Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 747 Mask Game

   Jiang Wang sneaked back to the Lingxiao Pavilion.

  The whole process is very private.

  Wearing a mask on her face, her body wrapped in airtight.

  If he hadn't written a letter to Ye Qingyu in advance, he would have been beaten out of the door by the guardian power of the Lingxiao Pavilion, and there would be no chance of getting into the secret place.

  Of course, Ye Qingyu gave him a rare look, and on the way to pick him up into the secret land of Lingxiao, he was cold all the way.

  Jiang Wang didn't know that Ye Qingyu once thought he was dead.

  But he knows that if he disappears for no reason, his relatives and friends are unavoidable to worry.

  He is not the kind of person who is extremely self-conscious, and he does not feel that he should have the infinite tolerance of his relatives and friends in his nine deaths. Especially since he did not inform anyone of his actions from beginning to end.

   "Hey that..."

   Jiang Wang tried to enliven the atmosphere, his voice through the mask, a little dull: "The scenery is really good!"

   Ye Qingyu led the way and did not respond.

  There is indeed no good response.

  She grew up here, and every plant and tree is so mature that she can’t be more mature. Do you still need Jiang Wang to tell us what the scenery is like here?

   "Friends, please be careful, the steps ahead are very steep!" Jiang Wang took the initiative to care.

  Ye Qingyu:...

  Everyone is a monk from the inner palace with supernatural powers. Wouldn't I be able to walk even a step?

  She said angrily: "You still think about how to explain to An An after a while! She has been crying for several days!"

   "Ah yes." Jiang Wang said guiltily, "It should be explained."

   Soon he brought some confidence: "But I have already prepared."

  Co-authored only to explain to Jiang An’an, right? The Yunhe biography that you gave me just said "Father of Daoist, come and pick me up"?

   Ye Qingyu's face became cold again, and her pace was quickened.

  Jiang Wanghun didn’t know what went wrong, so he could only catch up.

  Considering that Jiang Wang wanted to hide his deeds, Ye Qingyu deliberately took him along a secret trail, avoiding other disciples in the pavilion, and came to Jiang An’an’s room.

  At that time, Xiao An'an was working on the copybook, sitting upright at the desk, holding the writing brush in a proper manner, and writing the words one by one—Jiang Wang had bought too much for her before.

   "An'an!" Ye Qingyu showed a brilliant smile: "Look who is here!"

   Xiao An'an turned around after hearing the sound, and at a glance recognized Jiang Wang next to Ye Qingyu, even though he was so tightly wrapped and cumbersome.

  With a small mouth, tears will begin to shed.

   "The cutest Jiang An'an in the whole world, look at what this is!" Jiang Wang hurried forward, brushing her calligraphy writing, and conjured up a piece of delicious food.

  There are golden paper pig's feet, firecracker cake, green woven noodles, Yunxiao cake... and a pot of steaming goose white soup.

  "These are all New Year gifts my brother prepared for you. I bought them in Weiguo. The road was too far and I was lost again, so I was late!"

After Kujue left, he thought for a while and decided to return to the Lingxiao Pavilion. No matter where he was going next, he had to talk to An An. Her small heart is actually sensitive and fragile. If she left silently like this, she would definitely be sad.

  Furthermore, after Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui failed in this pursuit, as long as he did not die to Zhuangguo, he would actually be safe in the West. It is impossible for a country owner to do nothing all day long and just wait to kill him.

  The country closest to the barren mountain where Monk Kujue beat him up is Weiguo. He made a special trip to Weiguo, asked a lot of local people, and put together a table of specialties.

  Getting along with Jiang An’an, the biggest weapon he has is eating.

   Jiang An'an blinked, and her long eyelashes pinched an unfalling teardrop, like a stream of shattered jade.

   Jiang Wang felt his hand held by a gentle little hand.

   "Are you afraid when you get lost?" Jiang Anan looked at him and asked seriously.

  Jiang Wang was stunned.

  He just made up a reason casually, saying that he was lost. A monk in the inner palace with supernatural powers gets lost, just as ridiculous as a monk in the inner palace with supernatural powers will walk unstable steps.

  Probably only children will believe it.

  Probably only Jiang An’an will always give him the purest care.

   "Yes, a little bit." Jiang Wang reluctantly smiled.

   "Don't be afraid anymore, when you get lost, I will go to you!" Jiang An'an nodded, as if to emphasize his reliability.

   Ye Qingyu said warmly: "I can testify, An An has been looking for several days. She is really the best sister in the world!"

   Jiang Wang has infinite tenderness in his heart. Under the cover of the mask, he can hide his fragility.

   "Friend Daoist Ye, let's eat together." He spread out the bowl and chopsticks to invite.

  The softness on Ye Qingyu's face quickly retracted, glanced at him, and coldly said: "I have something else, let's go."

  After that, he really turned around and left.

  To Jiang Anan and Jiang Wang, they have completely different attitudes.

  Jiang Wang was confused, and while helping Jiang Anan to disassemble the golden paper pig's feet, he asked: "What's wrong with her?"

  Little Jiang Anan is really not a reliable puzzler, but he has no one else to ask at this time.

   "I'm not happy." Jiang Anan ate the soft pig's feet.

  Jiang Wang helped her remove all the bones. She only needs to deal with the slippery but not greasy skin and soft tendons.

   vaguely said: "When you treat me badly, I will be unhappy."

   "Oh." Jiang Wang sighed: "It seems that Pavilion Master Ye doesn't care enough about her daughter. He is probably busy with cabinet affairs and can't be as kind to you as I am. It is a pity that he is an elder, so it is inconvenient for me to say anything."

  Jiang An'an gave him a strange look, her mouth bulging: "Uncle Ye is very good to Sister Qing Yu! She seems to be unhappy when she sees you?"

   "Ah, isn't it?" Jiang Wang realized afterwards.

   Jiang Anan slurped a sip of the hot soup and nodded his head: "Look, as soon as you talk, she is gone."

  Jiang Wang absently fiddled with a piece of firecracker cake, letting the fragrance wander around the tip of his nose.

   "No, I didn't offend her?" he doubted.

   "Then I don't know." Jiang Anan shrugged like a little adult, and took another big mouthful of green woven noodles.

  This noodle is made with Weiguo's unique Fengjiao wheat as raw material, which is green, spicy and refreshing.

   Jiang Wang's mind flashed. It suddenly occurred to him that the Dao Yuan Shi he owed Ye Qingyu had not yet been returned. He has stated many times that he will definitely repay the resources that Lingxiao Pavilion has invested in Jiang An'an. But things like money cost too quickly. In order to buy a squirrel box for Ann, I almost emptied the family...

  No wonder Ye Qingyu is in a bad mood! She must be afraid that she forgot to owe her debt, and she is embarrassed to say!

  Thinking of this, Jiang Wang knew what he should do.

  Jiang An didn’t know what his elder brother was thinking about. While eating noodles, Jiang An looked at the firecracker cake he was playing with, “Brother, do you eat this?”

   "Oh, I have eaten it early, you can eat it." Jiang Wang handed her the bamboo cake.

   Jiang An’an took it, took a bite, and asked smoothly, "Why are you still wearing a mask?"

   Jiang Wang touched his nose.

  If it was meant to hide his deeds, in Jiang An'an's small room at this time, he did not need to cover it.

  But why is he embarrassed to let his sister see his black nose and swollen face?

  The old monk Kujue suffered a lot of damage, which did not really cause any injuries to Jiang Wang, but also left those bruises that could not be easily eliminated.

  With Jiang Wang’s current strength, it takes more effort and more time to solve the small tricks left by a real person in the world...

   "I'm making a game."

  Jiang Wang said seriously: "Mask game. It depends on who wears a mask for a long time. You are not allowed to take it off at any time. I am going to wear it for at least one month and win the first place!"

"what the hell."

   Jiang An’an wrinkled her nose in disgust: "It sounds no fun at all."

"Ok……"

   Jiang Wang sighed silently.

  Before, she must have been clamoring to play together.

  The child has grown up.

  Coaxing the child's cultivation base will soon be unable to keep up.

  (End of this chapter)