached his ears. Her gentle voice, like a clear spring, cleansed his soul.

"Little white rabbit, white as snow, with two ears standing upright! Loves to eat carrots and green vegetables..."

Lin Chaoyan was playing with rabbits in the courtyard. In the sunlight, her face, clearly meticulously groomed, appeared even more gentle and serene than her usual cool and beautiful features. A white jade hairpin adorned her simple updo, her long, dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She wore a light blue robe with a floral pattern, the waist cinched high to accentuate her slender figure.

At her feet, a long skirt adorned with layers upon layers of vibrant red and purple peonies was revealed, its hem embroidered with gold and silver threads, making it dazzling and eye-catching at first glance.

Noticing the gaze directed at her, she tilted her slender neck to the side and smiled faintly.

Lin Chaoyan put down the rabbit and slowly walked into the house.

The boy was still reeling from her smile, which felt like a warm and bright spring breeze.

That smile stirred a ripple in his heart, as if the whole world had brightened. He couldn't resist it, nor did he want to. He felt his heart pounding in his chest. This feeling intoxicated him, leaving him unable to extricate himself.

I was pulled back to my senses by a familiar voice beside me, "You're awake?"

The young boy looked at her, his eyes still cold and desolate, but now they held a different color and a deep-seated obsession.

Why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute? "Kid? Are you alright?" Kid, can't you at least say something?

"Who are you?" A child? I'll grow up! You don't look any bigger than me.

Hearing him speak, Lin Chaoyan visibly breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew! At least he's not mute! Oh, right, I'm sorry, I cut your clothes. I don't have any children's clothes here, and I don't know how to sew. You'll have to stay naked until your mother wakes up."

Naked? He then realized that he was completely naked, and his abdomen had been bandaged and tied in a neat knot. He immediately blushed and awkwardly shoved himself into the blankets.

"No, it's alright!" You saved my life, what are these clothes compared to that! He felt awkward about being seen naked by the person he loved.

Lin Chaoyan turned and left, then returned with a bowl of vegetable and lean meat porridge in her hand.

"Eat up! Call me when you're done eating, or if you need any help."

He held the steaming porridge in his hands, feeling a sensation he had never experienced before. He cherished this feeling, and a flicker of worry crossed his eyes as he glanced at his mother lying peacefully beside him.

"Mother, how can I catch this bright moon?"