The Supreme Villainess’s Journeys as a Cannon Fodder

The little child used his hands and feet together, climbed onto her soft couch, kneeled down on both knees, his little soft body bent down, and his head was close to her knees.

He rested lightly on her lap.

A small ball, curled up against her legs, with his hands neatly folded in his arms, only his cheeks were lightly close to her, an expression full of attachment.

Shaoyin was surprised by the child curled up next to his legs, an idea flashed through his mind, and said strangely, "Is it what I think?"

This child is born again?

Just like a certain mission before, this mission world also has a reborn?

She has reason to be so skeptical.

First of all, there is no such scene in the script.

Secondly, when the child rushed in, his eyes didn't look like a real child.

Third, a real child would not snuggle around her legs so neatly. He is more like an adult who has grown up, knows the rules and shame, and is embarrassed to jump into her arms.

And even if he is not an adult, he is not far away. Shao Yin guessed that he was at least fifteen or six years old.

Children at this age are so aggrieved, they will actually jump into the arms of their mothers and act like spoiled and confide in their mothers. But Qin Yuhan didn't. Once he came in, he was very restrained.

After a while, a gray response came.

"normal."

Since this is the second time I have seen the reborn, it attaches great importance to it and deliberately boarded the system forum, and then it found that this kind of thing is not uncommon.

The system and scale of the mission world are very large, and it is normal for a small bug to occur.

"In this case, he should have foreseen the established fate." Huihui explained.

On the forums, the system did not call this rebirth, but regarded it as a subtle bug in the world that caused a small number of individuals to read data abnormally, such as Qin Yuhan, who misread information that should not be known at the moment.

Shao Yin raised an eyebrow.

Foresight of fart.

She disagrees with this explanation. The reason is simple. Qin Yuhan's eyes are not like real children, and his behavior is also different from real children.

If his memory, his knowledge, his behavior, and his mind are all different from a real child, is he still a child?

Foresight does not make people mature.

Experience only.

"What's the matter?" Shaoyin lowered his eyes, gently stroking the child's tender shoulders, and asked softly: "How come you cry like this?"

Han'er was stroking her shoulders with her mother's gentle hand, only to realize that she was worrying her mother.

He had just experienced a strange situation, suddenly returned from adulthood to childhood, and seeing his mother who was still alive, he was so excited that he cried like this.

It really shouldn't make my mother worry.

Busily sitting upright, trying to hold back the tears: "It's nothing, my child is just a nightmare."

This is quite reasonable.

Shaoyin smiled and asked him, "What nightmare did you do?"

Han'er hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not. He wanted to tell the truth and tell his mother that after her death, he experienced a lot of grievances.

But his mother was seriously ill, and time may be running out. He didn't want his mother to worry about himself before he died.

After thinking about it, he chose to conceal: "A ghost eats me."

He found a reason why children would be afraid.

In fact, this happened frequently when he was a child. Since his aunt became his stepmother, he often had such nightmares for two years. At that time, he was really scared and often woke up at night.

He remembers dark and silent nights, sometimes hot and unbearable summers, sometimes cold winds howling winter nights, he always cried and woke up from nightmares, and continued to cry out of fear and loneliness after waking up.

The child's body is not easy to control, he just thinks about it, tears can't help but flow down, and they can't be wiped away.

"It turned out to be scared. Don't be afraid." Shaoyin said, touching his head and coaxing softly: "Ghosts are not terrible. They change after a person's death. There is nothing terrible."

"If you are old and dead, they will not run fast when they become ghosts and cannot catch up with you. If they are people who have died of illness, the ghosts they become are also useless. You don't have to be afraid of them. If it is a ghost who has died, Then they are unlucky ghosts. They are unlucky before they are alive, and it is even more impossible to treat you after death. Han'er, don't be afraid of them."

Huihui listened and couldn't help whispering secretly. According to her theory, death is a degrading thing. Then she is so devil after death, how terrible should she be before her death?

It couldn't help but think of the operation record that it had deleted and the newly added instruction, and it shuddered immediately, cutting off its deep thoughts.

Han'er lowered her head now, her little hand wiped her tears vigorously, but she couldn't wipe it clean. The clear teardrops were like broken beads, falling non-stop.

His mother was as gentle as he remembered. He couldn't restrain his emotions and just wanted to cry.

In fact, he is no longer afraid of ghosts when he grows up.

At that time, his heart was hardened, and he was lonely and courageous. In his dream, when he encountered a ghost, he also carried a big knife to kill them so that the ghosts were crying and howling, and they fled around.

But his mother was different from the coaxing in his memory, and it still made his chest hot.

This is the mother, he knows, only the mother loves him tenderly in the world.

Unlike his father, he would only scold him: "Cowardly!"

Unlike his stepmother, who was busy with housework and didn't have the time and mind to solve him, so she only sent a maid to accompany him.

Even if his mother was ill, she would take his business to heart, would not scold him for making fuss, she would patiently solve him.

Thinking of this, tears fell again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He lowered his head and couldn't help choking.

Although he has grown up and is about to become a father, his true age is about the same as his current mother. However, at this moment, cuddling with his mother, attachment and admiration cannot be restrained from the bottom of my heart.

Shaoyin looked at the child's tears, and then thought of the child in the script who had become dull, undervalued, and lacklustre, and she couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"Come on, mother hug you." She stretched out her arm towards him.

She was ill at the moment and couldn't hold him, so she waved at him.

Han'er didn't want to be like that, but the body seemed to have its own consciousness, and with a "wow", she took the initiative to throw her into her arms.

Shaoyin held him with one hand, and patted him on the back lightly with the other: "Don't be afraid or not, mother will help you beat the ghost away."

Han'er plunged into her mother's embrace of medicinal smell and sweet fragrance. She was surrounded by gentleness and peace of mind. Her emotions became more and more uncontrollable. Tears burst out, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had endured all those years.

"Wow--"

He grabbed her clothes and cried so much that he couldn't care about anything.

Just remember the grievances of those years.

He was only five years old. After his mother died, he was taken to live with his grandfather's house, and his fifth aunt was taking care of him.

In the beginning, he had a good relationship with the fifth aunt. Later, when he learned that the fifth aunt was going to be his stepmother, he suddenly became disgusted.

He didn't know what he disliked. Aunt Wu treated him very well, but he just disliked her for marrying his father and being his stepmother.

But everyone persuaded him that it was for his own good. It is impossible for his father not to marry a wife, and other women who married in the past would certainly not be as close and loving as the fifth aunt treated him.

He also said that this is the mother's last wish, so that he should not let her mother down, be a good child, and don't play nonsense.

He didn't mess around. It was not because he had accepted what they said, but because he knew instinctively that it was useless for him to play nonsense, and no one would listen to him.

Father would not listen to him.

Since his mother's death, he was taken to live with his grandfather's house, and he rarely saw his father. Once in a while, my father neither hugged him nor smiled at him.

But when she saw Aunt Wu, she would show a somewhat gentle expression.

He treats others more closely than he is, so how can he listen to him?

Aunt Wu became his stepmother.

He made a quiet child.

The stepmother is very busy and has to take care of the housework. Father is very busy, he has been very busy.

He is regular, quiet, and does not cause trouble, reading, writing, eating, and sleeping.

Later, younger brothers and sisters were born. The already busy stepmother became even busier, giving him less patience and tenderness. But at that time he had grown up, and he knew that his stepmother didn't need to care and love him so much. After all, he was not born with him, and she was very benevolent if she did not persecute him.

Later, his brain was inexplicably slow, his memory deteriorated, his concentration was unable to concentrate, his reading was getting worse and worse, no matter how hard he tried.

He had suspected that someone had moved his hands and feet, and paid attention to him for a while, but no clue was found.

At the same time, the younger siblings gradually grew up, one of them was smarter, more lively, and more lovely than the other. My father likes them very much, he smiles every day, he will hug them, tease them, and teach them.

There was silence for a long time, and then he was free.

He accepted his mediocrity.

Later, Xijue had nothing to do with him, and he was not surprised. He is so mediocre and not loved by his father. He accepted all the arrangements from his father, including getting a wife, including being assigned.

In fact, he is not unlucky because his wife is a very good girl.

Others think her looks ordinary and the family background is ordinary, but he thinks that his wife is a good-looking woman. And his wife's lively temperament always brings him many surprises, and he respects and loves her very much.

He was going to be a father. Wanwan was giving birth. He waited anxiously outside the delivery room, listening to the movement inside. Somehow, I thought of my mother, thinking that her mother gave birth to him back then. It was so hard, right? Unfortunately, she passed away too early and he failed to obey her.

Just thinking about it, somehow, the scene before him changed suddenly, and he went back to his childhood inexplicably.

He doesn't know if he will go back or when he will go back. He is worried about whether his wife can give birth smoothly, but he wants to see his mother more.

He thought, if the mother did not die and lived a few more years, and lived a few more years, until he grew up, married, and looked at his children, how good would it be to have children and grandchildren around their knees?

I just don't know what day is today?

He remembered that his mother's death was March 15th. On this day, my father and mother had a quarrel, and then on this night, my mother died.

Thinking of this, Han'er felt a bit resentful towards her father. Why does he argue with his mother? I don’t know that my mother is seriously ill, and...time is running out? Replaced by him, no matter how much Wanwan did, he was reluctant to argue with her.

He was immersed in his thoughts, and gradually, the crying stopped. Shaoyin took the kerchief and gently wiped his tears. Sipa slid across his face, awakened him, and hurriedly sat up: "The child has lost his mind."

Shaoyin smiled: "What gaffe is not gaffe? How can there be so many rules for children?"

Han'er lowered her head, feeling embarrassed. What little kid, he is twenty one.

"Baby go and wash your face." He used his hands together and crawled down.

While the maid wiped his face, he asked: "What day is it today?"

"March 15th." The maid replied.

With a "boom" in Han'er's head, his face turned pale in shock, and the little body who had just cried shuddered uncontrollably.

It's today, it's today!

He hurriedly pushed the maid away and turned back to Shaoyin. This time he ignored the rules, took off his shoes, climbed onto the soft couch, and knelt down beside his mother, with a serious face and an expression of an enemy.

He must guard his mother.

Never let the father be angry with the mother!

Shaoyin didn't know what he thought, but looked at him with a serious expression, after a little thought, he guessed somehow.

Pretending she didn't know, she asked the maid to bring some snacks for the child to eat, and did not force him to snuggle up and sit down, and let him go.

Immediately closed his eyes slightly, listening to the grayish broadcast of the meeting between Qin Jinye and Xu Yaoyue.

Xu Yaoyue was very well-behaved, and when she saw Qin Jinye, she said, "My sister said that my brother-in-law may have been injured and I was sent to deliver medicine."

There was worry flashing in her eyes, so obvious. The thin brows frowned, and the childish and beautiful face emphasized the worries sincerely, so that people could not help but feel softened when they saw it.

Qin Jinye took the medicine bottle and said, "It's just a minor injury, your sister is too worried."

He couldn't bear Xu Yaoyue's worry.

Injuries that are not minor are also referred to as "minor injuries."

Xu Yaoyue didn't believe it, but she was obedient and didn't ask, instead she said: "My sister's heart, I hope my brother-in-law will not let me down and take medicine as soon as possible."

Qin Jinye nodded.

"Then I will retreat." Xu Yaoyue said, lowering her head, turning around and retreating.

Qin Jinye held the medicine bottle and waited until her figure disappeared from sight, before turning around and walking towards the inner room.

Summoned the young man to come in and give him medicine.

He captured Qi Wang Yudang and received a knife on his back. He was bandaged in a hurry at the time. However, his injuries were not superficial, and there was still blood oozing out, but his wife was aware of it.

Qin Jinye felt upset when he thought of his wife's request to see Peach Blossom tomorrow.

She shouldn't go. She is in poor health and can't withstand bumps, so she shouldn't make such a willful request.

But rejecting her in this way may be his last wish before he died, and it made him feel heavy and he couldn't afford it.

"Master Hou, the bandage is ready." The young man stepped aside.

Qin Jinye got up, getting dressed one by one.

"Go down," he said.

When the young man retired, he went to the desk and sat down, studied ink, picked up a pen, and drafted a list of the remaining parties at large.

Five minutes later, he felt a little discomfort on his back.

Ten minutes later, the wound on his back hurts unbearably.

He has always been good at forbearance, and at this time he hasn't even thought about asking the doctor. Twenty minutes later, he couldn't help it anymore, and his forehead was full of cold sweat. He put his pen back heavily and shouted, "Come here!"

Come in, the boyfriend.

"Look at the wound on my back." Qin Jinye said, taking off his clothes.

Xiao Si saw the situation on his back, and suddenly took a breath of air!

"How?" Qin Jinye asked in a deep voice.

The young man tremblingly bent down and said, "Master Hou, please, please invite a doctor to come to the house?"

Qin Jinye frowned and said, "Go!"