Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 164

If you absorb too much demonic energy and cannot control it, it will run rampant in your body, causing extreme pain, and you will have to find a way to release it.

If you absorb too much spiritual energy and cannot control yourself, you will become addicted to it and ignore the pain.

Unless one absorbs a lot of spiritual energy at one time, otherwise one will be like a child, absorbing it bit by bit, until one is forced to stop, only to find that his dantian can no longer bear it.

An Xiu, with a gloomy face, threw the whining child to An Xi to hold.

He glared at Zhang Fengci and followed behind.

Zhang Fengci was still dissatisfied, shouting from behind: "What are you looking at? She jumped in on her own, costing me so many spirit stones, and I haven't asked her to compensate! How are we going to settle this? Don't leave, just give me a straight answer..."

There was no straightforward talk, and no one paid any attention to him.

The child is now like a naughty kid who starts to overeat when he sees delicacies. He is so full that he is groaning, but he can't control himself. He has been trying for a long time but can't lose any appetite.

It made sense. She even had trouble calming her mind, let alone learning how to control the pain. In the end, she fainted with tears hanging down her cheeks.

The father and daughter, who had taught her for a long time but didn't understand at all, sat there dejectedly, wishing they could faint with her.

It's too difficult for them. I've never seen anyone so stupid.

Neither of them could teach her a thing.

"It was right to bring her back." An Xiu said in a daze.

This child is suitable for living a heartless life. It is too difficult for her to bear the responsibility of her country and expectations. With her talent, she will probably be just a soldier if she stays in the barracks for her whole life. She will be lucky if she can become a sergeant or a squad leader.

Of course, she might not be able to make a name for herself as a servant in the palace, but at least it would be more stable.

"You stay with her tonight. I'll ask for leave for her tomorrow and go when you have time.

Tell her for me that the path of cultivation is not a child's play. The slightest mistake can lead to problems. If you are not determined, can't endure hardship, and haven't thought it through, then don't try it anymore."

"understood."

After a busy day, An Xi was tired and simply sent away his worried father and concerned Aunt Yu.

After tidying up, I put the child to bed, lay down next to her and fell asleep.

In the darkness, the child quietly opened his eyes.

The child lay face to face with her: "You actually pretended to be unconscious, this is worse than lying!"

Child: I need you to say it!

She has no other choice.

Lord An and Sister Xi talked endlessly, pressing her head to force her to learn, which made her face red and her neck thick. How could she dare to say no?

Later she didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore, but it didn't work.

If she didn't pretend to be dizzy, what else could she pretend to be? Would she be able to pretend? She would be seen through immediately.

The pain is bearable, what can I do if I can't learn from her?

The children began to sympathize with her: "You have it so hard."

Who said no.

The child hugged herself distressedly and curled up into a ball. An Xi suddenly held her in her arms, rubbing her belly while humming a song in a not very skillful manner.

What does it sound like—

"Good baby, good cat, go to sleep and snore."

"Grandma Night, Grandma Moon, may the four gods protect me."

"With a lantern in the left hand and a sword in the right, all evil spirits and thieves will disappear."

"Good baby, good cat, purr and spread your arms and legs."

"The wind blows cool, the night is cold, cover yourself with a quilt and sleep soundly."

"Don't be afraid, don't panic, our girls are safe."

One sound after another, time and again, the belly felt hot and the child's consciousness gradually sank.

She was no longer a spoiled child, and she hadn't listened to nursery rhymes for a long time. So when she woke up the next day and saw the bed with only a cat lying beside her, she thought that yesterday was just her delusion.

But she had never heard such a nursery rhyme before, and she probably couldn't make up such a soft tune mixed with a hint of sadness and perseverance.

So it should still be true, right?

The child rubbed his eyes uncertainly and sat up. Suddenly he felt something was strange. He lifted the quilt and was stunned.

It was at this time that An Xi came in, sweating profusely.

The child reached out and pulled the quilt back, hugged the quilt, and looked at her with his legs propped up.

An Xi:?

"My father has asked for leave for you, so you can sleep a little longer. Aunt Yu came to call you, but I asked her to go back. What are you looking at? You didn't say you wanted to get up early, and it's not too late now. Get up when you're not sleepy anymore."

An Xi always feels awkward when facing children, and her way of dealing with it is usually to strike first.

Normally it works, but not this time.

The child turned his head away angrily: "I can't get up."

An Xi: ...

"Then you can sleep a little longer. Aunt Yu left some food for you anyway."

The child breathed heavily: "I can't sleep."

An Xi: ...

"So what do you want to do? Will you get better if I beat you up?"

She narrowed her eyes unkindly.

The child glanced at her uncomfortably, then curled up and hugged his knees, pouting as if asking for a beating, and said unhappily, "It won't get better."

An Xi clenched his fists until they made a creaking sound and walked towards her aggressively: "What on earth do you want to do?!"

In An Xi's opinion, she really had no reason to be angry, especially since she had done such a good thing yesterday and had put in so much effort to use her spiritual power to help her comb her Dantian meridians. She should have woken up refreshed today and thanked her happily. Why was she angry?

If a child is disobedient, he probably deserves a beating!

The child silently lifted the quilt, pouted, and looked at her without blinking, everything was said without words.

An Xi lowered her raised fist. After thinking for a long time, she said, "This is not a sign of death."

Child: “I know.”

An Xi breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you understand."

The child lowered his head: "I don't understand."

An Xi: ...

"That's it," she didn't know what to say. "Wait a minute, I'll go find Aunt Yu."

She walked hurriedly, like a gust of wind, and banged the door against her, causing it to creak and shake.

The child and the fun-loving Pumpkin both looked at the bright red bloodstains on the mattress with bitter and resentful faces. Some of the bloodstains had turned black, the color like the peonies in the palace.

The deep red one is planted outside the wall of the big kitchen. It blooms very well and is sometimes picked to make snacks and tea, but it won’t be long before new flower buds appear.

Newly opened flowers are always bright and dazzling in color, and then gradually turn darker, just like blood stains drying up bit by bit.

The child's feet were very cold, and there was a strange feeling in his stomach, a heavy and painful feeling that lingered. To say it was very uncomfortable was not true, and to say it was not uncomfortable would be a lie. A stream of blood gushed out, and the mattress, which was already in bad condition, became even worse.

Don't be afraid.

The child knew about it; it was a story passed down by word of mouth. She had also seen Pei Zhu's blood-stained clothes and heard gossip about those two words - menstruation.

This is something that every girl will experience. Once she gets her period, she becomes a grown-up girl.

Even if the children haven't been children enough.

Come to think of it, she seemed to have been a big girl since she was seven, and now at eleven she was just a little older.

My throat is dry, my nose is sour, and my eyes are hot, but there is nothing to cry about.

I'd better cry, after all...

“I can’t grow any taller!”

The child hugged the pumpkin and sobbed sadly.

She had heard that people would stop growing after menstruation.

"Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay." The voice came before the person arrived, but it was obviously not Aunt Yu. She was still in the mood to joke. "What are you looking at? Aunt Yu is out. Aunt Wang will help you. We are all aunts, the same."

Child:……

Can that be the same?

Aunt Yu is the child's aunt, and Aunt Wang is An Xi's mother.

Judging from her face, she is far from being worthy of the title of auntie.