After picking up a system

Ling Zhiqing

I have lived two lives, and as the third life is about to begin, I don’t want to live anymore.

My name is Ling Zhiqing, Ling in Ling Rongzhi, Zhi in Ling Rongzhi, and Qing in blue. I am very happy that my father gave me such a name, and my father must love my mother very much. By the way, my mother is Ling Rongzhi.

I never saw my mother, ever.

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In my first life, I died at the age of thirteen. At that time, I had just reached the peak of the initial stage of foundation building and was about to break through, but I was killed, and I didn’t even know who killed me.

In my second life, in order to avoid a recurrence of what happened in my previous life, I practiced hard every day and even pestered my father to spend more time with me.

I have become a genius in the eyes of others, but geniuses are bound to be envied. I don’t care. I just want to live a good life.

Not caring is fake.

I have my first and only friend who is not Danfeng.

Her name is An Ruzhi, and she is Jianfeng’s senior sister.

Unlike her senior sister, An Ruzhi is very popular. Both fellow disciples from Jianfeng and disciples from other peaks believe in her.

Unlike me, she doesn’t have any dignity as the eldest senior sister.

My fellow junior brothers and sisters are busy practicing every day, as is my father and the great elder.

I seem to be the same.

I am now seventeen years old, in the late stage of foundation building, and I am still called a genius.

I was happy that I was not killed at the age of thirteen, but I was also afraid that someone I didn't know would kill me again.

An Ruzhi really is what she imagined herself to be as a senior sister.

He was killed by An Ruzhi.

I looked at her calm and expressionless face in horror.

I am dead and should be reincarnated, but I am floating around my father and An Ruzhi. Is it because I still have obsessions?

I followed An Ruzhi and watched her return to the sect with wounds all over her body and my body.

She is so cruel to herself that her left hand is drooping. Isn't she afraid that it will affect her ability to use the sword in the future?

The facts she stated were simply unbelievable to me.

Can you tell me again how I died?

Can you tell me again how you got injured?

She was almost amused.

My father believed it.

I:......

An Ruzhi's popularity has increased, and she is known everywhere for risking her life to save people.

Some people even blamed me and blamed me for An Ruzhi's left hand injury.

I:......

It's simply outrageous.

An Ruzhi is a traitor, she slept with that demon lord!

My death was a great blow to everyone in Danfeng. Thinking of these relatives, I couldn't help but feel sad.

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My father actually treats An Ruzhi as his own daughter!

Well, in their opinion, An Ruzhi suffered serious injuries in order to save me, and he went through so much trouble to bring my body back to the sect. He is truly a kind-hearted person who deserves to be struck by lightning.

Although I know this, I still feel a little sad.

My father would run to my mother's and my grave and cry, talking about how miserable his life was.

She went to comfort her father and told him to live well, as her father could not sense her presence.

The next second, her father began to praise An Ruzhi, saying that she was young and promising and had great talent...

I don’t know why, but seeing him with a smile on his face, like a kind father, I felt even angrier than when I saw An Ruzhi betraying the monks.

But is it wrong for him to think this way?

I don’t know. I started to compare his attitude towards me with his attitude towards An Ruzhi.

The more this happened, the sadder I became, because with my death, his kindness to me came to an abrupt end, but his kindness to An Ruzhi continued.

So I stopped following him.

I went to An Ruzhi, who was rolling around on the bed with the demon lord, and I left again.

Perhaps the soul is not suitable to stay in this world. My memory was confused for a long time. When I woke up again, An Ruzhi's cultivation had reached a very high level. She was about to ascend to become an immortal.

It was strange, I felt like I was stabbed when she took out the bottle of medicine.

An Ruzhi was taken to the upper realm ahead of time, and I actually followed her.

......

It turns out that they killed me for the token. It turns out that the token has such a use.

I was discovered.

I have a feeling I might live again.

I have lived two lives already. When my soul dissipated and was about to start the third life, I didn't want to live anymore.

池辞

I knew from a young age that I was not the biological child of the Chi family.

That was what my father and mother told me in person when I was still harboring fantasies.

After they finished speaking, I started crying and I didn’t know why I was crying. I still don’t know why now.

Since I was a child, I have been called the Young Pavilion Master, and everything is handled according to the will of the next Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion, but for the things I have, everyone is required to prepare double.

They are probably looking forward to the return of the person who was maliciously lost.

They clearly said during the quarrel that the other party would not be alive, but I couldn't say anything.

Because of my silence, I was beaten, a bottle was thrown into the house, and then the light went dark again.

This is a punishment for me.

The wound was burning with pain and I didn't want to move.

I don’t know who my biological parents are. Maybe I am an orphan, or maybe I suddenly fell from the sky one day.

......

I met a person who was like both my father and my mother, and I can be sure that this was the person my father and mother were looking for.

My parents were very happy to hear the news.

I feel a little lost, but this is not the life I should be living, right?

Chi Qingshan has not come back, the double portion of things is no longer available, and I am the only young pavilion master.

I don’t know what Chi Qingshan said to his father, but they stopped arguing.

Should I be happy?

When Chi Qingshan died, the news was not widely spread, but my father asked me to collect the body. I went, and they hugged each other, as if they died in happiness.

I really want to be like them.

Don't take on responsibilities that don't belong to you.

I wish I were not my father and mother’s child. I wish I were my father and mother’s child.

Unfortunately, no if.