The Rebirth of the National Goddess

The scalding hot milk was all spilled on Ling Que's chest, and the milky white liquid was reflected on the blue cloth, looking somewhat embarrassed.

The temperature of the hot milk has reached over 90 degrees. If she is just an ordinary person today, there will be a scar on her chest.

This Chu Jin.

Obviously, bad intentions.

Or, she wanted to test herself.

If Xuanyuan Shangchen hadn't been protecting Chu Jin like a treasure in his heart, Ling Que wouldn't have had the leisure and elegance to play a play with her.

Chu Jin didn't expect Lingque to react like this. Judging from her observation, Lingque should be a very proud person. When encountering such a thing, Lingque should question her angrily. How could she be willing to swallow her anger? On the contrary, it is too unreasonable to care about whether she has been burned.

Things didn't go in the direction Chu Jin expected at all.

This spirit magpie, the city is too deep.

Compared with her, I am still far behind.

"I'm fine," Chu Jin smiled calmly, "Your clothes are dirty, I'll get you one of mine and change it for you."

Ling Que directly declined, "Don't bother, I should go back."

"Let's change it," Chu Jin said softly, "It's so uncomfortable to go back in wet clothes. I'm about the same size as you. My clothes should be suitable for you, or do you mind if I wear them?"

Ling Que smiled slightly, "Since that's the case, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

After getting a response, Chu Jin opened the door of the closet and took out a red dress from inside, "Brother Xuanyuan just bought this dress for me, and I haven't worn it once, so you can make do and wear it back."

The cabinet is full of red clothes, with almost no variegated color.

This is to copy Jun Huang's entire life!

too crazy.

Ling Que couldn't help thinking of the number one beauty in the world of supernatural powers. Back then, the number one beauty was shocked when she saw the picture scroll of the empress, and she became obsessed with red. In her eyes, red has almost become her exclusive.

Now, a thousand years have passed, and people have long forgotten the empress dressed in red in the prosperous age, and only see the first beauty in red.

Red seems to be born for the first beauty, but she doesn't know that she is just a mere imitation.

Red is a color that is attractive to people. An ordinary posture can't control the dazzling red at all, and it will be reduced to a foil if you are not careful.

And Chu Jin.

That's not the idea of ​​fighting.

Ling Que took the clothes, and Chu Jin took her arm affectionately and led her to the fitting room, "Go inside and change, I'll wait for you outside." The whole sentence hardly gave Ling Que a chance to refuse.

"Okay." Ling Que walked in and closed the door.

Chu Jin stood outside the door, a mocking arc curled up at the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that this spirit magpie is just a soft mud that can be manipulated by others. Earlier, she was the one who looked up to her.

a few minutes.

After changing her clothes, Ling Que came out. Her facial features were not outstanding, but she was fair-skinned. Wearing a red dress was not particularly ugly, but rather charming.

However, there was Chu Jin standing next to her, who was dressed in red and was as beautiful as jade. Compared with the two, Ling Que could hardly find any sense of existence.

As the saying goes, without comparison, there is no harm.

Chu Jin looked at her and said with a faint smile, "No wonder my sister doesn't want to wear my clothes. You still have to choose the clothes that suit you. The color and style are not important. What matters is the fit. Just like some things, they belong to you." It's yours, it's not yours, and you can't grab it, the most important thing to be a human being is to see yourself clearly." In one sentence, there is a meaning.

The smile on Ling Que's face remained the same, he casually brushed his long hair, looked at himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and said in a flat voice, "You are right, a sparrow will always be a sparrow, no matter how much you hop around, you can't change it." Fenghuang, the most important thing in being a human being is to see yourself clearly, so, have you seen yourself clearly?" After saying the last sentence, Ling Que turned his gaze to Chu Jin, and the shining light in his eyes seemed to turn into substance, almost burning him. Chu Jin's eyes.

A puppet also has the face to say such shameless words in front of him.

Really overwhelmed.

Chu Jin stared at her blankly, unable to react for a moment.

It really is……

Even this appearance of myself is fake, so what qualifications do I have to mock Ling Que?

A sparrow will always be a sparrow.

What Ling Que said was really heartbreaking.

She just borrowed the wind from Chu Jin.

Even the name matches her.

She is just a substitute for Chu Jin.

no!

She wants to get rid of this predicament. In this world, it is never possible for two identical people to exist at the same time.

Before Chu Jin could calm down, Xuanyuan Shangchen walked in from the door, holding a blue and white porcelain bowl in his hand, which was steaming outside.

The two people in front of them were both wearing red floor-length dresses. Xuanyuan Shangchen looked away lightly, walked up to Chu Jin, and said in a deep voice, "Drink the medicine first."

"Okay," Chu Jin nodded, took the porcelain bowl, and drank the concoction in it. Perhaps the concoction was too bitter, and Xiumei frowned. Xuanyuan Shangchen immediately handed over a candied fruit.

Since waking up, Chu Jin has been drinking a bowl of this concoction every day, and she never asked about the efficacy of the concoction.

No one ever told her either.

Her intuition told her that Xuanyuan Shangchen would not harm her, he had her in his heart.

He is good to himself.