Mu Qingwan had tears in her eyes but did not cry out. She looked at Zhan Changfeng and stubbornly asked for an answer.
"Madam, have you misunderstood something? If you don't know who her father is, how can I know?" Zhan Changfeng had a premonition that the mirror would have family disputes that were constantly being sorted out and turned into chaos in this life, and would this reincarnation be possible again?
One type to choose?
Mu Qingwan seemed to have lost all her strength and stared blankly at Zhan Changfeng, "Aren't you here for Xiaobao?"
"I have some connection with her, so I came to see her."
"What fate?" Mu Qingwan became wary again, "Do you really not know who her father is?"
Zhan Changfeng discovered that she had been referring to "her father" and "her father", holding back and fearing. Then thinking of the bastards spoken by those tribesmen, she spoke slowly and did not irritate her, "He is a future mentor and friend."
Fate, don’t think too much about it.”
Mu Qingwan had little idea of the word fate, but seeing that she had a special ability and could even tell the future accurately, she couldn't help but guess, "Are you a witch spirit?"
The so-called fate is probably a word commonly used by monks. Its ambiguous and mysterious character blurs out all the reasons or results that do not want to be explained, giving people a very profound but difficult to ask too much pressure.
If ordinary people heard what she said about fate, they would immediately think that their daughter was going to be accepted as a disciple by an immortal, but Mu Qingwan was not.
Zhan Changfeng felt a cultural difference, so he followed her words and said, "Yes."
Mu Qingwan was confused, "Where is your totem?"
Zhan Changfeng stretched out his hand, revealing the nine-stripe totem on his wrist.
"" Mu Qingwan was slightly annoyed and began to see off the guests, "My place is small and not worthy of you. You should go to the oasis and have a look."
Zhan Changfeng asked curiously, "Don't you want someone to teach your daughter totem and get rid of her current life?"
Mu Qingwan labeled her a liar, fearing that she would pester her again, so she said logically, "Totems don't need teaching. If they are sincere, they will always be favored by the Sun King. What's more, you, an ordinary believer, dare to pretend to be a witch spirit."
, I really can’t reassure you, we orphans and widowers have nothing to worry about, so you can go to another place.”
What he said was that he told her to go somewhere else to deceive people.
"How do you know I'm not a witch spirit?" The witch spirit first specifically referred to the people of the gods. Later, those with high totem skills and tribal leaders were also called witch spirits. It's understandable not to believe that she is a witch spirit. It can be concluded that she is not a witch spirit.
Problem.
"I haven't seen the big world, but I'm not stupid." Mu Qingwan originally thought that she was a totem possessor, and her words were considered respectful, but this time she expressed real disapproval, "Totem is supreme.
No one would cover them for no reason, so why would you hide it under the cloth? You said you are a witch spirit, but do you know that only witch spirits are qualified to put totems on the face so that everyone can always look up to them?"
"I have never heard that a person who hides his totem can be a witch spirit." Mu Qingwan remembered that she had a more ordinary face when she was in the sand. Although it has changed now, thinking about her unpredictable methods, she guessed
She may be a witch spirit visiting in private, and she can change and cover up the totem on her face.
But seeing her totem on her wrist, I knew she was not a real witch spirit.
Mu Qingwan thought that what she said was heart-breaking. If the other person was pointed out such blasphemies to totems and witch spirits, they would leave in a panic. Unexpectedly, when he saw the gentle smile in her eyes, it was like the holy gaze of a god. Now he would first
Flustered.
"Well, I'm not a witch spirit. How do you treat me?"
She could do whatever she wanted. Mu Qingwan lowered her voice and said without any threat, "If a foreign totemist comes to our tribe, we witch spirits will definitely want to meet you."
Zhan Changfeng noticed that the customs in this world were different, so he did not embarrass her and said, "How dare I, a fake witch spirit, go to meet the real witch spirit, but I will stay on the sand dune in the south for three days. You are in trouble."
You can come to me."
Mu Qingwan saw her standing up and seemed to be leaving, so she stood up immediately. He didn't expect her to be so easy to talk to.
At this time, heart-wrenching cries came from the back room. Mu Qingwan was stunned and couldn't care about Zhan Changfeng.
After Zhan Changfeng thought about it, he also paced to follow.
The child kept crying and refused to tell her what was wrong, which made Mu Qingwan anxious.
The true spirit of the mirror is gone, and it will not awaken the true spirit and restore the memory of the past life before the cultivation is successful. However, the reincarnation of a powerful person is usually born with special characteristics and cannot be normalized. Zhan Changfeng was not sure that she suddenly called her master.
Was it unintentional, or was he aware of something.
"Show me."
Mu Qingwan was busy comforting the child and didn't pay attention to Zhan Changfeng's words. The child gradually stopped sobbing and looked at her with round eyes.
Mu Qingwan reacted and felt a little uncomfortable, wondering if this little guy had grown up in vain. If he couldn't coax him, he would just stop there and be happy.
"Why are you crying, Xiaobao? Have you had a nightmare?" Mu Qingwan wiped the tears from her face.
The child sniffed, confused and panicked, "There are many people outside the door."
Mu Qingwan moved for a moment, her expression a little stiff, "What are you talking about again?"
She looked at Zhan Changfeng as if asking for help. Xiaobao seemed to be able to see something that ordinary people couldn't.
Zhan Changfeng knew clearly whether there was anyone outside the door, but she did not deny it immediately, but asked, "What are those people doing?"
"They came in, took knives and knives, and killed the mother and the baby. The fire was so fierce." The child hiccupped and finished the sentence in a whimper.
"It must be a nightmare." Mu Qingwan hugged her distressedly and patted her back gently.
Zhan Changfeng was taken aback, she extended her consciousness, and all the movements within a hundred miles radius were fed back. She suddenly felt that there was a group of people taking a rest ten miles outside the oasis behind the desert.
Nightfall
A dozen people quietly entered the dilapidated house area, sneaked in and rummaged through each house with portraits, and finally targeted Mu Qingwan's family. They killed the whole family and the young one in their sleep, and burned the house on fire.
Gone to dust.
The fire woke up the dilapidated house area, and the lights in the oasis next to it also lit up. Some guards frowned and rushed over to ask the nearby people to help put out the fire. The fire was burning so fiercely that buckets of water were poured on it as if they were not poured on.
Everyone poured a few buckets of water as tokens and then stopped. Water is precious. Use a little and a little less, how can you waste it?
"There's no sound inside, I'm afraid it's gone."
"Why did you catch fire when you were so good? Did you commit suicide?"
"How pitiful, ugh."
Behind the high sand dunes two miles south of the dilapidated housing area, Mu Qingwan looked at the fire there with lingering fear, hugging her child tightly and feeling at a loss.
"Sure enough, it's just like what Xiaobao said." She glanced at Zhan Changfeng gratefully. If she hadn't used that magical method to conjure people like them, mother and daughter, they would have been killed.
Zhan Changfeng is also looking at her. Although she is a mother, she may not even have a double ten in appearance. "I would like to ask, they seem to be here specifically for you. Have you offended anyone?"
Mu Qingwan shook her head, "I have lived here since I was a child, and I have never had a life-or-death feud with anyone."
"What about your family?"
Mu Qingwan looked towards the oasis and said bitterly, "I was once the daughter of the witch spirit, but I couldn't cultivate the totem, and because I was pregnant with Xiaobao, now my family only has Xiaobao."
Zhan Changfeng thoughtfully asked, "Who is her father?"
The air was silent, and Mu Qingwan's heart felt numb. It was probably because she had answered this question too many times, and had been ridiculed and doubted too many times. Saying it again could no longer arouse any emotion, "She has no father, and I don't know how she got pregnant.