"That poor sister, have you ever seen my grandparents?"
Flow son looked at me, "miss a few days ago you really broke your head? How come you don’t remember anything? How can I see your grandfather than your husband’s wife? "
"Oh!" I asked again, "So you didn’t think of going back to the ghost side?"
She bowed her head. "Ten years ago, when I married a woman, my wife promised me to be a free man, and my master sent someone to help me find my relatives, but when I got it, my father was at odds with the ghost king. After this battle, the tribe had already fallen apart and returned to my place."
"Do you hate them?" I asked
"who?" She asked.
"Wen Zhong and Ji Chang"
She sighed, "When my mother died, she told me to avenge my father and brother, but I’m a woman and I have a spiritual power, such as being able to fight against Wen Zhong by magic." Besides, if Xibo, I wouldn’t live today. "
When pity went to get bath soap, I suddenly noticed several red marks on her back, which extended from shoulder blades to buttocks. "Sister pity, what is this?"
I put my hand to touch the pity horse to avoid me, put my arm around her waist and let her escape. When I touched the trace on her back, she could shake easily. It was obviously a whip mark that was formed soon, and it could be seen that she was tortured naked.
But pity mother’s maid, who can make her strip naked and torture her like this? Is it one of my parents? How can my seemingly loving parents treat people so violently?
"Miss, you really don’t remember?" Tears in the eyes of pity son "At that time, you pleaded for me …"
"Is it because of me?" I asked, "What did I do wrong?"
Poor son pulled my hand. "You are the master. How can you be wrong?"
She climbed out of the pool and called Pinger and Tweety from the outside to "help miss dry" and then left with clothes on without drying herself.
Lying in bed, although I feel extremely tired, the pain all over my body still makes me unable to sleep. Adding pity to my child’s scars, I suspect that it is with me or the former Nezha, but she refuses to talk to me, which makes me particularly nervous.
I don’t know how long it took, but it seems that I came to a strange abode of fairies and immortals. A figure in a robe sat cross-legged and I walked over. "Master? ！”
"Which master is this?" I asked, "Is it Jinguangdong?"
"This is your dream," Taiyi replied.
I wonder, "Did I dream about you or did you enter my dream?"
Teacher Taiyi smiled, "Nezha is really a geek who entered your dream. The teacher is now far away from you in Wan Li. If it is not urgent, you will not meet in this way."
I suddenly became nervous.
Teacher Taiyi then asked, "Did you leak your essence twice today?"
My horse realized what he said and blushed, but I should be a girl now.
"Nezha half a month ago that has made your innate psychic instability. Today, although it has little effect, many a mickle makes a mickle will also affect your spiritual growth and stability. You can meditate on this tactic when the essence soars, which can feed back the essence …"
Wake up early, the dream is not clear, but the solid formula is clear, the pain in the chest and body is relieved, and I feel refreshed.
I put on my underwear and hurried to the Academy to continue reciting ancient poems in the afternoon. At first, six girls practiced combined movements together, and then changed tights with Xiaoqian to continue physical training.
Probably because Caiyun Tong was not as harsh on me as he was the day before, he was especially careful when he helped me leg press, but it was no longer so painful to practice after ligament pulling.
It is reasonable to ask a little boy to give me such a well-dressed girl, leg press. This should not be the feeling. I will still feel excited when his hand presses the root of my thigh, but there will be no embarrassing things happening again.
When I got home, I finally thought about my pity and finally couldn’t bear to ask my mother.
"Mother, some things have been completely forgotten since the fall of the building. Is there a whiplash injury to my sister?"
Mother looked at me. "My son has forgotten and will remember? It’s not your fault. Are you asking questions? "
I didn’t get into the habit of asking questions when I silently quit my previous life.
I still feel depressed when I go back to my room. I see Pinger, "Sister Pinger takes a bath with me?"
I didn’t expect Ping Er to plop on his knees when he heard my words. "Miss, don’t call Sister Ping Er! If you let the old lady hear you, you will punish Ping Er. "
"What’s the matter?" I feel funny. "I haven’t always called sister pity and I haven’t seen her!" "
Ping Er didn’t look up. "My sister, Mrs. Shi, has been taking care of her since childhood for many years. Mrs. Ping Er’s humble status once promised her freedom. How dare she compare with her?"
I’m a little impatient. "Come on, get up! I just don’t call. "
Pinger walked into the bathroom with me to help me undress. I asked Pinger, "Poor son was punished half a month ago because I called her Sister Poor son, right?"
"No" Ping Er answered.
"What is that for?" I asked
"Ping Er doesn’t know," she said, "but Ping Er knows that if Ping Er made a mistake like that of her sister, she would die."
So serious?
I didn’t ask again, "Ping Er, you also took off your clothes to accompany me to water."
"Miss" Pinger refused. "How can Pinger take a bath with a poor identity and dirty body?"
That’s it again!
"Afraid of what? There are no outsiders here. Who will know? " I can’t help but tear Pinger’s dress to reveal her shy body inside.
"Don’t miss!" Pinger desperately grabbed her skirt to cover her exposed body and plopped down at my feet. "Excuse me, miss!"
I looked down at Ping Er, who was shaking all over, and I was afraid that Ping Er was not a master or a lady, but a former Nezha young master in Nezha.
But what did I do? I didn’t hit you, and I didn’t scold you. I don’t even have that now, and I can’t do anything to you. Why do you treat me like a monster?
"You go out!" I said I saw her not moving, and I roared, "Get out!"
"Yes, Miss" Ping Er rushed up and ran out of the bathroom, rolling and crawling.
I sat down to the cold and very angry.
I finally know that Nezha is not only a troublemaker, but also a scourge at home. I also know how arrogant my parents have been to Nezha, and now this unlucky woman is more like Shi Ji and Teacher Taiyi conspiring to punish that little bastard.
Coming out of the bathroom, I saw Tweety "Tweety, call Pinger! Give me a massage together. "
"yes, miss"
I took off my bathrobe and wanted to be served by them like this, but seeing Ping’s appearance seems to make her feel more afraid of being naked. Then wear that tights for training and wrap half of her body.
9 Lingli
When Pinger appeared, her eyes were still red. I couldn’t help but feel upset, but I finally refrained from losing my temper. Poor girl, I wake up and be more sympathetic, okay?
However, there is a gap between us, and I can neither comfort her nor apologize to her.
I lie prone on the bed, close my eyes and let them knead me.
"Miss, your clothes are so smooth." Tweety rubbed my shoulder through the sleeve.
"It’s not easy to press through the sleeve, is it?" I asked, "Then rub your legs more! My thighs are sore. "
"No, miss," Tweety said. "Even the best silk in our hometown is not as supple as miss clothes."
I laughed to myself. This is not a decoration at all. How can it be compared?
"Where is your hometown?" I asked casually, but I didn’t hear her answer for a long time
I turned over and found that they were whispering. Tweety turned her head and saw my eyes and quickly said, "Miss Tweety was young when she left home and didn’t know where home was."
Should I ask? It’s hard to satisfy my curiosity if I don’t ask, but I’m afraid to hear the sad story like pity again.