Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags

"That day, the guests in the city lord’s mansion had a big banquet, the lanterns were on, singing and dancing, but I saw a woman in a red dress stepping on the moon and dancing in a neon dress, stunning the four."

The storyteller on the stage slammed the gavel hard, and his voice rose: "This is the first meeting between the lord and his wife. Later, according to the lord, he has often had the same dream since he was a teenager." The goddess stepped on the moon, her red dress was like a fire, and her figure gradually disappeared when the clouds were steaming, and she hurriedly lost her track-but the city lord had been searching for so many years and finally saw her on that day."

Most of the people in the audience were immortal disciples who came to participate in the Ten Method Conference. They were very interested in this flash marriage love story of disparity between men and women. Someone yelled, "But I heard that when he married his new wife, It has not been a year since the death of the upper city lord's wife!"

This is simply a blatant smashing place, but many people followed him to respond: "Yes! How can you be worthy of the previous lady's spirit in the sky?"

"This, this—"

The storyteller was obviously a little flustered, and hurriedly wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief: "You all know something. The city lord and the last lady are not only a well-known family marriage in the city, but also a notorious emotional discord. When they appear together on weekdays, although they can be called "respect as guests," they can easily see that there is no friendship between them, and they are very cold."

He talked dryly, and drank a cup of half-herbal tea. Seeing that many monks showed curiosity in the audience, he took advantage of the situation and continued: "The last city lord’s wife, whose surname is Song Ming Xian Ning, was a child from a young age. The young lady who grew up in a deep boudoir has always had poor bones and rarely even goes out of the house."

The people in the city are all destined to love the story of Luo Yuanming and Luan Niang, and there is very little mention of this Miss Song. Many people heard her name for the first time, so they closed their mouths subconsciously and kept listening with their ears up.

"But what about the city lord? A monk who has been outside for many years, if he hadn't had to inherit the lord of the city, he might have been traveling around the world until now. These two have completely different experiences, interests, and personalities. Even if they really want to spark a spark, I’m afraid. difficult."

The storyteller shook his head and sighed: "Actually, she was also a good girl, but unfortunately the sky was not as expected, and she suddenly suffered from a serious illness, so she left like that...Oh, good luck makes people."

"I have another question!"

The young disciples have been practising diligently in the sect for so many years, and finally were able to get in touch with some exciting gossip, all of them were very enthusiastic, and said in a loud voice: "I have heard a rumor that the missing girls in Luan City are very It may have something to do with Luanniang-I don't know how your husband views this matter?"

The audience was in an uproar.

This question is quite sensitive. However, the storyteller was able to talk about it, and for a while, he did not take into account other things, and said in a low voice: "Actually, this statement has been passed to the city lord and his wife a long time ago. The wife has proved her innocence. I searched the bedroom and belongings in every detail, but found nothing."

Ningning sat in the corner and listened quietly, looking at the white paper full of words on the desk, feeling confused.

Since Pei Ji noticed that Senior Sister Zheng was missing, they have turned back and forth over the images of the night. People come and go in the depths of Hundred Flowers, but never see Zheng Weiqi's shadow.

The eyes of the Luan Bird Statue in the City Lord's Mansion are rotating. As long as you grasp it properly, you can easily avoid supervision. She disappeared without warning, and the only workable explanation was to be taken captive by people with ulterior motives.

He Zhizhou's first reaction was to find the City Lord and Luan Niang immediately, and confront the latter.

However, this gentleman was right. At the beginning, there were rumors in the city that Luan Niang was not afraid of the shadow slanting. She even asked people to search the study she often went to, but she found nothing in the end.

The city owner was very partial to his wife, and after that, he trusted Luanniang more and more, ordered others not to make false comments, and related her to the disappearance.

In other words, Zheng Weiqi is nowhere to be seen now, even if the group of them reported the matter to the city lord, let’s not say whether he would believe the immortal disciple’s unproven words, even if they really agreed to let them search Luanniang, I’m afraid they would also look for it. Without any suspicious clues, she will startle her and make her more defensive.

They have too little information to act rashly.

"Not only Senior Sister Zheng, but Senior Brother is also gone."

Ningning dragged her face with her hand, and put a question mark next to the words "Meng Jue" on the paper.

According to Lin Xun, the senior brother fell into the restaurant after being drunk, but when the three of them went to Tianxiang Pavilion, they learned that he also jumped out of the window last night and disappeared.

"According to common sense, it is very difficult for Taoist practitioners to get drunk, and it is even more outrageous to be as drunk as you were last night."

Ningning pondered for a moment, and said sternly in the sound of the gavel: "Especially Master, he has the highest cultivation level, but he has been drunk the longest and most violently, and has not recovered until this time; the big brother has no news, if Nothing has happened, and I should be still drunk-will the wine be specially added with medicine specifically for monks, the higher the level of cultivation, the greater the impact?"

"And Jiuzhou Spring Return is what Luan Niang specially asked us to drink!"

He Zhizhou's teeth tickled with hatred: "That wine definitely has a problem. Niang Luan made such a deliberately. What is it for?"

"The method of offering sacrifices emphasizes the mutual growth of yin and yang, and the exchange of each one."

Pei Ji said in a deep voice: "If you can find a monk with profound spiritual power, the benefits of the exchange will be greater. Senior Sister Zheng's cultivation level is beyond expectation."

He Zhizhou was shocked when he heard this, and then looked at Ningning, already sweating unconsciously.

If it wasn't for Pei Ji to get drunk last night, and Ningning happened to send him back to the inn to rest, and didn't drink the Jiuzhou Spring Return... Maybe it was not only Zheng Weiqi who was missing, but also her.

"But if it is Mrs. Luan who is really playing tricks behind the scenes, such an unobtrusive method would be too blatant."

Ningning also felt scared for a while, and thanked Pei Ji, who can't drink alcohol, thousands of times: "It's drugging in the wine, and it's just right to take Senior Sister Zheng away right away. Isn't this a clarification that I want to tell us," I did everything, you have the ability to check it out'."

He Zhizhou snorted: "Maybe she prefers this one? It looks pitiful, but when we see us burnt out and helpless, I have already laughed in my heart. What's more, there is a city lord supporting her, no matter how she is a demon. It’s hard to find Niang Luan."

As he spoke, he suddenly saw a white shadow passing by his side, followed by a familiar male voice: "You little masters, are you discussing the case of the missing girl in the city?"

However, when he lifted his head, he saw a plain and unfamiliar face.

Ningning recognized the owner of the voice and lowered the volume a lot: "City Lord?"

"it's me."

Luo Yuanming smiled lightly and nodded: "I often go out of the house and visit the people-don't mind if I sit down here?"

He Zhizhou couldn't hide words in his heart, and after a glance with Ning Ning, he tentatively said: "City Lord, we drank Jiuzhou Spring last night and were unconscious. The master sister disappeared for no reason and has not returned until now."

Luo Yuanming's smile diminished in an instant, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes: "Friend Zheng Dao?"

He Zhizhou nodded fiercely and told him what happened last night and today. Luo Yuanming's brows tightened as he listened, and finally he said in a deep voice, "So, all the trail leaders suspected that this was the work of my wife—— However, she has been inseparable from me last night until today. She went to the study to read a book, and she was also accompanied by a maid."

Ning Ning's thoughts paused.

"Luanniang is not high-born, and many people have prejudice against her. I am her husband, who knows her best. Although she is a dancer, she has a strong temperament and high ambitions, so she definitely does not commit crimes. Things."

Although his volume was low, his eyes revealed fiery determination and awe-inspiring colors. During the conversation, he clenched his fists and said with a serious face: "You don't need to worry, Luo Mou will do his best to find out about this and return a peaceful city to Luan. ."

This city lord is famous for being upright and honest, and diligent in serving the public. I heard that in order to find out the real culprit, he used to stay awake for three days and three nights in front of the images recorded by the Luan Bird Statue——

Although nothing was found in the end.

According to the established rules, this kind of people are no different from the policemen in domestic movies. When something goes wrong, they don't know anything about it. When the storm arrives at the scene, the protagonist has all resolved the incident.

Ningning had a headache, and with little hope left, she asked him: "The city lord, since the criminal court has searched all night, what conclusions has it come to?"

"We have considered many motives, the most likely of which is to use living people to make sacrifices."

Luo Yuanming said: "Most of the missing women are sixteen or seventeen years old, which is the best age for sacrifices. The kidnappers should be monks. As for the purpose, the method of evil is unpredictable. There are countless ways to use the stranger as the guide. Refining the soul, robbing the soul, robbing the house, and even using the furnace to make up is a possibility."

Sure enough, it's almost the same as I didn't say.

"Besides, I still have a secret here. It is said that the city lord is exceptionally talented and is an outstanding monk. He does not know that he has been aware of the damage of the sea and has weak spiritual power since he was born. The barrier city found an unexpected opportunity."

The storyteller on the stage didn't know that the city lord himself was here, and he still said to himself. Ningning glanced at Luo Yuanming and got a gentle smile from the other party, and motioned her to continue listening.

"Nine dead in the desert, but there are endless treasures of heaven and earth. At midnight, I saw the sky and sand like snow, and the quiet moon like a hook. Under the looming crescent spring, where the water is sparkling, there is a red lotus. Blooming--"

There was another gavel sound: "That is actually a rare treasure in a century, Gu Yuelian!"

Someone in the audience asked curiously: "What is the connection between this lotus and the sea of ​​consciousness?"

"A monk who is damaged by the sea of ​​consciousness is tantamount to breaking through the path of immortality. Everyone is a **** and it is difficult to save. However, if a few rare medicinal materials are used to refine the pill, it will have the effect of changing life against the sky and reshaping the roots and bones."

Ningning's heart thumped.

It was indeed said in the original work that the reason why Wen Hemian was able to restore his cultivation was due to the exhaustion of other elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect to find medicinal materials, but they did not mention a word of what those spiritual plants were.

The most regrettable thing is that since it will take many years to gather the medicinal materials, when Wen Hemian recovers, he is already covered with old illnesses and depressed all day long. Even if the sea of ​​consciousness recovers, it will be difficult to reach the level of the year.

The two of them are pen pals who still maintain correspondence. If she can do her best to find out, maybe it will make Elder Wen recover early, and she won't have to suffer so much innocence.

Ning Ning thought of this, raised her eyes and hurriedly looked towards Luo Yuanming. The latter noticed this line of sight and raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Girl Ningning, are you interested in this matter?"

Ning Ning was not cautious when facing him, and nodded in response: "A person I know also knows the sea is destroyed...I have been looking for a way to recover."

"People you know?"

He was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Could it be Elder General Star?"

Ningning nodded.

The always quiet Pei Ji moved her fingertips, raised her eyelids and glanced at her very quickly, then stopped talking.

"To restore the Sea of ​​Consciousness, a total of five medicinal materials are needed. The elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect are also trying their best to search for him, and now there are only two flavors that have not been found."

Luo Yuanming said, "One is Lonely Moon Lotus, and the other is Lingshu Immortal Grass."

Ning Ning wrote down these two medicinal materials in the bottom of her heart and nodded gently.

"The lonely lotus is the most difficult to find. It may grow on cliffs, volcanic snow tops, or it may just be a red lotus by the pool of an ordinary person. It depends on fate to meet, but it is impossible to meet."

Seeing the little girl in front of him with a serious face, he couldn't help but let out a low smile from her chest: "As for the Lingshu Immortal Grass... There are rumors that in the secret realm of your next trial, there happens to be a plant."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Ning couldn't help but breathe sharply: "The next trial?"

"There are two rounds of the Ten Method Association. The second round used to have the disciples fight one-on-one. This year, it changed to a more dangerous way."

Luo Yuanming said: "You will enter the secret realm——"

Before he finished speaking, he frowned suddenly, bowed and let out an extremely suppressed cough, and when the right hand covering his lips was removed, Ning Ning still saw a **** color even though he intentionally covered it.

"Recently, I have been suffering from a physical illness, often like this, and I don't know what happened."

Luo Yuanming wiped the blood on his hands and smiled embarrassedly: "It's just a minor illness. Xu has worked hard recently, and it won't be long before he recovers."

This sentence was terrible. Before Ningning had time to continue to inquire about the second round of trials, he heard the storyteller on the stage laugh, breaking the awe-inspiring atmosphere:

"These are meaningless. For the sake of the enthusiasm of the little masters, I will tell you the wonderful story of the city lord's battle with the female nuns of the Ten Thousand Devil's Cave in the frontier fortress for three hundred rounds! That's a lively life. , Tut tut!"

Luo Yuanming's face turned red in an instant, and he waved his hands to explain: "Adaptation is not random, joking is not nonsense... This has never happened before! You believe me!"

"The boy over there! Go ahead and close the door!"

The husband was very upright, thief laughing non-stop: "If the criminal secretary comes in, it will be over. Let's talk in private."

Someone smiled and said, "Sir, do you know that you will be locked up for spreading rumors?"

"This is a rumor!"

He made a stern face: "Even if I was really caught in the Criminal Department, the charge would be'disclosure of the main secrets of the city lord'-hurry up, do you want to hear "Yuanming Touring Ten Thousand Demon Caves" or "The Banshee Juggles" "Ying Yanhuan"?"

Luo Yuanming:...

Luo Yuanming stood up stiffly, and his voice was as cold as iron in the twelfth lunar month: "I would rather listen to "The Story of a Storyteller".

He was full of aura, tearing off the mask on his face as he walked forward, and he walked out of the sense of sight of the Victoria's Secret show.

In the teahouse, the storyteller only treats this as a plainclothes criminal chief, begging for mercy with a bitter face: "The criminal chief, the younger one is forced to make a living, you are very compassionate, don't tell the city lord——"

Halfway through the conversation, I saw the very familiar face of the person after removing the mask.

The storyteller smiled at Jiuquan and said nonsense: "Oh, haha."

Oh, it turned out to be Santo himself.

That's all right.

*

I couldn’t get more useful information from Luo Yuanming, thinking that Tian Xianzi and others ran to Baihuashen after being drunk. According to Ning Ning’s inference, in addition to unconscious medicine, the wine is likely to be mixed with drugs. The fascinating fragrance.

Therefore, the most likely place for Meng Jue is still the flower street with many lanes.

Ning Ning was afraid that he might also have an accident, so he and Pei Ji went back to Baihuashen again. As for He Zhizhou, ashamed to step into this place, he took on the heavy task of inquiring about intelligence and collecting relevant clues among the people in the whole city.

"The last city lord's wife died of a strange illness, and the city lord coughed up blood again today." Ning Ning was anxious and forced herself to calm down and analyze. "This shows that something is wrong. Does the person behind want to kill him?"

Moreover, the reaction of the city lord himself was quite strange. He vomited blood, but he still trusted Luan Niang wholeheartedly, as if he had been hit by Gu.

Now that evening is approaching, the sky is gradually dimming, and the famous Hundred Flowers in the depths of the light and shadow, quietly revealing what it should be.

The heavy pavilions are reflected by the lights as bright as jade, and the lanterns and lanterns are intertwined into pieces. The dark red candlelight lingers in every corner of the air, and the wind is surrounded by the laughter of men and women, accompanied by the crisp ringing of the corner bells. It's like a jingle of streams and springs.

She always felt uneasy about Zheng Weiqi. She didn't have any interest in watching the scenery. She was thinking about how to find Meng Jue, and suddenly she saw two arguing figures not far away.

The man seemed to be drunk, and involuntarily pulled another girl's sleeve. The girl looked only fifteen or six years old, with a flushed face, desperately trying to break free.

"You let go!"

The girl was extremely angry, and her voice was constantly trembling: "I'm calling someone!"

The man turned angrily and smiled: "Still pretending to be high-minded? What kind of good stuff can this flower street have, Xiaoye, I can think of you, so I—"

Before he finished speaking, a burst of biting sword aura suddenly flashed behind him, like a star like electricity, drew a silver-white light in the air, and hit the center of the man's neck directly.

Ningning was in a hurry and didn't have the time to bother with such people. The blow was merciless, causing him to lose consciousness and faint in an instant, causing the girl to hurriedly back up two steps. When she was relieved, she hurriedly raised her head to see them both: "Thank you..."

She has no spiritual power and can't see which one has just used the sword technique.

"Girls are welcome."

Ningning glanced down, and saw that the other party was holding a stack of scrolls and pens in his hands.

The girl's dress is simple, she shouldn't be born in a wealthy home where she can send her daughter to school to paint. She took pictures in the streets where people go, and it should be for the purpose of selling paintings to make money.

Those who sell paintings will always pay attention to the actions of everyone on the street. She understood, and immediately asked: "Girl, have you ever seen a tall and handsome young man in a white shirt with a sword hanging from his waist? He should seem to be drunk and not very sane. "

She didn't have much hope.

Unexpectedly, the girl opened her eyes when she heard this, and quickly looked at her and Pei Ji: "Who are you guys?"

*

"My name is Ahui, and that son was discovered by my grandma at the door of the house."

The girl took the two of them through the long lane, and walked swiftly towards the depths of the flowers. The more they walked in, the dazzling firelight next to them dimmed, like the grand fireworks gradually annihilated, leaving only sporadic ones. A few moments of halo, teetering above the house.

Ning Ning couldn't help but took a deep breath, opened her lips slightly, but could not speak.

Deeper in the depths of the flowers, there is a completely different scene from the feasting and extravagant desires.

The walls are slumping, the houses are getting shorter, and the dragon-like lights are gone. Only a few solitary lights are left, which vaguely outline the outlines of the crowded houses, all of them are rickety and short, and they look very creepy. A dying giant on the ground.

Going further, there is no drunken gold fan and bursts of laughter. The smell of cooking oil, the pitted gutters and the dust from the walls are all around. Some people sitting in front of the room raise their eyes to look at them, their eyes are dark and deep. Reminiscent of a quagmire.

It's like a slum.

The house that Ahui brought them into was not overwhelming, but one of them was submerged in dark shadows. When the door was creaked and opened, there were five or six shadows in front of him.

——The house is narrow and dark, and there are several girls of different ages sitting around the dining table. When they see Ahui opening the door, they all showed surprise.

Seeing her and Pei Ji in a blink of an eye, they fell silent again with some fear.

"They are all like me, children adopted by grandma."

Ahui explained softly: "When a girl is born, she is often thrown away on the side of the road."

As she said, she turned her gaze to the girls at the table: "Where is the brother who is coming home today?"

A little girl less than ten years old replied quietly: "He is asleep and is resting in the room."

"A visitor?"

During the conversation between the two, a gray-haired old woman walked out of the side room. She seemed to be sick, her thin face was as dry as firewood, and she was weakly supporting the wall when she walked, her eyes were muddy and nothing, like a pool of dirty water, reflecting the groggy shadow.

Ahui hurriedly stepped forward to help her: "Grandma! Why did you get out of bed?"

Ningning smiled politely: "Grandma, we are the same door you took in that person this morning, and we are here to find him."

"Oh—that kid."

She nodded suddenly, still maintaining the posture of standing against the wall, her lips curled in a low voice: "You follow me."

This house is not big, and because it is full of women, the beds are naturally small. Meng Jue was born tall and had to curl up into a ball when lying on the bed. He looked a little cute and cute.

And this is precisely the temperament that is most incompatible with him.

"Thank you!"

Ningning's heart hanging for him finally fell to the ground, and she let out a sigh of relief: "Grandma, are you raising the girls outside the room alone?"

The old woman didn't seem to be able to hear clearly, she opened her mouth and thought about what Ning Ning meant for a long time, then raised her lips and chuckled, "Yes."

As she said, she hurriedly glanced out the door, deliberately lowering her voice to prevent the girls from hearing: "Girls, you may not know, people in this place are scared of poverty, and the daughters who gave birth have always been unwelcome, and go deep into the alley from time to time. Once I walked, I could see the discarded baby girls. I have nothing to do, and I can’t call it “raising”. I just sell paintings on the street on weekdays, and I barely earn some money to feed them a bite of food. ."

However, how much money can be made by buying and selling calligraphy and painting.

Ningning looked down at her thin patched shirt, feeling a panic in her heart.

"It's a pity that I'm old, my eyes can't see clearly, and I can't remember anything. Now that I'm sick again, I can only ask Ahui to go out and sell paintings... I don't know what these girls should do after I leave."

Ahui gently held her wrist, and stopped her voice warmly: "Grandma, it won't be possible."

Ningning hesitated: "They...have no other places to go?"

"Where is it not like this in the world?"

A sad expression crossed the turbid eyes of the old woman: "Women are born humble, but men's vassals. If they are boys, they may be able to go to the construction site and dock to help, but the kind of physical work place, how can you want to be weak? Little girl? Fate is like ants, fate is like ants, my fate—"

After she said that, she coughed a few times. When she raised her eyes again, she looked at Ningning with a bit of confusion in her eyes, and said to Ahui next to her: "These two are...?"

"They are friends of that brother this morning."

Ahui explained patiently, then turned to Ningning and said, "I'm sorry, grandma often forgets things."

This is a condition of Alzheimer's syndrome.

"Oh oh."

The old woman nodded blankly and coughed again: "Wait for my grandma to return to the room to continue painting...I'll make more money for you while I can still see it. If I go later and you can't even eat, what's the matter?"

The girl's fingers clenched her arm subconsciously.

Ahui remained silent and did not speak, because she did not want to tell her grandma in person. In fact, her eyesight is not as good as the day, and the things she draws have long been crooked and can't see the traces of the pen; she can't bear to let her know those weird things. The painting has been unable to sell for many days, even if she endured the pain and worked night after night, all she did was useless.

Difficulty and powerless, this seems to be the established destiny of the vast majority of poor women.

Within Luan City, murder cases were frequent and several young girls were missing. No news has been received so far.

In the depths of the hundreds of flowers, the fengchen woman laughed all her life, mostly insincere and fate.

Deep in the mud, there is no way to retreat, let alone resistance, only being forced to accept the life that can see the head at a glance——

But is it really impossible to resist?

"grandmother."

Ningning sighed, "Can you show me your paintings?"

Ningning wanted to buy these paintings with all his private money.

She had only thought of appreciation, and led Ahui to her grandma's room, holding the scrolls and looking down one by one, but when she saw one of them, she couldn't help but froze in place.

It was a painting that dates back to ancient times, depicting a picture of a man and a woman walking side by side under the moon.

Both of them wore men's clothing. The teenager on the left showed only a thin back. The hairband of the **** the right was blown away by the wind. She hurriedly turned her head and stretched out her right hand, wanting to hold it back in her hand.

The blue silk is high, beautiful eyes are waiting, a pair of slender eyes are like an abyss, others only need to look at it, and they are willing to fall into it.

She recognized this face.

She looks like Luan Niang.

"Fancy this painting?"

The grandma laughed and laughed: "I used to see two young boys walking side by side in the flower street late at night, but only then did I realize that one of them was a pretty girl."

"the two of them--"

Ningning's heartbeat speeded up unconsciously.

In everyone's narration, there is no mention of this young man who has a close friendship with Luanniang, if it is he who is passing on the book with the flying pigeon——

"Grandma, do you know what their relationship is?"

"I have never had a conversation with them."

The old man shook his head: "One of them is the wife of the city lord today, right? I made two portraits of them. The wife stopped by the stall one day and stopped for a long time. She bought one of them specially—the one they are all wearing. Men's clothing, sitting by the river and talking from the back."

After many years, when Luanniang saw the painting again, she would still stop and buy it. This shows that the young man has a high status in her heart, perhaps...

Even far more than Luo Yuanming.

Ningning let out a soft voice and continued to ask: "Do you know the name or identity of the young man in the painting?"

The old man was taken aback.

"To say a name," her light gray pupils waved lightly, frowning as if entangled, "I remember a man and a woman, the girl sometimes called him "Zhou", sometimes with the word "cloud". ..."

Zhou, cloud.

No matter how the pinyin tones are arranged and combined, they are names that Ning Ning has never heard of.

This painting was a surprise. She was about to tell her grandmother that she wanted to buy all the paintings, when she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind.

Turning around, it was one of the girls.

Ahui smiled and leaned over: "What's the matter?"

"Outside," the girl looked terrified, lowered her head grievously, "that brother outside..."

She was talking about Pei Ji.

Pei Ji couldn't enter the women's bedroom, so he waited in the hall for Ningning to look at the painting. He often kept his face cold, holding a sword in his hand, and it was not a matter of scaring children once or twice.

Ningning felt a little funny inexplicably. She squatted down and held her cheeks to look at her, bending her eyes and smiling, "You think he is very fierce and scary?"

The girl pouted and nodded.

"In fact, others are fine, gentle and gentle, but they don't like to talk."

She squeezed the little girl's face and only felt a soft skin: "You run in like this, he will be sad after seeing him, and feel that he is hated-please, can you not be afraid of him? You can do it without fear."

Ningning lowered her head as she said, took out a few candies from her storage bag and handed them to her. The little girl had never eaten sweets since she was a child. She blinked her big eyes, thanked her and accepted it carefully: "Really, really?"

"of course it's true!"

Ning Ning replied solemnly: "Actually, he is also cute when he is stern, think about it, does it look like a dazed big dog? It's still very likable."

"Well."

She finally nodded slowly, and very sensitively caught the last words of this strange big sister: "Sister, do you like him?"

Ning Ning's expression instantly froze.

She only said that Pei Ji was "lovable" not long ago. At this time, if you deny it, a good word of persuasion will not be convincing. How can you ask others to like someone who doesn't even like her.

But if she wants to admit that she likes Pei Ji, then--

"Hi, like this kind of thing—"

She squatted a little inexplicably, thinking that Pei Ji himself was not there, and she was coaxing the child again, and she nodded her head simply: "Yeah, you see, that brother is not scary at all, I like him very much. If you can do it, too. It’s fine to like him a little bit so that he doesn’t feel like an annoying guy."

This is Ning Ning's sincere words. She doesn't want Pei Ji to be always excluded by others and become the one who is lonely and feared and hated.

He has been instilled in all kinds of wrong values ​​by his mother since he was a child, and he hates his own existence from the bottom of his heart. If he continues to be like this, over time, his self-disgust and abandonment will definitely become more serious.

She spoke seriously, the sugar was given, and the reason was said. Unexpectedly, the little girl pursed her lips after listening to her, as if she had succeeded in a trick, she smiled and pointed at her back.

Wait, no way.

His head buzzed and exploded at that moment, Ning Ning felt a little bit, and turned around stiffly.

Pei Ji didn't know when he came to the front of the house not far away. At the moment when his eyes were facing her, he subconsciously hugged the sword tighter, and for the first time he clearly showed a flustered look.

"Alas--"

The girl ran out with Tang Meizi, and when she passed by Pei Ji, she quickly raised her head and glanced at him: "Brother blushes."

Cheng Ying laughed until she rolled, and imitated the little girl's tone slyly, and pinched her voice softly: "Hey, my brother is blushing~"

When it finished speaking, it suddenly stopped and turned its gaze to the other side.

The little girl holding the picture scroll in the house suddenly lowered her head, and the crimson color spread from her ears to her white neck.

Pei Ji should be able to understand her meaning, right? That so-called "like" is just pure liking... He is so smart, he wouldn't think too much, right?

——But if you really think too much, then what should you do!

Ning Ning didn't dare to look at him, she just wanted to find a quiet corner and close her eyes peacefully. After a while, she quietly changed the subject, trying to alleviate the extremely ambiguous and dead silence around him: "I plan to... tonight Sneak into the city lord's mansion and have a look."

Pei Ji stared at the sword, and responded in a muffled voice: "I will accompany you."

Huhu.

Chengying grinned quietly.

My sister's face seems to be a bit more red.

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Hahaha I’m sorry, because I left a message before, the most voted person is Sand Sculpture Daily, so I will write more. Sand sculpture is much harder to write than the main line. It’s really not at the end of the hydrology TT routine to concentrate on the main line and emotional drama!

Welcome everyone to guess the music!

Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2020-08-1123:59:55~2020-08-1223:57:18~

Thanks to the little angel who throws the grenades: 3 children don’t know how to worry;

Thank you for the little angels who cast mines: Yuyuyu Xiaoji, Mai Yue, Midnight Wangxing, Qingheng, Yu Yu 1;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!