Sisi looked into Zhao Changhe's eyes without blinking. Both of their eyes were as deep as a thousand-foot-deep pool, and neither could tell the other's emotion.
But all the noise around seemed to become very far away, even Yue Hongling, who was watching the show with great interest, became a little blurry.
Sisi heard her own voice, as distant as a dream: "Old man~ You work so hard, what reward do you want?"
After saying this, he seemed to come to his senses. He quickly glanced at Yue Hongling and subconsciously put his little feet under the small stool.
How could I retract my feet onto such a small bench? I squeezed my feet in so awkwardly that I almost fell forward with a scream.
Zhao Changhe reached out and supported her shoulder inconspicuously: "My arm injury is not serious, Saint, there is no need to pay so much attention to it."
On the surface, it really looked like Sisi was leaning forward to look at his arm...
Sisi took a deep breath, finally sat still, and said calmly, "I'll reward you later."
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "Okay."
Lei Zhentang pondered for a long time, and was so angry that he wanted to destroy the fifth seat of the Spirit Clan. However, he could not bring himself to do so under the current situation. He finally held back and planned to talk about it later: "Everyone, the selection of the five clans' joint seat is an important node for our Miao Border. It is getting late, and there are still many injured here. It is not the time for idle chat. You may as well rest in Dali for a night, and we will discuss the specific matters tomorrow."
He was too lazy to even host a banquet, one can imagine how unhappy he was at the moment. All he could think about was how to postpone the matter until the next day when the Five Parties Gathering to decide how to deal with a small clan like Sisi, or to do something else at the end of the night.
Everyone could see what he was thinking, but no one revealed it, and everyone went their separate ways with different thoughts.
Before leaving, Pan Wan and Sisi hugged each other, and then gave Zhao Changhe a charming and bewitching look: "Protector Si, please take good care of me in the future."
Sisi stood in front of Zhao Changhe and subconsciously stood on tiptoe to try to block his gaze, and she almost jumped.
Pan Wan burst out laughing and couldn't help but reach out and pinch Sisi's face: "She looks like a little fox, but she's actually..."
Sisi bared her teeth.
“… Yeah, it’s a little fox.” Pan Wan turned and left, leaving a reminder: “He deliberately left it alone overnight, and he may cause trouble tonight. You are outnumbered, so be careful at night.”
After Pan Wan left, the Bai leader came over and performed a courtesy that Zhao Changhe couldn't understand: "Si Hufa is a good man, please keep in touch with me in the future."
Sisi hurriedly sent a message: "Bai tribe leader Dao Qingfeng."
Do you have a sister named Dao Baifeng... Zhao Changhe muttered to himself and bowed: "Chief Dao has helped a lot, thank you."
Dao Qingfeng had a strange look on his face, his eyes flickered between Sisi and Zhao Changhe's faces, thinking to himself that he always felt that something was wrong with the two of them. Who is the saint and who is the protector? Why do I feel like one is a maid and the other is a master
"Helping each other, it's hard to say who will help whom more." He finally didn't show his complaints. He glanced at Lei Zhentang over there and sneered, "Anyway, as long as they don't go on stage, everything will be fine... You guys be careful tonight."
Two clan leaders in a row have warned people to be careful at night, so it is almost clear to everyone what Lei Zhentang is trying to do.
Sisi didn't care at all, smiling brightly: "Got it. We'll go back to the village now."
When the crowd dispersed, Lei Zhentang quietly sent people to ambush on the road from Dali to Xizhou. They ambushed for a whole night but did not see any trace of these spirit tribe dogs and bitches, and no one knew where the so-called returnees had returned to.
What’s even more disgusting is that they could not be found anywhere in Dali City, as if the entire team had disappeared.
Sisi is not the inexperienced little saint girl from a small clan who seems to be ignorant of the world. She is a little fox who dares to go to Kunlun, Central Plains and Jiangnan to stir up trouble alone at the age of a teenager. Yue Hongling and Zhao Changhe are used to the life of the underworld, so how could they easily reveal their whereabouts and be blocked
They said "we will go back to the village now", but actually went out and mixed into Dao Qingfeng's team, turned a corner and circled the southern part of Erhai Lake, and arrived at Fengyi Town where the Bai people were entrenched on the opposite side...
While Lei Zhentang was searching for them here, Zhao Changhe was already lying in the guest house that was being treated with great care by the Bai people. Several trusted young girls brought by Sisi surrounded him and wanted to treat his injuries.
"Cough." Sisi's dry cough was heard from outside the yard. She walked in with her hands behind her back, swaying from side to side. "How is your injury?"
The little girls of the Eldar tribe were so bold as to ask, "Saint, you brought other men into the tent the day before yesterday."
Grass
Sisi glared angrily: "What does this have to do with you! Get out!"
The girls thought they had applied enough eye drops and left contentedly. Before leaving the courtyard, they all threw coquettish glances at Zhao Changhe, meaning that the saint was not a good person, she had a man, and Si Hufa, you should come find us...
The door was closed, the two looked at each other, and suddenly laughed out loud.
Zhao Changhe laughed and said, "They actually dared to snatch men from the Saint. You haven't established your prestige well."
Sisi snorted, "Are you very proud? Are you planning to sneak into someone's scented tent at night? I don't think they will refuse." "Forget it. I can't stand being bewitched and taken back. It's poisonous."
Sisi stared at him for a long while, then smiled sweetly: "So, Guardian Si actually doesn't dare to ask the Saint for a reward, right..."
Zhao Changhe said: "The reward is for others to hear... Of course, if the Saint Lady insists on giving a reward, then don't call me Si Hufa, just call me by my name."
Sisi: “…”
Zhao Changhe looked up at the sky.
Sisi finally sighed, came forward and sat on a stool, helping him apply medicine on his arm: "Do you really want to be someone's master... or is it because you want to be in such a relationship that you are working for the benefit of my spirit race?"
The fragrant breeze lingered at the tip of the nose. Sisi, who usually had a changeable expression and sweet words, looked very serious at this moment. She was applying medicine and bandaging the wound meticulously, and her eyes were a little absent-minded, looking a little depressed and melancholy.
The expression at this moment reminded Zhao Changhe of Tang Wanzhuang.
It turns out that once people have burdens, they all have some of the same things.
Zhao Changhe said: "I consider you a friend, so of course I consider your clan... How can it be so utilitarian? If I really want to talk about the purpose, my own sword test of hundreds of clans is more meaningful. I am very happy to fight... Well, it can be regarded as me borrowing the identity of the spirit clan, and we are even."
Sisi whispered, "Do you really think I'm your friend? The first night I met you, I cast a spell on you..."
Zhao Changhe said: "Isn't that just a prank?"
Sisi didn't say that when you pinched my wrist and sealed my blood, you were actually on guard according to the enemy's standards... It's meaningless to say this now. The unclear relationship between us should have disappeared at this moment and entered a new node.
It can be said that it is not utilitarian, but it is not entirely untrue. Of course, it is possible that Zhao Changhe did not think so much about it at the moment. If Tang Wanzhuang's intention to establish a trading relationship with Sisi was to lay a foreshadowing that could be used later, then now is the time for this foreshadowing to explode and come in handy.
The Miao people have rebelled. Even the Bai and Yao ethnic groups have not strongly opposed this general trend. It can be said that this is an established fact.
However, now that they have their own people in the coalition of rebels, everything is still under control, and the Bai and Yao ethnic groups can continue to fight for their position.
The problem is, does Sisi recognize this person as her own
"I've told you before that rebellion now is not in the interest of our tribe. There are very few core members of our tribe, and we are still in the foundation stage of absorbing and gathering forces. If we participate in such a big event at this moment, we will only be crushed by the torrent and return to the secret realm in a hurry..." Sisi finally tied the bandage and patted his head twice with satisfaction: "But now your actions have given me the opportunity to grow stronger..."
Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "How can we expand it? Can different ethnic groups be combined into one?"
"Yes, for example, in many mountainous countrysides, small villages and houses, it's hard to say which tribe they belong to. There are also those whose tribes were wiped out and had nowhere to go. After intermarriage and marriage, they have merged into the new tribe. This situation has not been fully digested yet. Finally..." Sisi smiled: "Now if the southwest is completely expelling the Xia, should the Xia people who once lived here be killed or expelled? Or should they simply hide their identities and join somewhere else?"
Zhao Changhe nodded and said, "From the current situation, Bashan Jianlu has actually joined the Black Miao faction as a whole, although we don't know the underlying reason... Anyway, they can absorb Xia people, and so can you. There are actually a lot of Xia people here. The status of the fifth seat and conscious absorption can allow you to grow rapidly in this matter and form a real fifth force like a snowball."
Sisi said leisurely, "Since a large number of Xia people have been absorbed, this will become a pro-Xia force. This is the general trend, and as a leader, we must follow this. There is no need for you to talk about friends, no need for Tang Wanzhuang to establish any friendship, and there is no need for some people to want to conquer me and become his maid."
Zhao Changhe was a little embarrassed: "I really didn't mean that, I was just joking..."
"Really?" Sisi finally managed to have a normal conversation for a while, but she started to act like a normal person again, her voice becoming more charming: "Since you don't want to conquer me, do you still want a reward?"
Zhao Changhe's face was tense, and his eyes fell on her jade feet again as if instinctively.
She didn't try to hide it, but stretched it out in front of her casually, as if it was within reach.
Under the moonlight, the pink toenails seemed to glow with a soft pearly light.
Zhao Changhe couldn't help but ask, "You've always been barefoot, so how come your feet are so crystal clear without any calluses?"
"Hee... I have witchcraft to protect myself, you see..." Sisi bit her lower lip, slowly leaning back, her feet seemingly resting weakly on Zhao Changhe's legs.
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Look at your shit, who can tell what's wrong with this
Sisi said in a charming voice: "As for what kind of Gu it is... Master, would you like to touch it with your own hands and study it yourself?"
There is no need for Zhao Changhe to be caught in a dilemma... Sisi had just finished speaking when the door was pushed open with a bang, and Yue Hongling walked in leisurely: "Let me, the guardian, check it out. The saint's feet were touched by a man, and it doesn't seem good to spread it out."
(End of this chapter)