[Comprehensive] Reincarnation Thousand Years

She opened her eyes in panic and screams, and she didn't panic if she couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly. It would be strange if a newborn child could see the surrounding scenery clearly.

But she could only see flickering lights in the darkness, followed by chaotic footsteps and exclamations.

She understood a few words.There are words like "devil" and "a gift from heaven" that have completely opposite meanings when they are put together, and then she is embraced by warm arms, listening to a female voice sighing in a low voice.She couldn't understand what the female voice was saying, but she felt that the woman holding her was an excited and sighing mood.

She didn't have much time to think about these things, she felt too tired, closed her eyes and fell asleep after crying for a while.

After she passed a stable infancy period, probably only a few months, she was hurriedly picked up from the cradle by her mother, and galloped on horseback under the guard of men holding long swords.

She sensed that they were running for their lives.

The road of escape began from then on, and there was no pause for a moment.

She tried her best to be obedient, obedient and well-behaved, not crying when it was inappropriate, nor smiling at the right time.

When smiling became a habit in infancy, she never knew what it was to cry.

After she found that when she smiled, people around her would show a sigh of relief, and her smile became the comfort of these dwindling guards.She didn't know what made these people guard a helpless woman and a toddler, but she knew that if these skilled and loyal guards were to take their lives without hesitation If she has to pay, then her identity with that woman must be very questionable.

She always felt that in this ancient era, everyone believed in God, which was obviously a normal thing.

The first word she would say was not "Mom", but "Jesus", and the mother who gave birth to her was so excited that she shed tears because of this incident, and all the guards said the first word she would say And thrilled, she saw that they even had meat for dinner.

This is really rare. They usually eat meat on certain days of the year, and they will definitely say a long prayer after eating.

They walked through the forest and occasionally encountered open valleys and farmhouses. They would give them food for free, and it seemed that everyone was happy to let her fill their stomachs.

She never knew that she had the effect of giving people free relief, but when she saw the pursuers, she knew that the kind farmers who had taken them in might be ruined.

Isn't the next sentence following "Wangmen shelter" exactly "breaking the family and compatible"?

Then "regarding his reputation"...Damn it, she is not Zhang Jian's awesome and respected celebrity who dared to fight against those servants who were hunted down and killed. Also take in yourself.

Why do they value her so much?

She felt that the problem must come from her mother, and the only reason she could think of for being treated so seriously as an ignorant child was her blood.

She always thought that she was a descendant of a big shot, but she never thought that she was such an important big shot.

Dressed in black and riding a horse, the pursuer wears a necklace of crosses around her neck, but holds a long sword in her hand. The guards protecting her are also warriors who have experienced many battles and survived in blood and iron. .

They fought together.

Her mother hugged her like a treasure, unable to escape from heaven and earth, but still wanted to protect her well.

She was not at all afraid of disaster.

It may be because of this body, or it may be because of her nature, even if she felt the crisis, she didn't shake much.After all, she doesn't have so much emotion to share with "fear".

She has no sense of crisis, but is held in her mother's arms like a baby, as if she is not a six-year-old girl, but a baby still breastfeeding.

She fell silent, patted her mother's arm, the panic in her heart calmed down, met her eyes, her mother sighed, and put her on the ground, she felt her feet stood on the ground, and she walked forward step.This step caused a priest in black to chop off his head with a sword. She stared at him without fear, and the sword stayed on top of her head. She neither cried nor screamed, neither surprised nor flustered, as if she already knew Then there will be such a sword stopped on top of her head.She also knew what she was going to do.The entire battlefield of fighting stopped because of the two people who were looking at each other. She clearly heard herself open her mouth and say, "nonoccides"

It was the first language she had learned in this world, and she was speaking in Latin one of the Ten Commandments inscribed on the stone tablet that God had shown Moses.

That means: Do not kill.

The priest who was wearing a priest's uniform but held a long sword said, "I fight for God."

"Who is your god?"

After staring at her for a while, the priest withdrew his sword, got off his horse, knelt on the ground, and kissed the hem of her skirt, as if she was wearing the dress worn by the pope when he was crowned, rather than some coarse linen , and he is not some terrible priest with a sword in his hand, or maybe a high-ranking priest.

He was crying, his body was shaking, and his companions seemed to understand her identity, kneeling on the ground, prostrate on the ground like a sinner, and weeping.

She stretched out her hand and gently placed it on the priest's head.

"It's not that I forgive you, but God forgives your sins with my mouth. You should go back and reflect on your mistakes. Remember that you believe in God, not God's spokesman on earth, and fight for God instead of fighting for the voice of God. Our fellow men should not kill each other."

"Thank you."

She knew she had succeeded.

God bless, or whoever.

She found that since she did these things at that moment, the guards thought she was no longer a child, but regarded her as something extraordinary.

Her mother no longer gets close to her, no longer kisses her cheek like any mother kisses her beloved child, but like those guards, she regards her as some kind of belief and symbol.

She absolutely hates this kind of thing.

When she was 12 years old, a constant, unexplained fever struck her guard, and she was helpless.

She took turns holding their hands all night long, talking to them, encouraging them, while the guards advised her not to make them feel better.

They refuse to take potions made of herbs, and they don't even want to hear about them. They think it's an evil force used by wicked witches or wizards. They would rather go back to the arms of God than common knowledge about ordinary pharmacists. The product.

"This is God's will. This is God letting us go back to Him, and there is no need to force us to stay."

When one of them said that, she could only nod in a daze.

Her mother, who eventually died, took the responsibility of telling her the whole truth.

She was lying on the hospital bed, dying, but she told her a truth that was enough to overturn the world—that was enough to overturn the entire religious world.

"Your father is a descendant of Jesus and Magdalene, he has the blood of Jesus, you have the blood of Jesus, you are the Holy Grail that contains the blood of Christ, and your children will also have the blood of Jesus Blood."

After saying this, the mother swallowed her last breath.

This is why she is so valued by the guards, even the mother has to be ranked behind her?

She is valued first, so her mother is valued because she was born?

She couldn't understand the hearts of those guards who just wanted to protect her from the world.

They can't wait to hide her and use it to give birth to a child.

She didn't know why they didn't let her get in touch with this world. It was really useless to think about being a descendant of Jesus.

Apart from reciting the Latin Bible backwards, she has no life skills.These guards don't even let her see how she cooks.

She was a little annoyed, but there was nothing she could do.

She wanted to dig a grave for these guards, and it sounded too tragic to just burn their bodies with fire.

The warriors who loyally protected the descendants of Jesus could only be burned to ashes after death, and that was the treatment only lepers could get.

Even the victims of the Black Death can have a cemetery.

She walked outside to the clearing in the forest, knelt down, put her hands on the ground, and muttered her request in her heart.

The earth responded to her request, they moved, and vacated neat rectangular pits, her fingers brushed over the vines, and the vines followed her like living creatures, and their joyful emotions were transmitted to her from the leaves. She stroked the leaves, and ordered them to tie up the corpses and carry them to the pits one by one.

When the last sentence was placed in the pit, she took a last look at her mother's face, and with a wave of her right hand, the soil that was lifted had covered everyone's body again.

In order to ensure that the extra mud would not be suspected, she compacted the mud neatly on the ground.

After reading a eulogy that she didn't understand, she ended with "Amen".

Now she needs to find something to eat and see if her wild life skills can be developed.

She walked through this forest, crossed the bottom of the farmers' valley before sunset, and she forced herself not to pick the millets at random, knowing that they don't taste very good without husks.

She continued to walk forward, walking in the forest at night, the shining stars in the night sky were her guiding lights, but she had no direction, and she didn't know where her destination was. She didn't even know how long she had been walking.

She just kept walking forward, the sun set and rose, rose and set again, when she came to a seemingly open place in the forest, she stepped forward, as if stepping in a mire, Can't get away.

swamp?

She was tired and exhausted, desperately trying to pull out her feet, but she just let herself sink deeper and deeper.

After she discovered this, she simply stopped struggling and looked up at the starry sky, thinking that her only robe that wasn't that bad was completely ruined, and then she thought about the reason for chasing and killing her "descendant of Jesus" The Church will probably never know that he died in the swamp——

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing out loud looking at the bright moonlight.

"You don't seem to be pretending to have anything in your mind!"

A teenager's voice came from behind her viciously, and she even had the strength to say cheerfully before her chest was drowned: "I'm so sorry, I may not be able to turn around and talk to you."

Then she was wrapped around her waist by a wonderful force, and she was "pulled" out of the swamp by this force.

And the boy who saved him looked at her with disgusting eyes, as if seeing the worst thing in the world.

She shook her head from side to side, and it wasn't her fault that her hair got mud. Besides, God knows what died in this swamp, and she exuded a smell worse than rotting corpses.

Oh great, at least not even vultures want to eat me.

She can still comfort herself like this.

"Are you stupid or just born this way?"

The boy approached her with disgusted eyes, but she was able to give the savior a smile that couldn't have been higher.

All her life, she has only learned how to smile so that people can put down their guard and accept herself easily.

Obviously this effect is absolutely ineffective when she is unkempt and dirty, at least the effect is not so good.

Because the young man couldn't see her, but he rescued her from the swamp, and he put her at a safe distance far enough away from the swamp with extremely light and non-harmful force.

He held a strange stick in his hand.

'Maybe he used it to find the way. '

She was thinking loosely, thinking about these apparently useless things.

The long-term vigilance and awe made her feel lonely before she knew how to smile in this life. She has learned to talk to herself in her heart.

It made her look even more silly.

When the young man waved the stick in his hand and said a word, she turned her head. Under the moonlight, her long white hair hung down her waist softly. She knew what her eyes were without looking in a mirror. Weird colors.

This is why she was called a "demon" when she was born, and why she was called a "gifted treasure" like no other.

She has an extremely rare albinism, her hair and skin are whiter than snow, but her eyes are as red as blood.

She saw the boy holding the "wonderful stick" staring at her with an arrogant expression, but she would not miss the moment of astonishment covered by his arrogant expression.

She returned him a thankful smile.

"You are a good person."

She praised him, but he looked unbearably disgusted, left a sentence of "don't come near here!", and strode across the swamp that almost swallowed her with a forced calm posture Across, and then disappeared at the end of the swamp.

'I must thank him very much. '

she thought happily.

After cleaning, she can be happy again.

She wandered around the forest for a while, looking for some fruits to fill her stomach, and touched the trunks, letting their well-developed and intertwined roots tell her how to find the water source.

She put her hand on the gurgling river, let a fish jump into her hand, then collected the fallen leaves, waved her hand, lit the fire, grilled the fish, and began to feast on it.

She pretended not to realize that the unsalted fish was terrible, pretending that she was eating something good that she had only eaten in her previous life.She has been doing this all her life, only spent in clear water and black bread.

She never recalled the luxurious days of delicious food in her previous life.

She never wanted to recall the unnecessary things she had experienced in her previous life, which was useless and would only make the situation worse, making her more resentful, and only resentful every day.

What's the point?

She thought, throwing away the branch with the fish carcass in her hand, pulling out two more vines from the trunk, pulling off the leaves on the vines, catching two more fish, and using the bare vines to string the fish, Went to the edge of the swamp.

She was walking on the swamp like that boy.

One of the miracles that Jesus once performed was walking on water.

She was walking on the swamp at the moment, and after walking for a while, she became restless again, bouncing forward on the swamp, her body jumped lightly on the swamp, the wind blew past her ears, and Yang From her snow-white long hair, she is free and unrestrained.

What kind of blood, what kind of miracles, go to hell.

She crossed the swamp, barefoot, and walked gently through a nursery. The seedlings first made way for her, and then followed her as if they wanted to get close to her. When she walked through the nursery , the order of the original seedlings has been completely messed up.

She rubbed her head in distress, before she could think of what to say, the boy who had rescued her had already come out of the room, holding a magic wand in his hand, looking at her with a gloomy expression.

She quickly turned around, leaned down, put her index finger in front of her lips, and gave a soft "shh" to the nursery. Only then did the seedlings move their bodies desperately, and each returned to its original position.

"Look, I saved some great big shot."

The boy looked at her with a cold face, his mocking tone almost solidified.

She felt that the other party was ashamed, so she lowered her head apologetically.

"I'm starving."

"Seems to remind you that I'm a witch and have to feed you?"

The young man continued to sneer at himself, as if it didn't cost money—obviously, it really didn't cost money.Even she wouldn't spend money to listen to people mocking herself.

He looked at her as if he had seen something ridiculous. When his eyes fell on the two fishes strung together with vines in her hand, she dared to raise her hands and swear that his face was like Got punched by a scary monster.

"I wanted to thank you."

She smiled brightly, a smile that eclipsed the soft moonlight that fell on her.

Although the sun will rise from the eastern sky in the near future.

"unnecessary."

He sternly refused, while she continued to walk forward without any grievances.

"Do you want to eat? I can make a lot of good dishes with seasoning."

He almost laughed out of anger: "Don't you know that there is a creature called a house elf in this world?"

"what is that?"

She asked eagerly, and the latter snorted coldly, and answered her: "It's a creature that is responsible for trivial things that wizards don't have to do."

"It's very nice of you to have words here."

She nodded with a smile, and accepted this setting without doubt. Anyway, the only thing she knew about this world was the entire contents of a "Bible" (that book seemed to be written after she buried her guard and mother. she lost it), and the inconsequential thing that she was a descendant of Jesus.

His face changed as if he had been punched twice by something.

She sighed.

"Okay, I know."

She walked behind him carrying the fish, turned around, and put her hands on his shoulders.

She moved so fast that he didn't even have time to react, and she put her on his shoulder.

Although she was surprised that the other party's shoulders were thinner than she thought, she still leaned against his ear and said with a smile without any grudges or burdens: "I know. Would you mind eating grilled fish without salt?"

He turned around (the motion kept her hands from his shoulders) and replied with a smirk, "You think I'm going to have no salt?"

She shook her head vigorously.

She knew he would have salt!

'What a nice guy. '

She ate grilled fish sprinkled with salt (she did all the work except the salt was provided by the boy), and after eating the grilled fish, the two exchanged names.

"My name is Helga Hufflepuff."

This is the name her mother said to her when she was holding her when she could not speak. After that, when she began to remember the age, the mother never read the name she gave to her children as a mother. name.

It seemed that all the guards believed that the descendants of Jesus did not need names. Her mother, who had no ability to protect herself, could only agree with this, and did not dare to speak out about the stupid things she had done.

But she remembered the name, as well as her mother's maiden name.

"I'm Salazar Slytherin."

The boy who was eating grilled fish answered her, and then he looked like he wanted to bite off his own tongue a few seconds ago.

She looked at him worriedly: "Although I know the grilled fish I made is delicious," she also remembered to remove the fish scales and dig out the internal organs this time, "don't eat so fast, look. Tongue."

"How could I be as stupid as you Hufflepuff!"

The young man——Salazar Slytherin, if he was holding a wand instead of a grilled fish, then his appearance of jumping up suddenly with fried hair would be more convincing.

She didn't want to pay attention to him. During meal time, who would have the time to quarrel with this arrogant young man.

Helga's silence brought Salazar back to his senses. He sat down again, gnawed on the grilled fish viciously, and swore in his heart that he would drive this incomprehensible witch out as soon as he finished eating.

Little did he know, "You stupid Hufflepuff!" These words would stay with him for a long, long time, until he lost her whereabouts, and he realized that he had a woman so long ago. Such a precious and sincere friendship.

There is only one thing, he doesn't need anyone to remind him at all.