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Chapter 2 Her First Uncle and Her Second Uncle Are Both Her Uncles
The piercing brake whistle seemed to be still echoing in Hua Qianxi's ears.

And... when she lightly left her body, she saw tomato sauce all over the place.

Now Hua Qianxi believed it, and stood up indifferently from the chaotic time and space.

She can now reach out and pass through her spirit body.

already dead...

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The first time I saw this embroidery needle, I should sew his crow's mouth.

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"why me?"

Hua Qianxi frowned slightly.

It was too unreal for all this to fall on her.

She ruthlessly left the embroidery needle on the ground, curled her lips angrily, and shook the filth on her body.

[Great niece, hundreds of years ago you were a little peach blossom fairy who molested your second uncle, Yuelao, his nephew. 】

[Yuelao was furious, cut off all your marriage lines in a fit of anger, and even kicked you to the mortal world. 】

[So every time you reincarnate, you are a widowed king. 】

[If you want to save your marriage line, you have to go to the original book of parallel time and space. 】

[Reverse the fate of the vicious female supporting role, match up the hero and heroine to talk about a casual love. 】

"You are really my great uncle..." Hua Qianxi tilted her head in a daze to digest the information, and couldn't help but ask, "So what are you?"

[I am Cupid. 】

Only then did Hua Qianxi know that her ancestor was still of mixed race.

"Uncle," Hua Qianxi reluctantly addressed her lips with difficulty, "Then what should I do next?"

The ability to accept new things is quite strong.

The embroidery needle was bouncing around on the ground with one foot, as if drawing some spell.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared.

Hua Qianxi subconsciously closed her eyes tightly.

Suddenly a huge black hole appeared out of thin air in front of him, and the strong air flow seemed to swallow Hua Qianxi.

The deafening sound stimulated her fragile eardrums, and the strong impact blasted Hua Qianxi's body, and the pain like tearing her body apart made her gasp.

Hua Qianxi felt her eyelids getting heavier, and then the overwhelming darkness came to her...

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Hua Qianxi rubbed her eyes and finally got used to the darkness around her.

The drops of water falling on the slate are crisp and hollow.

Hua Qianxi sat up, and a few dry leaves hanging on her body fell to the ground.

The bluestone slab was very hard, and the wanton growth of weeds had already cut her skin, and every inch of it was painful.

Throat is also dry.

So dry that Hua Qianxi opened her mouth, and could only grunt with difficulty.

"Uncle, where am I?"

The embroidery needle seemed to be facing the wall and thinking about the past, with a troubled expression on her face: "My great niece...my spiritual power seems to be out of control."

Hua Qianxi exclaimed in a low voice, and after recovering her whole body's consciousness, her stomach was full of hunger that hurt to the point of spasm.

Her hands shrunk a lot, and there was dirty mud between her fingers.

Hua Qianxi's spiritual body should be attached to some child's body.

The embroidery needle bouncing back in front of Hua Qianxi.

"You are wearing a prison uniform now, if you guessed right...this should be a prison."

"Prison?"

Memories of the original host kept squeezing into Hua Qianxi's mind.

It was a little girl who was pointed out by the priest to be cursed and thrown into a prison.

Not enough to eat and not to wear warm clothes, until the day of her sixth birthday starved to death in a corner of the prison, followed by Hua Qianxi's first arrival.

"Xixi," the embroidery needle jumped onto Hua Qianxi's little hands, feeling sorry for the dry and cracked little hands that should have been delicate, "Your biggest task now is to survive."

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