Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1944 Tribulation (18)

"...huh? When did we talk?"

"Just now, otherwise why did you drag me back?"

"Just now? Why do I have no memory at all?"

"Yeah...that's weird, and I don't have the impression either."

"That's why I said that you should eat more pig brains! You can forget it after walking a few steps, really, I'm looking for scolding!"

The soldiers looked at each other.

For some reason, I don't even remember what happened just now.

"Could it be that you really need to replenish your brain?"

they mutter.

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After the soldiers entered the inn, they immediately closed the door.

There was a loud snap.

Outside the door, the crowd was bustling, coming and going.

Not long after, a small figure appeared in an inconspicuous corner outside the inn.

Leaning on crutches, standing there.

White hair with leaves growing on it.

The leaves wobbled, and so did his beard.

Just so worried that he kept falling down, wheezing, without blinking at all.

Watching the soldiers go in, he hunched over and looked towards where they passed.

Feeling the vicious vibe, he sighed deeply, feeling so worried that he could live for hundreds of years.

"Damn girl, please don't meddle in the affairs of the world, and refuse to listen to it—"

It's all right now, the heavenly soldiers and generals are all watching from above.

Look at her, a little fox demon, abusing spells and causing harm to the world.

Even though Emperor Ziwei is going through the catastrophe now, the Heavenly Court will not pursue it for the time being, but as long as the Emperor returns to the Heavenly Court, wouldn't she——

The land old man was really worried and panicked.

The hair that was finally replenished by eating thousand-year-old ginseng fell out again.

Falling endlessly.

He leaned on crutches and sighed.

Walk towards another less-crowded street, limping, slowly.

Like going somewhere.

Soon, his figure disappeared and disappeared around the corner.

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night.

Night falls.

It's time for dinner.

The town was tossed all day by those endless inspections by soldiers, all of whom complained, but dared not speak out.

I had to hide at home to avoid the limelight.

After the sun goes down, there are fewer people on the street.

Even the children who loved to come out to play in the past disappeared, and were watched by the adults at home and were not allowed to come out.

In the small town, it became quiet.

Looking from a distance, the previous excitement was gone.

Like a huge sleeping tomb, the atmosphere is deep and dark.

It makes people feel heavy.

On the northernmost side of the town, near the highest point of the mountains.

The wind whistling at night, blowing from the mountains and forests.

Blowing to the dilapidated straw house under the rugged mountain range, the dead grass on the eaves rustled.

One after another, the wind blows the dead grass away.

The tattered, repaired door was also creaked by the wind.

It was wobbly, like a drunk old man, about to fall down.

Completely scrapped.

When the old man wandered here with a cane, he only felt that the wind was unusually strong.

The wind blowing down from the mountain was whistling, and the wind outlet was facing the dilapidated courtyard.

Bitter and violent cold wind brings the bleakness and dryness of autumn.

Just blowing the yard like this, with a sweeping momentum.

The environment is really bad and the location is really bad.

The old man stabilized the leaves on his head, and stood in front of the creaking gate.

(End of this chapter)