Mu Xiaochi is very wary of Junior Sister Xiao's attitude. She has a mind like a child, and she is more sensitive to the real emotions of people around her than the average person.
She should also be aware of Junior Sister Xiao's thoughts.
Lin Qianshuang patted Xiaochi's head and said, "That elder sister is not a bad person. If you spend some time with her, you will like her."
Mu Xiaochi nervously grabbed Lin Qianshuang's fingers, "She's a bad person, she doesn't like Xiaochi, and she doesn't like her sister."
Xiao Lanle sneered and stepped out of the water. Her lotus-armed hairpin was inserted into the black bun, and her five fingers lightly stroked the folds of her belt.
Her every move was elegant and decent, and in front of Lin Qianshuang, she rudely pulled up her belt and pulled it into her arms, the corners of her lips rose indifferently, and her dark eyes said, "Don't put your feelings on your shoulders. On this fool, sooner or later, I will kill her."
Lin Qianshuang staggered for a moment, her eyes looked at Xiao Lanle slightly, and she said coldly, "Mrs. City Lord, all of the City Lord's people are here. If anyone sees it... Please don't embarrass your subordinates."
Xiao Lanle let go of her hand with a snort, and glanced at Mu Xiaochi with a warning glance at the corner of her eyes.
Mu Xiaochi seemed to be frightened and hugged Lin Qianshuang's arm.
Lin Qianshuang held Xiaochi's cold hand and pursed her lower lip.
She seemed to be thinking wrong, Junior Sister Xiao had a deep grudge against the city owner, and she had no purpose in approaching her, and she was even more threatening to Xiaochi.
Although the city owner regards the junior sister as a Taoist companion, she will realize her intention sooner or later.
The onlookers knew that their relationship was neither sincere nor unforgettable, how could Mu Weiyin cry for a traitor.
The tattoo on her collarbone was still painful, and the subtle pain that penetrated into her flesh made her frown.
Loving a paper person and liking a real person are two different things.
Lin Qianshuang put back the hand that touched her collarbone, she smiled casually, she would not fall in love with anyone, so this Gu worm would never do any harm to her.
Her heart suddenly twitched for a moment, and the piercing pain of the insect bite made her breathing a little hard, and she bent down slightly.
The pupils contracted, the pupils converged slightly, and the blood seemed to stop flowing in the internal organs.
There was nothing in her mind, and no one left any image in her depths.
"Sister, your face is so pale, are you sick? I'll take you to the hospital."
Xiaochi's face came closer, and he tugged at the corner of Lin Qianshuang's clothes, wiping the cold sweat on her forehead.
This Gu worm's torture came and went quickly.
Her mood was as ordinary as drinking water, and she didn't think about anyone in her heart. This Gu worm was more like giving her a slap in the face.
It is also too difficult to make the city master, who cultivates the ruthless Tao, be motivated.
When she had not learned the ruthless way when she was a child, maybe someone had approached her heart.
Lin Qianshuang thought for a moment, the smile on her face was kind and gentle, and she said softly to Mu Xiaochi: "Xiaochi, I want to ask you a question, before Junior Sister Xiao, did City Master Mu ever care about someone? "
Mu Xiaochi didn't seem to understand what Lin Qianshuang said, and blinked at her.
Lin Qianshuang reorganized her language and gestured with her hands softly in her eyes and said, "Your sister used to have a close friend? It's the kind that is very close, and the two of them often get together."
Mu Xiaochi didn't answer. Instead, he used his little thumb to hook up Lin Qianshuang's finger and pulled her out of the courtyard, towards a sparsely shaded path.
She stopped in a deserted house. The stone steps in front of the red lacquered door were clean and smudged, and occasionally wild flowers came out from the stone cracks, and the fallen leaves piled up under the tall trees, as if they had been swept away.
"Every month, my sister leaves when she has a cup of tea in this yard, especially the few pieces of paper in the drawer in the study. She always doesn't like anyone approaching."
Xiaochi walked into the study, picked up the antiques on the wooden cabinet and played with it, turned around and saw Lin Qianshuang who was walking to the desk and wanted to open the drawer, and said aggrievedly: "The yellow paper is just torn. When she bought a sticky kite, my elder sister murdered Xiaochi, just for the dark weirdo who handed her the shark pearl in my memory."
Lin Qianshuang opened the drawer, and there was a stack of thin sheets of paper in the cabinet, each of which was written with incomprehensible ruthless simple heart formulas, and underneath were bundles of thick and yellowed bamboo slips.
This bundle of bamboo slips is the basic method of sword cultivation.
Life will not love love, will love love, it will hurt love.
Under the full of mental notes, there is still a strange verse written at the end of the volume.
Clearly a modern plagiarism.
A few small words were engraved on the last sentence, and Lin Qianshuang gently filled it with a wisp of devilish energy. What Qianyu said should be true.
These small characters are written smoothly and gracefully, which is different from the wild handwriting on the annotations. Obviously, the owner is in a good mood.
Lin Qianshuang was a little suspicious that the few words in this bundle of bamboo slips were written by Liang Jingxuan, and he was not sure that the male protagonist also found the clues she found on a whim, and it was also possible that he deliberately left misleading poems.
A pale golden sword light swept past the corner of the light, and a purple figure appeared in the study in an instant.
"How did you coax Koike into this place?"
Mu Weiyin snatched the bamboo slip from Lin Qianshuang's hand, and her face, which is rarely emotional, showed a slight anger. She pointed to the door, "Go out, this is not a place you can enter."
Seeing the anger on Mu Weiyin's face, Lin Qianshuang realized that she had touched the scale of the city lord, and she pushed open the door in fear.
Fortunately for her, when she walked out, the city lord did not order her to be punished.
There must be some secrets in the bamboo slips, especially the love poem is really weird.
Lin Qianshuang hid at the side of the door and looked slightly through the crack of the door. From her point of view, she could see the scene in the room. Mu Weiyin wiped the bamboo slips with a silk cloth like a treasure, and carefully placed them in the drawer.
Those bundles of broken bamboo slips that were thrown on the street and no one took them were in the hands of Mu Weiyin, but they became invaluable things.
Mu Weiyin, who has seen all the treasures in the world, can see these bundles of tatters as so important. There must be a story behind this.
Lin Qianshuang thought to herself, just now that she has succeeded the Lord of Tianshu Tower, why don't she search for the city owner's literature in the building, maybe she will find some clues.
With the special silver token of Tianshu City, Lin Qianshuang walked in from the Tianshu Building. Many scattered repairers in the branch buildings stopped to pay her respects as they passed by. The acquaintances in the Yixiang Building of the main building also faced her. Respectful, do not dare to approach.
As soon as Lin Qianshuang stepped into the Tianshu City Loose Cultivation Records on the tenth floor, she searched for Mu Weiyin's literature and classics, but in the huge bookshelf, she found several records of Tianshu City, but all of them were It's just a few words of misinformation, and it doesn't have any reference value.
The pages of the book in her hand were turned, and Lin Qianshuang was a little sleepy looking at the sesame-sized words. She didn't even notice anyone approaching her, and was shocked.
She closed her eyes and took a closer look. It was someone from Tianshu City, looking at the servant who was supposed to be running errands in Tianshu Tower.
"Lord, the demon lock pagoda in the Mahayana Buddhist Temple shows signs of loosening. The city lord has ordered you to investigate and protect the safety of the city lord's wife. The sects of various sects of self-cultivation have already stayed at the Lingyun Inn outside the Buddhist sect."
Lin Qianshuang closed the books and put them in the bookshelf, nodded and said, "I'll go here and tell City Lord Mu that my subordinates know the eminent monks in the Buddhist temple, and they may live in the dormitory where the pilgrims live."
The little servant repeatedly agreed and went back to his life.
The loosening of the demon lock pagoda in the Mahayana Buddhist Temple is just the prelude.
Lin Qianshuang recalled the content of the original text. After that, all the demon lock towers suppressed by the Five Cultivation Sects except Penglai Xianmen will be destroyed one by one.
And the ancient beast gluttonous will also appear.
For now, Lin Qianshuang is not thinking about how to prevent this disaster from happening. Rather than preventing the doomed plot line, she is more concerned about how to use this matter to make Xiao Lanle the leader of the Immortal Alliance. .
On the character favorability interface, the favorability bar under Xiao Lanle's avatar was already full, and only the last quest, Lord of the Immortal Alliance, was still shining.
The night wind was mixed with the sweetness of blood, and the fishermen's boats in the river lit candles and floated empty in the blue waves. Soon a scarlet mist floated from the bottom of the boat, and several solid skeletons were suspended.
In the prosperous capital city, people flow like weaving. Merchant ships are docked beside the pier. Under the pavilion bridge hanging lanterns, the painting boats circuitous incessantly. In the deep water not far away, a strand of blood gushed out. , Half a pair of purple beast eyes peeped at the dense stream of people underwater, and a row of fangs gushed seawater and blood, giving off a stench.
A beautiful girl in Tsing Yi held a huge brush in her hand and smeared with water on the ground along the willow trees on both sides of the pavilion bridge.
Many people glanced at the girl in Tsing Yi curiously when they passed by, and some even surrounded her and watched her busy with a pen and water.
There was a scholar full of knowledge who boasted that he was very knowledgeable and could not understand what the girl was writing in a distorted manner. He didn't like the others, who were around to join in the fun, but walked over to the girl and stretched his head to look. writing with a girl.
Every time the thick pen dipped in water slid on the grass, there would be a few faint purple lights floating from the ground, which was very magical for a long time.
"This girl, what are you writing about?"
Lin Qianshuang glanced at the young man with the book basket behind his back, saw that he was a mortal, and said casually, "I'm telling fortunes."
The scholar looked at the girl in Tsing Yi, who was beautiful and upright, not like the gods in the rivers and lakes, and couldn't help but say: "This time I'm going to Beijing to take the exam, I don't know if the girl can help me calculate a hexagram."
Lin Qianshuang's consciousness was scattered around the waters of Tingqiao. She keenly felt the location of the monster, and she didn't have the heart to talk to a mortal, so she couldn't help but say, "I'm very busy, did you see that young man next to you? You go to him for a fortune-telling."
The scholar looked into Lin Qianshuang's line of sight, but saw that the man holding the fortune-telling flag suddenly tugged at his hair, and then his scalp cracked, and the whole human skin was gradually peeling off from his body. His tongue was knotted, and the book basket behind his back also dropped several books. He rolled and crawled to pick up the books scattered on the ground. He didn't dare to look at the fortune-teller again, and flew away. .
Lin Qianshuang raised her head and glanced at the woman in pink who was holding the dummy skin in her hand, and said through a voice transmission: Junior Sister Xiao, you don't need to scare a mortal like that.
"This mortal has his nose on your face, you don't care about me."
Xiao Lanle removed the disguise, stuffed the human holster into the jade slip, and walked to the edge of the crowd.