After rebirth, Xiaotuanzi is soft and A

Nie Xiaomo buried herself in the quilt. About an hour later, Nie's mother knocked on the door.

"Momo, the meal is ready, let's go out to eat."

Nie Xiaomo buried her whole face in the pillow, and responded muffledly, but did not move.

The fatigue in her heart made her not even want to move a finger at this moment.

At the door, Mother Nie heard Nie Xiaomo's muffled voice, hesitated for a while, and then pushed the door and walked in.

Looking at Nie Xiaomo lying on the bed without moving, she sighed leisurely, and then sat down gently by the bed.

Nie Xiaomo only felt that the edge of the bed had collapsed, turned her head slightly, and met Nie's mother's worried eyes.

"Mom" Nie Xiaomo called out in a low voice, the fragility between her brows was clearly visible.

Mother Nie didn't know what Nie Xiaomo had gone through, but mother and child were connected, how could she not feel the pain and depression of Nie Xiaomo at this time?
Nie Xiaomo's head was caressed with a generous big hand, soothing her confused and uneasy heart, Nie's mother comforted her gently, "Momo, let's take things slowly, don't put too much pressure on yourself.

You are still so young, but you are only seventeen or eighteen years old. There is still a long way to go in the future. A person's life is so long, and there are many things, we are not in a hurry.

Mom believes in you, you can definitely do anything you want, because mom's Momo is the best child in the world. "

Mother Nie's generous and warm palm caressed Nie Xiaomo's head, like a big umbrella that can cover the sky, blocking all the wind and rain outside.

Looking at Mama Nie's eyes, Nie Xiaomo felt so hot inside.

Nie Xiaomo suddenly got up and hugged Mama Nie, put her head in Mama Nie's arms, and sobbed softly, "Mom, if only I went earlier, I might be fine."

Nie Xiaomo said intermittently, she had never hated herself so much like now, if she had gone earlier, or if she had been stronger, maybe she would not be as powerless as she is now.

Nie Xiaomo loathed herself and took all the responsibility on herself, and Nie's mother couldn't help but feel distressed seeing Nie Xiaomo blame herself so much.

Embracing Nie Xiaomo, her eyes were slightly red, but she comforted her softly, just like she did when she was a child, and said softly, "It's okay, Momo is not afraid, mom is here, mom is here, Momo is not afraid."

Nie Xiaomo lay in Mama Nie's arms, holding on to Mama Nie's sleeves tightly, like a drowning person finally catching a floating wooden stake and breathing for a while.

After a long time, Nie Xiaomo stopped sobbing, raised her head slightly to wipe away her tears, her eyes were red and swollen, but she said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, Mom, I made you worry."

Mother Nie looked at Nie Xiaomo's strong-willed appearance, sighed slightly, and stroked her messy hair behind her ears, "Silly boy, tell mom what I'm sorry for."

"Momo, you don't have to be so strong in front of your mother."

Nie Xiaomo looked into Nie's mother's eyes, pursed her lips when she heard the words, but pretended to smile relaxedly, "Mom, I'm really fine, but I feel depressed, it's much better to cry now, you Don't worry about it."

Nie Xiaomo rolled her eyes when she said this, but the bitterness in her eyes was so clear.

However, Mother Nie only sighed slightly when she heard the words, but didn't say anything more.

Momo is so strong, she can't put salt in her heart anymore.

At the dinner table, Nie Xiaomo ate a few mouthfuls, then went back to the room.

Now that she has established her foundation, she should not have to eat anymore, but in order to make Father Nie and Mother Nie not so worried, she still endured two bites.

After returning to the room, Nie Xiaomo went straight into the Lingyu space, but in the living room, Nie's father and Nie's mother were worried about Nie Xiaomo.

"Old Nie, why don't we reject the competition invitation sent by the school and let Momo take a good rest?"

Nie's mother remembered the phone call from home two days ago, and said with a frown, and Nie's father also frowned when he heard the words, but after thinking for a while, he still said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about this matter first, let's wait and see." Then ask Momo for her thoughts, if Momo doesn't want to go, then it's not too late for us to say no."

Two days ago, the school called and said that Nie Xiaomo had been selected into the provincial team to participate in the biology competition in mid-August.

Originally, the call was made directly to Nie Xiaomo's cell phone, but because Nie Xiaomo was still in the hidden spirit world at the time, he didn't receive it.

The school called Nie's father and Nie's mother's number reserved by Nie Xiaomo after several calls to no avail.

Those who participate in the finals of the biological competition are generally selected from 30 first prizes in the rematch, and the eight selected will represent the province to participate in the national finals.

Nie Xiaomo and Zhou Ran won the first prize in the previous semi-finals, and they both ranked relatively high, so after comprehensive consideration by the province, Nie Xiaomo and Zhou Ran were selected. As for the remaining six people, it was Top students from other schools.

Nie Xiaomo didn't know what Nie's father and Nie's mother were planning, and she was training hard in the space.

She has practiced the first style of Qiankun Sword Art, Fengqi, to perfection, and after entering the foundation building, the second style Yunyong can be used naturally, and because she was directly promoted to the late stage of foundation establishment, the third style Thunder can also be used. together.

After a little practice, the second style, Yun Yong, has already been mastered. After all, she has already built the eighth floor of the foundation, and Yun Yong corresponds to the moves in the early stage of foundation building.

As for the third form of thunder, Nie Xiaomo can only be regarded as stepping into it with one foot. After all, she is promoted by leaps and bounds and lacks the necessary accumulation, so she can only gradually become familiar and mastered through continuous practice and practice.

"Master, rest, don't practice." Dan Yan stood under the big tree, watching Nie Xiaomo who was frantically practicing sword, frowning slightly.

The master has been practicing swords since she entered the space, and every move seems to be venting, and the moves are fierce and deadly.

Dan Yan sighed, both helpless and distressed.

But Nie Xiaomo turned a deaf ear to Danyan's comforting words, and just kept drawing the sword, turning around, and drawing the sword again!

At this moment, she had already entered the realm of selflessness. If it was said that she just wanted to do something to distract her attention at first, but at this moment, she was completely immersed in the moves of Qiankun Sword Art.

As Nie Xiaomo continued to swing the sword, the ten thousand year spirit marrow sealed in her body by Wushuang also leaked out from the cracks in the seal bit by bit, nourishing Nie Xiaomo's body and spirit.

When Nie Xiaomo sweated profusely and slashed out the last sword, a thunderous sound suddenly resounded in the Lingyu space, like a flat ground suddenly appearing, shocking everyone and everything in the space.

The blue-eyed gray rabbit that Nie Xiaomo placed in the space shrank its neck in fright, and jumped up behind Xiu with the little bunny in its mouth.

And Nie Xiaomo finally stopped after using this sword, her eyes closed tightly as if she was recalling the sudden and clear sword move just now.

After a long time, Nie Xiaomo opened his eyes, put away his sword, turned around and entered the hall, and started refining the talisman.

In this restless world, she has no right to be weak.

Since Yuan Ying can't save the uncle, then she will become a more powerful distraction than Yuan Ying. If distraction can't work, then Mahayana!

Going up, even if it is crossing the catastrophe, she will rescue the uncle!