After the rain.

The clouds dissipated, and the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the town filled with thin smoke, adding a bit of haze and mystery to the ordinary town.

Stepping on the puddles that shine brightly on the bluestone road, riding on the lightly drunken wind at the early summer night, listening to the echoing dog barking in the alleyway, Ning Wuxin walked into Jiuqu Lane.

It was dark and cramped, and muddy, but she didn't mind at all.

Compared to the smelly mud accumulated by trampling on the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, this little bit of mud smell is nothing.

After one month of recuperation, Ning Wuxin's "naturally weak disease" was eliminated long ago, and his physical fitness was roughly the same as that of his peers.

In about half a quarter of an hour, the ruined ancestral home of the Fu family was in front of him.

In the night, the black cat squatted on the threshold and licked its claws. The dark fur almost merged with the night. The blue eyes were glowing with faint light, just like a ghost stopping at night. After a closer look, he saw the arrogance and scrutiny in the blue eyes.

Seeing the visitor from afar, he quietly rushed into the slightly open courtyard gate.

Following the gap in the courtyard gate, you can see a little bit that the little man, who is as thin as a match, is wrapped in a thick and rotten cloth clothes, squatting under the immortal tree full of withered and yellow branches, with branches in his hands and drawing on the ground.

It was obviously a most pitiful scene, but it seemed... contained unknown treacherous things.

The decaying wooden door was knocked, and then a creaking sound was made. The girl from the Ning family in Qingshixiang, dressed in plain cotton and linen, walked in.

The Fu family's yard is extremely large and has been glorious for some years.

It was dilapidated and extremely simple, with no decent chair, and even the stone pier under the old tree had several corners and cracks. But even so, it was still well-maintained, at least very clean, which shows that the owner was careful.

This is probably the second time that the little blind man from the Fu family in Jiuquxiang and the small medicine jar of Ning family in Qingshixiang are officially met.

The black cat jumped onto the stone pier and sat upright.

After covering the door, Ning Wuxin slowly walked to another stone pier to look at the black cat, and sat still without saying a word.

In fact, sitting like this is far less comfortable than lying on the bed, but Ning Wuxin feels that as long as he doesn’t stay at the Ning family, he will be comfortable everywhere.

Rebirth and returning to this town with strangeness everywhere, it was so frustrating in the Ning family's courtyard where it was not even a slap.

She considers herself a personal character.

A great demon cultivator who once made the cultivator in the West Desert of Tianxuan.

It would be fine if it was a fight with a lonely old woman who stepped into the coffin with half her feet, a genius who was willing to hang herself for the sake of a woman and a child.

At least.

A person who has lived for thousands of years has become an adult.

One has lived for more than a hundred years and is extremely talented.

What about now?

Not only did he not hesitate to put down his figure and plot against a thirteen or fourteen-year-old yellow-haired girl, but he also plotted against a thirteen or seven-year-old villain.

Ning Wuxin couldn't help but sigh and cold.

To be honest, if it weren't for the purpose of getting some opportunities in this small town, she wouldn't have been tangled with Mrs. Ning for so long.

It is not necessary to plan such a messy situation.

After being a demon cultivator for a long time, everything is straightforward, and there are also conspiracies, but if you really can't reach an agreement, just take action. If you get a white knife into the red knife, you can see a bit of blood and truth.

Unlike now, it is really hard to make a fool of yourself in one cotton ball after another, but you can hide needles in the cotton.

She really couldn't stand it, nor was she used to the two-faced tricks of Zhengdao.

But what if you can't stand it? On the right path, when you don't have the strength, this is the most effective.

How did I think about it in my heart? However, the mottled tree shadow fell on Ning Wuxin's face, and there was no ripples. I looked at the black cat for a moment, looked down at the soft mud of the old branches in the little man's hand, and there was nothing, and she kept silent.

It was like this until the moon was approaching the sky. The thin little man took out a porcelain bottle from his ragged pocket and kept it tightly. After hesitating for a moment, he placed it heavily on the stone pier where the black cat was sitting. With a "bang", the black cat suddenly became trembling and jumped up.

The face of the palm is small and thin, sallow, and has a tiny, and it has no connection with the rumored Fu Mingjing for the time being. She closed her eyes and looked quite calm on her face. She could hide a little thought, but the truth is just like the literal meaning.

After all, he is just a child who has not grown up, so young.

Ning Wuxin only planned to plot against such a child, and Ning Wuxin had no unbearable thoughts, and both of them took what they needed.

It can also be said that one can give him a peach and the other can give him a reward.

Ning Wuxin picked up the porcelain bottle under the deep gaze of the black cat, smiled indifferently, "It seems that you have made a decision."

The child tightened the branches and was nervous at first, but soon, he calmed down his emotions.

It’s not restraint, but stabilization, and there is still a big difference here.

She thought about it seriously, nodded, and said, "Yes."

A six or seven-year-old child should speak in a slight voice, but Fu Li's "yes" inevitably reveals too much strength.

As expected, he is worthy of being a genius. He was born extraordinary. Even after suffering hardships, he did not get lost. Instead, he developed such a tenacious mind.

Ning Wuxin couldn't bear to recall what was in his state when he was six or seven years old?

Um.

It won't be too bad.

But it is far from reaching a child.

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Chapter completed!