[Red Mansion] The First Immortal of the Three Realms

She was very familiar with that woman, she was the one she had just met when she entered Lujia Village, and the scar on the center of her eyebrow happened to prove her identity.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then squatted on the ground, turned Nezha's body upright, stared at him for a while, then raised her hand, and slapped him hard on the face twice.

Following the girl's two slaps hard, Nezha came to his senses, but his vision was a little blurry, he couldn't see anything clearly, so he could only struggle to sit up straight.

When the girl saw that he woke up, instead of letting out a sigh of relief, she pushed him to the ground heavily.

Daiyu couldn't figure out what she was thinking, so she could only quietly watch the girl's every move.

After the girl threw Nezha on the ground, she fished out another object from the barrel, which looked like a piece of worn-out rag with mottled marks on it.

The girl took the rag and rubbed it vigorously in the wooden bucket a few times, and taking advantage of Nezha's inattention, quickly took out the handkerchief from the bucket, and rubbed it heavily on Nezha's face.

Nezha's face suddenly turned red and swollen.

Only then did Daiyu realize that what the girl was holding in her hand was not a wet handkerchief, it looked more like bloodstains.

Nezha suddenly woke up, pushed the girl aside, and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

The girl glared at him, then threw the handkerchief on Nezha again: "Don't be ignorant, this girl is saving you."

"Save me? Is there anyone in the world who saves people like you?"

Nezha's face was full of anger, but because his body was too weak and his consciousness was damaged, that face with baby fat was not intimidating at all. Instead, it seemed that he was deliberately looking for a baby, which made people feel a little protective want.

Daiyu paused, before she could judge what she was seeing, she saw the girl punch him hard again.

"That's because you have never seen the world. If I don't save you like this, you will become a sacrifice tomorrow."

After the girl spoke, not only Nezha froze in place, but even Daiyu didn't have time to react.

What is this sacrifice.She had never heard of it.

After entering Lujia Village, she had all kinds of guesses, but the guesses only existed in her heart and never came to fruition. Even Wang Xifeng who came over together was deliberately concealed by her, but now suddenly the sacrifice Name, the heart slowly fell down again.

It seems... the thing she has been looking for for a long time is about to show up.

The surrounding wind was more fierce, and there were several cracks in the wall behind Nezha, and the cold wind came in, like a dagger, and scratched scars on his flesh, which was a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Nezha raised his palm tentatively, wanting to use the spell, but tried a few times, but couldn't sense anything, so he had to withdraw his hand resentfully.

The girl glanced at him, the contempt in her eyes was gone, only a little helplessness remained.It was a sense of powerlessness from within.

As a result, Nezha's complaints were also put back, and he could only sit on the ground, pinch the veil that the girl had just wiped his face with two fingers, put it on the tip of his nose and sniff it lightly, and the next moment, his face was ferocious. Throwing the handkerchief back again.

"Here, you save people by wiping their faces with blood?"

After Nezha finished speaking, the girl eagerly covered his mouth with her hand.

Nezha's eyes widened instantly, the girl looked around vigilantly, lowered her voice, and whispered, "This is not what you thought, this is a miracle."

The girl's expression was too solemn, and the dim candlelight fell on her face, making her a little more gentle.

Her brows and eyes are full of piety, as if she made some wish silently, only this method can save her from the fire.

Daiyu frowned slightly, it was not the first time she had heard the word miracle.

In the past when she was still in Kunlun, she heard about related matters from Empress Xuan Nu several times.

Mortals call the traces left by the gods miracles, admiring them while secretly slandering them, contradicting each other.But it did not affect the awe in their hearts.

Those people want to become gods but fear God, want to get closer to God, but are afraid of miracles.

Therefore, once a miracle is actually seen, it will always be attributed to various ideal things based on subjective judgment.

Nezha's face was cloudy and uncertain.

In the past, there were many natural disasters caused by miracles, and Nezha's eldest brother also went to the human world to solve the miracles.Li Tianwang was also deeply persecuted by miracles, and Emperor Chengyu punished him several times.

In Nezha's heart, he was far more aware of the miracle than Daiyu.

That's just a wild fantasy of mortals.Relying on their subjective consciousness, all kinds of associations about God are not realistic and too illusory. At the right time, they can call all incomprehensible traces miracles.

Nezha paused for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a contemptuous smile.

The girl immediately lost her temper, and pushed him hard again, "What are you doing? Now that I saved you, it's fine if you didn't thank me, but you still act like this, it really makes people regret why I'm going to take the risk to come and see you."

The girl was a little anxious, and after saying this, her face immediately turned red.She may have a constitution that is prone to tears, but after she hurriedly finished speaking, she was the first to shed tears.

The tears fell one by one, even Daiyu who observed all this with spiritual sense felt distressed, but Nezha remained unmoved, but the reddish ears betrayed him.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally heard Nezha's dry voice.

"Okay, I was wrong, don't cry."

"I didn't cry!" The girl gave Nezha a hard look, subconsciously raised her wrist, and wiped away her tears twice.

Her hands were a little dirty, mixed with tears, and there were a few marks on her face.Nezha raised his hand subconsciously, but before his hand reached the girl's eyes, the girl suddenly raised her hand and slapped him down.

"I see that you are handsome, but I didn't expect you to be such a disciple. If you have something to say, just say it. Why do you have to use your hands and feet? How decent is it?!"

Although the girl was young, she said this firmly, as if he had made a big mistake.

Her mouth was fierce, but the girl's face suddenly turned red.

There was still mottled blood on her face, and she looked a little embarrassed in such an environment.

Nezha was not angry, instead he tightly squeezed the girl's wrist with one hand.

The girl struggled several times.He raised his leg and kicked him hard, but Nezha remained unmoved, held her down with one hand, and directly reached out to her with the other hand, gently caressing the girl's eyes.

When he let go again, Nezha's hands were also stained with blood.

"What's going on here?" the girl asked, her voice was a little hoarse, with a little bit of fear, and she didn't have the tenacity to joke with Nezha just now.

It turned out to be a fierce and soft master.She looks strong on the surface, but she is still a little girl after all. If something goes wrong, she will be the first one who can't help it.

Nezha lowered his head and looked at the girl seriously, the joke was gone in his eyes.

"I'll ask you again, what is the origin of the blood you left on my face? What exactly is a miracle?"

Xu Shi Nezha's expression was too serious, and the girl did not dare to slack off at all, her face became a little more determined, but her hands trembled slightly, revealing her uneasiness.

There was a long silence, and I didn't know where to start.

This village has been deserted for a long time, she is the only young man and the chosen saint.She is the hope here, and the beginning of all the troubles here.

She hasn't felt much warmth since she was born. People around her will pretend to love him, but then there will be disgust.She is like an ant, the most humble existence.Although she is called a saint, she knows that it is not so much her identity as a layer of shackles that are randomly placed on her body.

And what she has to do is to sacrifice her own life, and perhaps her soul, on a certain day.

The girl didn't answer Nezha's question, and her eyes began to avert, with a little uneasiness and fear.

She felt kind to this man the first time she saw him, so when she saw the villagers hurt him, she subconsciously wanted to protect him.But she has suffered too much, and she can't trust anyone, even this kind of person who feels warm just by meeting him once.

Nezha didn't force him anymore, but his eyes gradually became warm.His fingers were still in front of her, a little red on them.

"Little Seven! Little Seven! Little Seven!"

A cry came from afar.

The voice was too hoarse and low, as if it was constantly falling.It sounds like an old man.

The girl couldn't help but took a half step back, with a trace of panic in her eyes, and subconsciously hid behind Nezha when she heard the voice.

"what happened?"

Although Nezha asked this question, he subconsciously raised his hand to block Xiaoqi, protecting her behind him.

"Grandma Yin came to look for me."

Sure enough, this person is Xiao Qi whom Nezha misses.

Xiao Qi lowered her voice subconsciously. When she spoke, her body trembled slightly, and her sense of fear was clearly expressed.

Daiyu could feel Nezha's mood swings, but for some reason, she deliberately restrained herself. In the end, Nezha just raised his hand to hold Xiaoqi's hand.

Xiaoqi wears a red string on his wrist, and a bead is attached to the bottom of the red string.

Daiyu knew in her heart that there should be a word she was very familiar with on that bead.

Granny Yin's voice was still floating around. Although she hadn't seen her, she guessed her appearance following her voice.

It should be an old man in his twilight years, with his back bent and his face covered with wrinkles.

The wind outside was blowing more violently, and the roof of the hut shook for a while, and it might collapse in the next moment.

The wind was so loud that Granny Yin's voice became more and more scattered, like a ghost in the lowest level of the underworld, slowly drifting away at midnight, and it was like the night singing in Wanhualou in the past, but it gradually became out of tune.

Even Daiyu, who has seen all kinds of scenes, wants to complain subconsciously. In the eyes of a mortal girl, such a scene is naturally fear.

Nezha got up subconsciously, wanting to protect Xiao Qi, but Xiao Qi pushed him back first, and dragged him to hide in the table hole under the statue.