"Xiaobao!" Qingyin almost shouted. She picked up the big bags in her hand and raised them over her head. "You bought them all here. Can you make something else besides eating?"
Along the way, as long as there are fun or delicious things, Xiaobao will beg Qingyin to buy them.
Fortunately, when Qingyin came out, she brought enough silver coins, but according to Xiaobao's development, she would probably buy the entire street.
She didn't forget that she was doing business this time.
"Okay, OK! It's okay if you don't eat it!" Xiaobao curled his lips and stuck out his tongue at Qingyin, muttering in his heart: Isn't it just a meal? It's true. I will become my true body later and get into this directly
Have enough food in a restaurant!
Qingyin twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, looked at Xiaobao up and down, as if she had sharp eyes and golden eyes to see through her thoughts, "Don't make trouble, this is the mortal world, not the fairy island."
On the Immortal Island, Xiaobao is her light-sounding child and the little fairy who was pointed by the God of Fantasy Lotus, and anyone can give her some face.
Everyone turned a blind eye to the many things she caused on the Immortal Island.
But the world is different. The mortals here not only do not have magic, but also do not have any protection ability.
If Xiaobao causes trouble and spreads it, he will only lose his master's face.
"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble." Xiaobao patted his chest and promised.
Qingyin gave her a blank look, which meant: Have you caused less trouble?
The two left the city and half an hour later they arrived at the bamboo house dozens of miles away.
Qingyin stood at the gate of the bamboo fence and looked inside: "Is anyone here?"
I shouted a few times, but there was no response inside.
"Will people not be at home?" Xiaobao said vaguely while gnawing a bun.
Qingyin shook her head, "Brother Zhang Heng is in poor health and is not suitable for traveling far away."
"Then let's go in and have a look." As she said, Xiaobao pushed open the fence door and walked straight inside.
Up the steps, she knocked on the door, "Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"
There was no response in the room.
Xiaobao curled his lips, turned around and looked at Qingyin who was walking towards him, and shrugged: "No one."
Qingyin raised her eyebrows and said, "I'll try it."
"Then try it, I'll take a break." Xiaobao made aside, walked to the corridor next to sit down, and looked at the scenery of the yard casually.
Qingyin stood at the door, paused with her red lips, then raised her hand and knocked on the door, "Brother Zhang Heng, I am Qingyin. Are you inside?"
There was still no response in the room.
"Why is there no one?" Qingyin felt strange.
"Or what if you push the door open?" Xiao Bao said.
Qingyin was unhappy, "How can this work?"
How could she make a desperate attempt when the master is not at home?
Xiaobao curled his lips, "This is not OK, that is not OK, then you think about it here and I'll go around."
She jumped off the bamboo pole and went around to the side.
Qingyin stood at the door for a while, but was really anxious and shouted inward: "Brother Zhang Heng, I'm in. Please forgive me for my offense."
There was no way. She was really worried that something happened to Zhang Heng alone in the house, and she didn't care about etiquette and pushed the door open and entered.
Fortunately, the door of the house was not tied, so she pushed it open easily.
But when I entered the house, Qingyin became in trouble.
Because there was no trace of Zhang Heng on the couch in the room.
There was still a thin layer of dust on the table, which seemed to be saying that no one had cleaned it for several days.