Her head was about to explode, as if a big living person had been stuffed into a suitcase, unable to move.
Now, she couldn't even move a finger.
Her eyes were dark and she couldn't see anything.
Her whole body ached, and there were bursts of heartbreaking pain, as if there was an iron rod stirring back and forth in her body, and her internal organs were broken into millions of pieces.
Oh my god, it hurts so much.
I really want to pass out as soon as my eyesight goes dark, so I don’t know the pain, but Tang Ning really doesn’t dare.
The client has suffered such a serious injury.
Just think about it with your toes and you will know that the matter is not simple. .
Speaking of which, the last second I was lying on the beach wearing a bikini, drinking coconut water, admiring the handsome guy's eight-pack abs and sexy wheat-colored skin.
Maybe I can meet a foreign guy.
This is of course a joke.
Tang Ning is not willing to pick up men in front of other people's shells, and the client must not be happy to have her body ruined by the tasker.
While she was taking a leisurely vacation, she was thinking about how to trick people.
She didn't expect to be teleported the next second.
What a surprise.
The client's wish was completed much faster than she imagined.
Does this mean that her professional level is not bad?
Tang Ning was enjoying herself in pain.
She covered her head.
If she could still cover her head, the pain would come over her like a tide.
It hurt as if someone suddenly took a hammer and smashed her bones, hit her with a hammer, violently, it hurt, it really hurt, her face would almost twist, if she could still control her facial expression.
She couldn't be in a vegetative state, otherwise, how could she be in so much pain that it made her unconscious.
The system, this bastard, couldn't be summoned no matter how hard she called.
It was just working against her, which was of no use at all.
She had to worry that it would betray her at any time.
Was there such a miserable taskmaster as her in this world?
She can't sleep, she can't sleep.
She wants to receive the client's memory.
She doesn't want to die.
Even if she dies, she has to drag the system along with her.
The anger aroused cannot stop the boundless pajamas.
Tang Ning's head was empty and she fell unconscious.
She's not dead yet, it still hurts, but what's going on with this 360-degree angle of view?
Her body trembled slightly, and the flowers on the branches trembled.
Looking at the flowers on the branches, Tang Ning almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Her eyes fell on her body.
She was now a peach tree, with buds dotted on the branches and delicate flowers.
This look and appearance are definitely the best among peach trees, but even the best ones are still just peach trees.
Tang Ning: The client is a peach tree, and the wish of a peach tree is definitely not playing tricks on her, or the system is playing tricks on her.
Even a husky is better than a peach tree.
It cannot move or run.
If the fruit it produces is delicious, it will be ignored.
If it tastes astringent, no one will care about it.
In the future, people will break off the branches and peel off the bark.
In the future, someone will come here and see that the peach tree is strong, so they will uproot the peach tree to make firewood.
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If the enemy of the peach tree is the bad guy who uprooted the tower, what would she do?
Use the peach to kill the woodcutter who cut down the tree.
Ahhhh, just thinking about it makes me angry.
The system didn't dare to come out.
Could it be because she had done something wrong and was too guilty?
She was afraid that she would greet her eighteen generations of ancestors when she came out.
She wanted to be quiet and don't ask her who she was.
Both eyes burst into tears.
If the client were a tree, it wouldn't be easy.
Although it is said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a spirit, there might be a fish that slips through the net.
As a peach tree with a soul and consciousness, it cannot be so devoid of pursuits.
When Tang Ning tried to move its branches, she felt a heartbreaking pain.
The pain became more and more intense, and she once lost consciousness due to the severe pain all over her body.
At the same time, the client's memories flooded in one after another.
The client is not an ordinary peach tree, she is a peach tree spirit, who has practiced cultivation for a thousand years, and is still a ignorant little monster.
Perhaps it was because the plants and trees became spirits, and it was relatively simple.
The Peach Blossom Demon's memory fragments were very few, but they were enough for Tang Ning to piece together a memory.
After receiving the client's memory, Tang Ning knew that this was the place where the client was born, raised, and even cultivated, a dilapidated temple.
However, ten years ago, a drought that had not been seen in a century occurred in this place, and this temple, which was originally prosperous, fell into ruin in an instant.
The monk who originally became a monk here is no longer here, and the temple remains dilapidated and deserted.
Usually there are three or two yellow children playing here, breaking off the branches of the client from time to time.
You must know that the client is a living fairy.
Breaking off her branches is the same as breaking off a person's fingers.
It hurts a lot.
As long as the client doesn't hurt anyone, she can only be bullied like this.
Every rainy day is the happiest time for the client, because the mountain roads are muddy and no children will bully her.
But one rainy day two years ago, a jade-faced scholar came here, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking in the pouring rain.
His clothes were all wet.
He settled in this ruined temple and studied hard in order to go to high school.
Watering the little peach blossom and driving away the children who broke the branches, the clear and clear voice of the scholar made the little peach blossom secretly make a wish.
As soon as the little peach blossom made a wish, the little peach blossom faced the disaster of transformation.
Lightning struck half of the peach tree, and the scholar watered the peach blossoms while reviewing his lessons under the peach tree.
How happy it would be if I could become a girl and the wife of a scholar.
Then a young girl came up from the mountain, with a face like a peach blossom, a graceful figure, as quiet as a flower shining on the water, and her movements were like the wind supporting a willow, just like a fairy walking out of a painting.
Little Taohua and the scholar became familiar with each other over time, and they fell in love with each other.
They lived in the temple together.
How could the ignorant little demon know that the two of them were having an affair without a matchmaker and were not a serious couple.
One is reading and the other is grinding ink.
You and I are busy with each other, making others envious.
The two of them had spent time together before and under the moon, and had a promise that they would never forget each other for all eternity.
The scholar once had to work hard for a long time to earn a little money because he had to buy rouge and gouache for little peach blossoms and write couplets for others.
He also once couldn't cook because of his little peach blossom, so he washed his hands and made soup himself, and his smile was full of sweetness.
In the dead of night, people whisper, vowing to each other for life.
When the spring flowers are blooming, they paint with ink.
The girl in the painting is as graceful as a fairy.
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But that was a long, long time ago, and the current scholar is no longer the original scholar.
What Xiao Taohua doesn't know is that the scholar she loves has been a completely different person since he was a scholar.
In this world, even loving couples can only share adversity but not happiness.
There is always a change of heart.
It’s not the little peach blossom who changes her heart, it’s the scholar.
He is no longer as worthless as he was two years ago.
Although he is a young scholar, he is young and has a high level of writing, so he is not afraid of not getting ahead.
The prefect intended to betroth his precious daughter to him.
The prefect asked him if he was a match, but the scholar confoundedly said no.
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