Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

"Xiao Ran, do you believe in rebirth?"

"what?"

Chu Xiaoran frowned in confusion, unable to understand why Nan Jinming would suddenly ask him such a question.

"It's like a person dies and then comes back to life. No, no, it's like a person comes back to life when he is several years younger."

"How is this possible? The dead cannot be resurrected! This is impossible, absolutely impossible."

Chu Xiaoran shook his head repeatedly. He absolutely did not believe that such a thing would happen. Such ghost power and supernatural talk could never exist.

Chu Xiaoran was absolutely unwilling to believe that such a thing existed. If such a thing as rebirth really existed, wouldn’t the whole world be in chaos?

So are there still any gods, demons, or monsters now?

But I have lived for almost twenty years and have never seen any ghosts.

"Xiao Ran, calm down first and let me tell you slowly."

Nan Jinming reached out and held Chu Xiaoran's somewhat cold hand, warming him with his palm.

"Ah."

Chu Xiaoran nodded in response, feeling the warmth from her palm. Even if it was a ghost or god, it would not be as warm as Nan Jinming was now.

"In fact, I am now reborn. In fact, I have experienced many, many things."

"Then how did you die?"

Chu Xiaoran seemed to have no choice but to accept this reality, but he still felt sorry for Nan Jinming in front of him and wanted to know why she was reborn.

"I was murdered by a traitor. In my last life, I fought on the battlefield and became one of the best young generals in Ye Country. I never thought that I would not die in the battlefield, but be beheaded in public on the execution ground."

"Who hurt you?"

Chu Xiaoran looked at Nan Jinming, who seemed dazed in front of him. He knew everything that she had experienced in her previous life and felt very distressed.

Nan Jinming was silent for a moment and then changed the subject: "I lived for my country in my previous life, and I want to live for myself in this life, so I faked my death and escaped from the battlefield."

Chu Xiaoran didn’t think she was a coward. On second thought, there was nothing wrong with wanting to live freely again even if she knew her own ending.

"Who hurt you?"

Chu Xiaoran was not diverted by her topic and gave up his persistence. What Nan Jinming said seemed to be very similar to what he had dreamed of, as if what he had dreamed of was what happened in Nan Jinming's previous life.

"I do not know either."

Nan Jinming's eyes dimmed, without any light. What should he say? Should he say that he was framed by a man and ended up like this?

"Wuma Xie! I want to see him. Hurry and ask your master to come out and see me!"

Murong Beitang, dressed in military uniform, broke into the southern border military camp alone. He rode a tall horse and wandered outside the camp for a long time, holding a spear in his hand.

The red tassel on the spear danced in the wind, and Murong Beitang's eyes were filled with immense resentment.

Wu Ma Xie, wearing the unique clothing of southern Xinjiang, slowly walked out of the tent, his smooth insteps stepping on the grass, and the silver ornaments on his body jingling as he walked.

With a hint of bewitchment in his charming eyes, he looked with a smile at Murong Beitang, who was riding on a horse in front of him with an angry look on his face.

"General Murong, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are in the same bad temper as usual."

Wu Ma Xie curled his lips and smiled slightly, but this smile angered Murong Beitang.

"What? Don't you know what you did? Why do you have to pretend you don't know in front of me?"

Murong Beitang held the spear tightly behind his back. Now there were many Southern Xinjiang soldiers surrounding the tent. With just Wu Ma Xie's order, Murong Beitang would be surrounded quickly.

Murong Beitang looked at Wu Maxie who had an indifferent expression in front of her. She didn't understand how the man who was so affectionate to her the last moment could become a stranger the next second.

It was clearly him who took the initiative to approach me, but now he was tossing me around like an object.

What on earth is this?

Could the person who was whispering in my ear the last moment be a fake?

Wu Ma Xie clasped his hands across his chest, and the silver bracelet on his hand reflected the sun's light and fell on Murong Beitang.

Murong Beitang turned her head, and the next moment, a silver needle shot towards her. Murong Beitang was unable to dodge and was hit by the needle.

Murong Beitang looked at Mo Lu in disbelief. The silver needle on her left shoulder gradually made her feel that her body was out of control, and her left hand holding the reins gradually lost its strength.

"I didn't expect that you people from Southern Xinjiang would resort to such despicable means! You are truly unworthy, yet you dare to fight against my great Ye Nation!"

Wu Ma Xie put down his hands and raised his chin. The silver ring around his neck gradually made some crisp sounds as he walked. His smooth feet walked on the grass very briskly.

Murong Beitang felt his vision was a little blurry. Could it be that the silver needle just now was poisonous?

Wu Ma Xie gradually walked towards her with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Who would have thought that General Murong is such a romantic man?"