However, after making speechless remarks, of course Zhao Rong would not really go back to enforce family law for Xiao Qian'er, he would still go south.
But before that…
Thinking of Xiaoxiao running around all over the mountains and fields last night, and how sad he felt when he saw the tomb, the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, feeling very distressed.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward quickly and said:
"Her name is Su Xiaoxiao, she is... my little wife, where is she now?"
"Oh, is she also the master's wife... Don't worry, this little girl didn't run far away at that time. After I pretended to leave the master's fake tomb, she sneezed and cried and secretly came back, continuing
Holding the tombstone and howling..."
“…”
Be quiet for a moment.
"Thank you! Thank you very much!" Zhao Rong thanked him deeply, ignoring the protest of a certain sword spirit in the heart lake, and immediately turned around and ran away.
The infant Fatty Little Li Nu who stayed in the same place looked back at his disappearing figure in the direction of Jiyue Mountain.
After a while, she blinked and muttered.
"Why is his back so handsome..."
…
Zhao Rong didn't know that overnight he had become the most talked-about handsome man among the divorced women of music studios.
At this time, he ran towards the Moon Festival Mountain regardless of the situation.
On the road.
Gui Zheng said: "Zhao Rong, don't forget what you were planning to do before."
"I know, but Xiaoxiao is here, and I have to go and see her. Wait until I coax her and send her back to Duyou City safely. Anyway, there is no rush to travel south to cultivate oneself. For now, you wait, I will
No rush, why are you in a hurry?"
“…”
Sword Spirit felt that Zhao Rong's explanation sounded familiar.
It is said that someone in the Chu Dynasty found the jade queen in front of her mother's tomb more than half a year ago, and she seemed to have said the same thing to her on the way to Longquan Ferry.
The results of it?
The reasons for being a scumbag are always surprisingly similar.
It's gone.
"Okay." It sighed, "I trust you again, and you must never forget what you said so proudly..."
Zhao Rong frowned, "I don't know what you are worried about?"
Hey, man, this sentence is familiar to me.
Sword Spirit's face was expressionless and he didn't really want to talk.
After a cup of tea.
Zhao Rong hurried to the halfway point of Jiyue Mountain, and soon found the woods with sharp eyes.
In his field of vision, there was a faint pink figure next to a small mound in the woods in the distance.
Zhao Rong immediately breathed a sigh of relief and ran towards the woods.
And beside the mound in the woods, the pink figure holding the tombstone seemed to have noticed the person coming and was about to run away.
Zhao Rong quickly shouted:
"Xiao Xiao, it's me, Zhao Lang!"
The little pink figure paused, but the next second, she jumped up with a thud, and then without even having time to loosen her grip, she pulled up the tombstone by the roots.
The little fox demon held her husband's tombstone in its little arms and ran away.
"Haqiu!" She sneezed a little while running away.
Zhao Rong: "......"
Are you afraid of ghosts... Hey, it seems that this stupid girl who is both timid and brave is really afraid of ghosts.
"No, wait a minute, I'm not a ghost! I'm Zhao Lang alive, I'm not dead!" He figured out the reason and shouted quickly.
The timid little fox demon's running pace gradually slowed down. He looked back to see the person, then stopped and tentatively walked back. Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped forward to open his arms. However, the next second,
After seeing his face clearly, the little fox demon jumped three feet high with the tombstone in his arms, turned around and ran away without looking back.
Zhao Rong: "......"
He was speechless and hurriedly chased after him, shouting as he chased, "Hey, silly Xiaoxiao, why are you running away?"
Su Xiaoxiao, who was running away, was very sure: "My Zhao Lang is not so handsome, who are you? Why are you pretending to be Zhao Lang? Oh, don't come here!"
Zhao Rong: "......???"
Even Gui, who was watching the show with a cold face, couldn't help but feel happy. She nodded and said something fair for the little fox demon who didn't like it, "It's reasonable and well-founded and cannot be refuted."
Zhao Rong's face was expressionless.
"Haqiu!"
At this time, Su Xiaoxiao in front couldn't help sneezing again, and then tried hard to suck in the mucus.
Looking at the thinly dressed back of Cun Xiaoxiao running away hugging the tombstone in front of her, I remembered her hoarse and choked voice just now from crying.
Zhao Rong had some difficulty breathing, so he opened his mouth to take a breath of the oncoming autumn wind. It was like drinking a glass of ice water in the cold winter, and the cold knife flowed from the throat to the stomach.
His heart felt like it was being grabbed hard by a big hand.
Zhao Rong suddenly fell silent and chased the stubborn Su Xiaoxiao for a while.
Then, suddenly there was a solution.
He stopped suddenly, lowered his eyes and said loudly: "Okay, I won't chase you anymore. You can run away, stupid Xiaoxiao. Don't want the sachet anymore."
The man pretended to have a casual tone, took out the small sachet, threw it in his hand, and turned to leave, but of course he turned very slowly...
The little fox demon who was running away in front was stunned.
Sachet eh, her sachet?
She turned around and saw that it was true!
Su Xiaoxiao stopped hesitantly, then hid behind the big tree that he almost hit, and stuck his head out to look at the man behind him who was chasing after him.
He looked like Zhao Lang, but he was much more handsome, so handsome that Su Xiaoxiao felt that a bad guy had taken the opportunity to pretend to deceive him.
Well, she doesn't want such a handsome Confucian scholar, she only wants her Zhao Lang. If he leaves, then she will guard his tomb and stay with him all her life, so that she won't be fooled by bad guys!
Su Xiaoxiao hugged the tombstone tightly, her eyes that were already swollen from crying were vaguely mist-covered, and she hid behind the tree, staring fiercely at the possible bad guy in the distance with her mouth closed.
Hmm, why do his voices sound so similar?
"You...how do you have the little sachet I gave to Zhao Lang?"
Zhao Rong, who turned around in slow motion, quickly stopped, turned around and said seriously:
"Because I am Zhao Lang, Xiaoxiao, please don't run away. After I escaped from danger yesterday, I had an adventure. My severed limbs were reborn, and my appearance was completely renewed...
"The one buried in the tomb you just saw was not me, but my broken arm. It was buried by Qian'er. She is also a silly girl like you. What did she say to me last night, 'My parents suffer from my body and skin...
...At the beginning of filial piety, she took my broken arm out and buried it, just like she used to do with my lost teeth when I was a child... As for why she buried my broken arm here, well, I guess some traitor seemed to be here.
It’s halfway up the mountain…”
Zhao Rong explained a few words and sighed.
He already knew from Uncle Xiao Bai what Qingjun, Qian'er and Zhu Yourong had done yesterday on the high platform not far away. He knew that the traitor Zhang Huizhi had been cut into pieces by Xiao Qian'er smiling in the purple mist.
More than 3,000 knives were spent. At that time, Uncle Xiao Bai reminded Zhao Rong to pay attention to Xiao Qian'er's mental state...
Su Xiaoxiao lowered his head and looked at the tombstone, with a doubtful look on his face.
"Stop making trouble and let's go."
Zhao Rong called softly.
He turned around, facing away from the hesitant and timid little fox demon, and walked away alone.
Hearing this extremely familiar voice, Su Xiaoxiao sniffed and left the big tree where he was hiding hesitantly. His body was trembling slightly as he stared at the familiar figure in the distance.
Zhao Rong suddenly stopped, turned around and said doubtfully:
"Su Dahuang, why don't you follow?"
Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.
The air in the forest became quiet for a while.
Zhao Rong opened his arms silently.
Su Xiaoxiao gasped.
The next second.
She ran towards him desperately.
Run, run.
The tombstone in the little fox demon's arms fell off, his face was wet with tears, and his smile was widened.
Finally close.
She jumped hard and threw herself into his warm embrace.
The two embraced each other in the autumn wind.
…
(PS: There will be another one during the day tomorrow~ Ahem, Xiaorong is so shameless that he asks his good brothers to ask for their votes! Woo woo woo)