Bai Hong was speechless.
Jiujiu had said his line. What was he going to say?
Jiujiu sneered. "Bai Hong, I know what you mean. But just because I understand this doesn't mean that I'm willing to accept it.
I know that it's an honorable thing to sacrifice for humanity, but I'm just a young girl. I haven't been in a relationship. I haven't even walked out of this mountain village to see the sea. I don't want to die at all. "
Jiujiu looked at Qing Lan and Bai Hong. She smiled bitterly. "Before Wu Yan told me that I was a sacrifice, I was just a very ordinary girl. I was sad, I was sad, and I was scared.
I was scared of dying. "
At this moment, Jiujiu became the lonely and helpless girl, Xia Qiu Dong.
When everyone told her that she was sacrificing herself for the sake of the entire human race, no one thought about whether Xia Qiu and Dong would be afraid.
No matter how noble and nice they said it, Xia Qiu Dong was still scared.
Xia Qiu Dong was just a girl who wasn't even 20 years old.
She was shy by nature. The boldest thing she had done in her life was to let Qing Lan stay at her house. Now, all they did was kiss and tell her that she would be fine. How could she not be scared?
Jiujiu looked at Bai Hong. "I know it's not appropriate for me to say this, but I hope you can remember that whether I agree to the sacrifice or not, I'm not in the wrong.
Because my life is mine. I can do whatever I want. You have no right to interfere. This is my freedom. "
After Jiujiu finished speaking, she turned and left without looking back.
Looking at Jiujiu's back, Bai Hong sighed. He turned to look at Qing Lan and asked, "What do we do now?"
Originally, they wanted to coax Jiujiu into learning the Dharma spells. When the time was right, they would tell Jiujiu about the sacrifice. They hoped that Jiujiu would agree.
And now, Jiujiu already knew why they wanted her to learn magic. She was afraid that she would never be willing to learn magic again.
She wasn't even willing to learn spells, let alone things related to sacrifices. They were afraid that as soon as they spoke, they would be rejected by Jiujiu.
Jiujiu left the house. She pressed her palm against her chest and gasped for breath.
At that moment, she finally knew what the divine power of the Nan Clan was.
Even though she had imprisoned Xia Qiu Dong's souls in her body, she could still transmit her thoughts through a tiny gap.
It was a good thing that Xia Qiu and Dong still had the divine power of the Muran Tribe in their bodies.
But it wasn't a good thing.
Jiujiu's eyes darkened as she listened to Xia Qiu's words. She turned around and took out a small box from the junk room.
Although it was called a small box, it was really a small box. It was only the size of two palms.
The box looked old, and the lock used to lock it was rusty.
Jiujiu gently tugged at the lock, and the lock was pulled off.
The corner of her mouth twitched. Jiujiu opened the box and began to look inside.
There was a diary and a piece of wood that she couldn't tell what material it was made of.
The diary was old like the box, and the paper had turned old and dark yellow.
There were a total of ten diaries. The earliest one was from ten years ago. It was written in very simple words about a woman's love for a man and their love story. Based on the age, it could be inferred that this woman was Xia Qiu and Dong Xuan's grandmother.
Xia Qiu's grandmother used very young words to describe in detail how she met Xia Qiu's grandfather, how they fell in love, got married, and how long after they got married, they had Xia Qiu's father.
After that, it was the trivial process of raising a child.
However, this process ended when Xia Qiu's father was three years old.
Because that year, Xia Qiu's grandfather suddenly disappeared.
After Xia Qiu's grandfather disappeared, Xia Qiu's grandmother raised Xia Qiu's father alone. When Xia Qiu's father was admitted to university, she sent him outside.
Xia Qiu's father studied outside for four years. Then, he met Xia Qiu's mother and had Xia Qiu's children.
Because Xia Qiu's father and mother were busy with work, Xia Qiu's mother was sent to live with her grandmother.
What Xia Qiu's grandmother didn't expect was that when Xia Qiu's father and mother were three years old, Xia Qiu's father and mother suddenly disappeared during a field trip. There was no news of them since then.
When her son was three years old, she lost her beloved husband. When her granddaughter was three years old, she lost her beloved son.
Jiujiu did not know what kind of thoughts Xia Qiudong's grandmother had when she raised her granddaughter.
Xia Qiu's grandmother was a very amazing woman.
Jiujiu quickly flipped to the last diary.
It was obvious that Xia Qiu's grandmother was very weak at this time. She didn't write the diary once a day. Instead, she only wrote once in a while.
Just when Jiujiu flipped to the last page, the handwriting on it suddenly became messy. It was written all over it. It's all fake. They're all lying to me. They're all lying to me.
When Jiujiu flipped it open again, the diary had already been torn apart. The pages at the back had all been torn off.
But from the messy handwriting at the end and the pages that had been torn because of force, it could be seen how irritable and sad the person who wrote the diary was.
However, what made Jiujiu curious was the "them" in Xia Qiu's grandmother's diary.
What were they lying to her about?
And what was their purpose in lying to Xia Qiu's grandmother?
And who was "them" referring to?
Just when Jiujiu put the last diary down, the box suddenly creaked. Then, Jiujiu saw the box split into two. She saw the pendant in the secret compartment of the box.
The style of the pendant was very simple. There was only one name on it.
Xia He.
Xia Qiu's father's name was Xia Lan. Obviously, Xia He was Xia Qiu's grandfather's name.
Even Xia Qiu didn't know her grandfather's name.
This was the first time Xia Qiu knew her grandfather's name clearly.
Jiujiu also just found out that the man who gave Xia Qiu's bloodline was called Xia He.
The pendant was made of a very special material. It was very strange. It was neither metal nor non-metal. It was bone-chilling to the touch.
In less than a minute, Jiujiu felt extremely uncomfortable holding the pendant with her flesh and blood.
Jiujiu put the pendant aside and wrapped it with a cloth. Then, she put the diary in the drawer and went to the kitchen to cook.
Although she was angry with Qing Lan and Bai Hong, life still went on. At least, she still had to eat, right?
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