Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

Bai Lu, who was having breakfast with Zhui Bing and the others, looked up at Hong Tong standing at the door and his mouth twitched for a while, seven days had passed in a flash.

Three days ago, he wanted to go to Feng Lianwu to ask about Huo Ning.

But on the way, she met Hong Tong who was exercising martial arts with Bai Qian. The world can learn from it. She just accidentally said "too slow", and Hong Tong mumbled that she wanted to compete with her.

In desperation, the two fought together.

The two flew together on the eaves, Bailu just wanted to kick Hongtong, but Hongtong stepped on the edge of the eaves and almost fell.

At that time, Bailu naturally stretched out his hand to grab Hongtong's hand, turned around, and held Hongtong's hand in his arms.

After that, Hong Tong ran towards her from time to time.

Even the care for egrets has reached the point of meticulous care.

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"Five Ghost Festival, what is that?"

Xiaoyu opened her pale red watery eyes, obviously very interested in the Five Ghost Festival.

"The Five Ghosts Festival is a festival that has been passed down from ancient times. It is said that on this day, everyone will dress up as ghosts and scare people on the street. In the end, it will be judged who is the most daring and who is the most timid. There are rewards, and punishments for the timid."

Hongtong patiently explained to Xiaoyu, and when she finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes and smiled at Bailu, "Do you want to go, Mr. Wuming? I think you are bored staying in Fenggong."

"That's right, I'll wash my hair before going." Bailu raised his hand and rubbed his long silver hair.

Hongtong's smiling eyes turned into crescent moons, she said: "The Five Ghost Festival has already started, Mr. Wuming, you go and play first, put your head here, I will bring it to you after I wash it."

Just as Hong Tong finished speaking, all eyes were focused on her.

Bailu looked at the innocent smile on Hongtong's face, and the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched crazily.

Put your head here, wash it and bring it to yourself?Can I take it back?

After reacting, her red cheeks flushed suddenly, she raised her eyes to see Xiaoyu's terrified gaze, and smiled dryly.

"Forget it, don't wash it, let's go. If I really wash it for you, I think I'll go directly to Yan Wang and ask Yan Wang to wash it for me." Bailu raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

Just as Bailu stood up, he heard a voice in his head, "Bailu, do you want to wash your hair? Throw your head here, and I will let Shura wash it for you before sending it back."

Hearing Yama's serious voice came from the binoculars, the corners of Bailu's mouth twitched a few times.

Today everyone sees that her head is not pleasing to the eye...

When Hades was lying on the chair and talking, Shura just opened the door and walked in.

Looking at the smoke that was talking to Bailu, he added with a serious face, "Bailu, it's also okay to help you take a bath."

I saw rows of black lines falling down the egret's forehead.

Clenching his hands tightly, Bailu roared in his heart: "Fuck you."

"Yan Wang, help me check the life and death books of Qing Shalan and Xi Menxue, and see if their souls have been taken away by black and white impermanence."

Half closed his eyes, Bai Lu clenched his hands slightly, and countless cells in his body seemed to start to swim.

From Wuduya, she had hope for Qing Shalan and the others' survival, and then despaired.

The same is true for the Sunset Desert, where there is hope and then despair.

Now, there is hope again, is it despair again?

Although it is said that Qing Shalan and Ximenxue did not die in the mouth of the setting sun beast, there is no guarantee that the two of them will survive.