This temple is very small and dilapidated, like a sloppy stroke in a painting, passed by in a hurry.
Su Qingyu went forward and knocked on the door. A chubby little monk opened the door. He opened the door a crack, poked out his half-bald head, and asked cautiously, "Who is it?"
"We are fleeing from the Governor's Mansion."
"Ah, that donor told me about you." The little monk held the portrait in his hand. He looked at the Su family behind Su Qingyu, and finally set his eyes on Su Qingyu. "Are you all going to come in?"
The donor the little monk mentioned was Su Xiaoyu's father.
"I am about to leave Ping An City, and only my family needs to stay here."
The little monk nodded: "Then let your family in."
The Su family entered the temple without looking back.
Only the younger brother in his mother's arms was crying while stretching out his little hand to Su Qingyu. He opened his mouth and called out in a voice as sticky as glutinous rice: "Gia...Gia..."
He wanted to call her sister, but he was too young and couldn't pronounce it clearly.
Su Qingyu touched his soft little hand.
Then his mother carried him into the temple.
Under the shadow of death, this little bit of fragile vitality seems particularly precious.
Before the temple's wooden door closed, the young monk asked again, "Are you sure you don't want to come in?"
Su Qingyu shook his head.
She thought that she would not stay in the copy for any reason.
For Su Qingyu, the outside world is the real world.
Youyou held Su Qingyu's sleeve and said in a raised tone, "It's so annoying. They finally left."
"Let's leave too."
"Master, you have been through so many copies, is there no copy you want to stay in?"
The setting sun was blood-red, shining on the streets. There was still some time before nightfall. At this moment in Ping An City, street vendors had already come out with their carts, selling wine. Because of ignorance, there was peace.
"No." Su Qingyu walked towards the city gate.
There are usually places similar to safe houses in the dungeon, where trial participants can hide for a short time.
But Su Qingyu didn't want to become part of the copy.
Youyou shook his little head, his face was covered with colorful paint, and the red paint was painted with a big smiling face, "Will the master encounter a copy that wants to stay?"
"No way."
"Eh? Master, have you ever thought of staying at the Red Apple Circus where I am?" Youyou pouted and shook Su Qingyu's sleeve. "It would be nice if you had just a little thought. Youyou was so cute in the dungeon. You had no hands and an angelic face. You looked fragile and helpless, but the master never thought of staying with me."
"Uh..." Really no idea at all.
“I have met many humans who were willing to stay for me before, and although they all died later, I had a lot of fun playing with them.
Humans will eventually die, so why not play fun games with me? "
Su Qingyu said: "Those people couldn't escape and were forced to stay."