My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

She was called the Death Star by the villagers in this village, and it was said that she had killed her own father.

Only a paralyzed mother was left.

Her home was small and shabby, with the door always closed, and her mother lay in bed at home all day.

The little girl seems to attach great importance to her mother. At such a young age, she still knows how to find food for her mother.

This is better. Lao Jianghe is in a good mood.

These villagers were ignorant and blamed the little girl for all the bad things in their lives.

She was even blamed for the poor harvest and the deaths of the men who were forcibly taken away.

Of course, maybe it's just a reason to abuse myself.

Anyway, this little girl has no one to rely on, and torturing her is one of the few entertainment activities in this remote village.

Another reason is that she is the only living child in the village.

The world was in turmoil and disasters were endless.

Even in this small village, all the men were forcibly conscripted and almost all of them were killed or injured.

Various disasters killed almost all the old, young, sick and disabled people in the village.

Only this little girl is tenacious and alive and well, and she is even taking care of her paralyzed mother until now.

Unfortunately, human malice is often endless.

Especially the resentment that erupts in this situation is beyond words.

He watched coldly as the villagers laughed and let their dogs bite her, crushed her little hands with their feet, and pushed her head into the water tank.

Fortunately, the little girl was tenacious and the villagers didn't want her to die so easily, so they were careful when they attacked her.

Even though she was bullied so badly, she is still alive and well.

When she ran to the riverside and was in a daze again, seeing that she was almost injured this time, Lao Jianghe slowly walked over and said:

"Little girl, I haven't seen you for so many days, how come you are injured again?"

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Her injuries were much more serious than before, which was within his expectations.

After all, sometimes the more beautiful something is, the more people want to destroy it.

The little girl's eyes lit up slightly and she opened her mouth to say something, but her voice was vague.

Well, Lao Jianghe had some impression that someone had kicked her in the neck before, and her vocal cords were probably injured.

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Some inexplicable words often popped up in his mind, but he was used to it.

She opened her arms slightly towards the little girl. She was a little hesitant, but she moved forward on her toes one by one.

Lao Jiang He was not in a hurry at all. He just waited for her to slowly move into his arms.

It seemed that this time, she was completely unprepared.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

Compared to those villagers who hated and tortured her, her gentle image that healed her wounds easily entered her heart.

The little body did not show any guard, as if it was already familiar with his breath, and allowed him to touch the bones to heal the wound.

Her eyes were full of grievances. After she found someone to "talk" to, mist quickly filled her eyes, but she was stubborn and refused to let it fall.

State it upfront, just in case, and don't ask why.

The heroines of this article are all adults, and the eldest disciple Jiang Yuanxia is eighteen years old.

The second disciple, Bai Minxin, is several hundred years old.

The young apprentice Lin Jin, a human, is also an adult. The description of his appearance in the text makes him look young due to his special physique.

Chapter 168: The Past of Adopting Jin'er (2)

The wind by the river is a little cool.

The little girl curled up in his arms without saying a word.

Lao Jiang He hugged her tightly with some enjoyment. Her soft little body was warm but not irritating. It was just like the warmth he had when he was a child, nestling in the quilt during the cold winter.

He was suddenly startled and looked at the little girl with a curious look.

There were a few drops of water on the little girl's eyelashes, and she looked at him with her big wet eyes.

It was so pitiful that it made even a heartless man like him feel heartbroken.

But all this goes against common sense.

A cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training would not feel that a mere mortal breeze would be cold.

The heat of an ordinary body would not make him empathize.

It is even less likely that he would feel distressed.

In the future, I have to study this little girl carefully.

Lao Jianghe held her little face, wiped her eyes with his thumb, and sighed:

"Where's your father? Is he just going to let you be bullied?"

The little girl looked gloomy, her fingers tangled together, sobbing:

"Daddy, I killed Daddy."

"So this is ah."

Lao Jianghe already knew that the little girl's father had passed away, he just wanted to see her cry.

Tears were about to fall from his eyes, and it made him upset.

Although I am annoyed, I can't help but feel heartbroken.

Unfortunately, Lao Jiang He didn't care about her because of this. Instead, he enjoyed this long-lost feeling.

Joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are just the seasoning of life. He always savors people's various emotions carefully and will not be manipulated by them.

Heartache is a fine and rare condiment for him.

This is really a treasure.

It can provide him with unique emotional value.

"what!"

The little girl suddenly screamed. She had curled up into a small ball in Lao Jiang He's arms, but he suddenly pulled her hands and feet apart.

The sudden force of the adult was too much for her tender body to bear.

Lao Jiang He closed his eyes in enjoyment, exhaled heavily, and asked anxiously:

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you accidentally?"

"No," the little girl cried in pain, her childish voice sounded hoarse, probably because the injury on her neck had not healed completely yet.

"It's all my fault for being so careless. I just wanted you to stretch your body."

Lao Jianghe's voice was filled with heartache and he looked at her guiltily.

The little girl's face was wrinkled into a bun. She endured the pain and lay on him, gasping for a while.

After taking a few breaths to adjust, she whispered, "Uncle is so good to Lin Jin!"

These words left Lao Jiang He confused.

After thinking about it, I understood that the villagers never apologized to her when they bullied Lin Jin. At her young age, I was probably the only one who felt that bullying her was not justified.

Lao Jiang He continued to roughly pull her arms and wrap them around his waist, so that her body was pressed tightly against him, warm and soft, and very comfortable.

But unfortunately, this little girl has a strong endurance.

Even though her arms were almost dislocated, she gritted her teeth and refused to say a word in order not to make him worry.

He also wanted to hear her babyish screams.

"Little girl, why are you bullied every day?"

Lao Jianghe rubbed her head and asked in confusion.

She seemed to have never thought about this problem. After hearing what Lao Jianghe said, she squeezed her little face out of his arms with great effort.

With a confused look on his face, he said, "Because Lin Jin was born to be bullied."

"Oh?"

Old Jiang He didn't expect that the little girl believed her words so much. The little girl said in a low voice:

"Lin Jin, you look different from everyone else."

Hearing this, Lao Jianghe couldn't help but laugh.

This is just a girl of a few years old who lives in a closed small mountain village. What kind of knowledge and judgment can she have?

During the years of Tianhuang's forced conscription, only a few lonely women were left in the village.

The elderly and children could not withstand the disaster, and the men were forcibly conscripted away.

Lin Jin doesn’t understand what’s happening in the outside world, and she is unique in this village—the only child.

Do you mistakenly think that you are an alien?

This is a bit too stupid, can't he still talk?

Besides, if he remembered correctly, she still had a mother.

Although in order to avoid being exposed, he did not enter the shabby house and did not know the specific situation inside.

But I have heard the woman coughing inside.

Wouldn’t her mother teach her this common sense?

Judging from the little girl's current appearance and temperament, her mother should be not much different.

The ancestors may have even had a great master, otherwise it would be difficult to have such descendants. Could it be that they couldn't even provide a basic education?

The more Lao Jiang He thought about it, the more sleepy he felt, but he didn't continue to be serious about it.

He's stuck in a dead end.

For example, if I think about the little girl's words with my own thoughts, I will find her words very strange without thinking about her age and experience at all.

Always thinking from your own perspective will often lead to misunderstanding or difficulty understanding certain information.

For example, her mother might be a fool, so there would be no way to talk about her education.

Maybe this is also true for Yuan Xia.

"Little guy, when you grow up, you will be almost the same as them."

Lao Jianghe rubbed her chin lovingly, like teasing a kitten.

But when did he ever have a cat? He endured the sudden headache and thought in confusion.

“Is growing up a painful thing?”

A sadness that was inconsistent with her age appeared on her little face, and she sighed softly.

Of course not, there are many things more painful than this.

But Lao Jiang He would definitely not tell her, as it would be bad if the child was scared.

Seeing that Lao Jianghe had loosened his arms around her, the little girl blinked nervously:

"Is Uncle leaving?"

"Ah."

"Can you please not leave?"

She whispered softly, looking at him pleadingly.

"How can I stay here forever?"

Lao Jianghe smiled and shook his head, saying that it was not yet cooked enough. He thought for a moment, took out some gold leaves from his pocket and pinned them on the little girl's hair.