A dead branch, two exquisite crossbows, and the still-supporting Red Feather are the harvest today.

When I was sending the boy home, I met his sister halfway. After a "friendly" conversation, the other party gave a satisfactory thank-you gift.

Yes, thank you, not compensation.

When you know that the other party is from Wen's family, it will be a bit sad to ask for compensation. When the other party knew that he was the niece of the city lord, he immediately thanked him. Thank you for finding my younger brother in time and sending him back; thank you for your generosity, not caring about our accidental injury to Akayu; etc.

The problem is that Chiyu was still holding the corpse, and she wanted to use the excuse of light Piaopiao to accidentally hurt her. Besides, when did she say she didn't care? However, when the other party brought two exquisite crossbows to her as a thank-you gift, the words suddenly became very reasonable.

As a generous and reasonable person, naturally, he will not care about small things like being injured by mistake. Moreover, even if he wants to, he may not be able to care about it. It is because, although the lord's niece is true, there are quite a few relatives. Anyone who has some roots in the lion castle may be able to climb up some relatives, and who can count on each other? However, it is okay to use the other party's power. As long as you don't go too far, don't really make trouble. As for the scale, it depends entirely on your personal look...

And what she lacks the most is her winks. Qu Xiu knew when to stop, just like when Wen Jing rushed to her feet and shouted "sister". Even if she had the absolute initiative, she would not continue the game.

This kind of look was thanks to her father. My mother went there early, so it can be said that her father pulled her up with shit and urine. She forced her to develop a good martial arts and taught her how to be independent. At that time, the father often said, "You have no brothers and sisters to rely on, so you can only rely on yourself."

Yes, it depends on yourself. The things that the boy should have done in other people's homes were naturally handed over to her. It was just that my father agreed that he would never marry again in his life, and he just wanted to grow up with her and watch her get married. As a result, it was all fart!

My father's martial arts are excellent, at least no one dares to speak out easily in Sleeping Lion City. This good martial arts is naturally thought of by those who are interested, and people from the caravan or fleet will invite him to go there every now and then. When she was still young, her father would not go out for too long, but as time went by, he would not come back for too long. Until one day, he would never come back.

At that time, I thought he had died outside, and I had fantasized about collecting corpses thousands of miles away and taking revenge thousands of miles away. Later I found out that he had been fooling around with the woman outside. I agreed to grow up and see if he was getting married?

All farts!

At first, people would bring back some wealth from time to time. Gradually, let alone wealth, even the news was rarely transmitted. The last letter with some substantial content said that all the industries in the city were handed over to her as a dowry prepared for her. However, there was a nonsense in the city, except for this empty house that was left alone.

It's strange to say that. It's not difficult to imagine the prosperous people of this size when the mansion was like this. But for some reason, it suddenly withered. This branch of their generation was only left withered. In the end, even his father ran away without a trace, leaving her alone in this deep courtyard.

With fewer people, the number of birds and beasts in the courtyard gradually increases, and it doesn’t seem lonely. In the early morning, hundreds of birds sing and tired birds return to their nests in the evening, there is no lack of noise. There is also the calico cats and wild mice living here, and they will chase each other at night. In this kind of excitement, you naturally need to have a wink to look at the prosperous world outside.

...

The night is deep and the courtyard is deep. When a crescent moon slides across the eaves and shines silver light in front of the window, Qu Xiu comes outside with the corpse-shaped red feathers, gently puts it on the lawn, and then kneels down to wait patiently. At this time, the night breeze is blowing, and the cat in heat is screaming sadly nearby. The dress is like snow, and the long hair tied up in the day has also been put down, gently covering the face that is hanging down. A dead bird - the belly is facing the sky.

This kind of waiting is not once or twice, and Qu Xiu has regarded it as a normal thing. On weekdays, sitting withered and sitting will lightly show his singing voice, and tonight it is customary to sing in a low voice. But facing the corpse-up Red Feather, the singing is a little sad. The courtyard is deep, vast and lonely, and it cannot stop the sorrowful singing, allowing it to flow across the walls and flow into all directions.

The song flowed, penetrated into the city, becoming intermittent, becoming nonsense, and becoming like crying. So the child stopped crying, the boy hid in the quilt, and the night became quieter.

In the silence, there was finally a change here. A wisp of ink rose from the red feather, showing the appearance before birth, dancing gracefully under the moonlight in the courtyard. As the dance moved, countless bright spots slowly emerged from the moonlight and gradually gathered into a crystal galaxy. The galaxy flowed, and countless fine pieces fell into the body with their belly facing the sky. When their anger gradually subsided, the ink pierced back. So, the eyeballs under the still closed eyes began to rotate, and the flipped belly also rose and fell...
Chapter completed!