I don't know when the rain stopped.
The full moon in the night sky casts silver light all over the lake.
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The return trip went smoothly, there wasn't even a bump in the road, so He Lingchuan took Mr. Gan back to the county seat.
The night was deep and silent, not to mention there was no one on the road, not even the dog barked.
He Lingchuan lifted Mr. Gan off his horse and took off the rag that was stuffed in his mouth: "Keep your word, I will let you go. But if you come back to trouble me later..."
He had previously promised that as long as Mr. Gan took him to find the goddess, he would be saved from death.
Gan Sanye was stuffed all the way with strips of cloth, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't speak clearly: "Divination, divination will happen, I don't dare to divination again!"
Only then did He Lingchuan let go: "Go away!"
Gan Sanye staggered, fearing that he would change his mind, so he limped home despite the pain.
He Lingchuan pointed, and another little spider jumped on Mr. Gan's back, letting him carry him away.
Not killing doesn't mean not taking precautions.
He Lingchuan still wanted to keep an eye on the follow-up to see if this kid would have bad intentions again.
Instead of killing him, He Lingchuan still hasn't figured out why the goddess promised Gan Sanye three demands. She can even capture the private soldiers of high-ranking officials in the Bejia Kingdom. Isn't it easy to deal with a county dandy?
Do you need to do three things for him first?
Compared with others, what is different about Gan Sanye?
Thinking of the battle inside and outside the Bamboo House, He Lingchuan still felt a little uneasy.
The goddess died just like that? It seemed too easy.
But if I were to say what was wrong, I couldn't find it for a while.
Is it that the monster woman in the countryside is so easy to deal with? He may not always encounter difficult opponents.
Abuse of food in the arena is the norm.
That's all, go back and rest first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow if you have anything else to do.
He Lingchuan went straight to Zizhuyuan where he settled. The concierge was nowhere to be found, and the front hall was empty except for the lamp. He returned to the soup room by familiar routes, took a bath, and slept in his clothes.
With his hands behind his head, He Lingchuan seemed to be staring at the roof in trance, but in fact, he secretly used the eyeball spider's perspective to monitor Mr. Gan.
However, Gan Sanye, a soft-legged crab, walked slower and slower. As he was about to reach Gan's house, he suddenly sat down on the side of the road and could no longer walk.
Then, he collapsed, covered his face and cried loudly.
What happened in the past two days was nothing short of a nightmare for Gan Sanye, who had always had smooth sailing.
A nightmare that I can't wake up from.
The backbone of the family was gone, and the pass order that could save Gan's Chamber of Commerce was not obtained. Tonight, he himself experienced a thrilling experience, and he didn't even know how many ribs were broken.
His life collapsed from here.
He Lingchuan was speechless when he saw this and said to himself, "It's rubbish."
Let Mr. Gan sit on the dusty street corner and slowly taste the bitter fruit. He Lingchuan withdrew his gaze, crossed his legs and adjusted his breath.
It was not a good time to sleep tonight, and he was not completely in samadhi, so he only let his true energy slowly pass away for a few small weeks.
Not long after, there seemed to be footsteps outside, very light.
He Lingchuan opened his eyes.
Someone knocked lightly on the door and said in a gentle voice: "Mr. He, are you asleep?"
"Which one?"
"I am Bai Tan."
He Lingchuan also recognized that the voice was indeed Bai Tan, the maid serving the soup room. "Is something wrong?"
"I think I just came back from seeing the young master." Bai Tan said briskly, "I brought you a late-night snack, which is mushroom and fish fillet porridge."
"come in."
Bai Tan pushed the door open and came in with a smile on her face. As expected, she was holding a tray with a steaming bowl of porridge on it. The aroma of porridge was fragrant.
He Lingchuan seemed to be startled. He looked at Bai Tan and then at the red lacquer plate she was holding:
The mushrooms are thick and plump, the fish fillets are tender and white, and the rice porridge has bloomed. It is obvious that slow cooking is effective.
“Only porridge?”
Bai Tan asked curiously: "Do you need anything else?"
"How can you eat meat porridge without fried dumplings?" He Lingchuan frowned, "Go and get me two sticks!"
Fried glutinous rice balls are fried dough sticks. In the past, no matter whether the salty porridge was rich or not, he would always buy a fried dough stick to soak in it and eat it.
"Ah, yes." Bai Tan was also stunned, but quickly put down the tray and walked out.
It took her about a quarter of an hour to leave.
When Bai Tan came back, he had an oil paper bag in his hand. Inside was two golden fried dumplings, and you could smell the fragrance from a distance.
"Master, please use it."
Just as He Lingchuan was about to pick up the bowl of porridge, Bai Tan turned on the oil lamp. With the one she brought in, the light in the room became even brighter.
He held the porridge in his left hand and smelled it, then suddenly asked Bai Tan: "Where did you get this porridge from?"
"kitchen."
"Did you cook it?"
Bai Tan seemed a little embarrassed: "That's right. You can try my handiwork."
"It's necessary." He Lingchuan smiled slightly, lowered his head and was about to drink porridge, when the long knife at his waist suddenly came out of its sheath.
The light of the sword is like flowing water, but it is immediately recovered as soon as it is launched.
Bai Tan's expression froze, and it took a while for his head to fall off his neck.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her lips moved as if asking:
"Why?"
He Lingchuan looked at her coldly: "Are you showing off your tricks in front of me?"
In fact, Bai Tan had just entered the door, and she was still a plump beauty under the light, but in He Lingchuan's eyes, she was an evil ghost covered in black smoke hugging the white paper figure!
Every move of "White Sandalwood" is just a puppet show.
Sure enough, the maid he split in half didn't bleed at all, and turned into ashes in an instant. The evil ghost behind it disappeared immediately.
It seems that the goddess is not dead yet.
He Lingchuan took a breath, it was indeed not that simple.
Of course, things sent by evil spirits cannot be eaten. He Lingchuan was about to stand up when he suddenly noticed something strange out of the corner of his eye.
The red lacquered tray is very smooth and bright, and can actually be seen through the eyes.
Just now it was the shadow in the tray that moved.
There were two oil lamps in front of him, which provided ample lighting. He Lingchuan looked closely and saw that there was only his own reflection in the plate.
He moved his eyes, and his reflection followed suit. The scene behind him was all virtual, after all, it was not as bright as it was during the day.
Did you see it wrong? It was just a flash of fire?
Just as he was about to look away, Shadow suddenly grinned at him.
He Lingchuan is seventeen years old this year. He is handsome and high-spirited. When he walks on the street, he often attracts girls and wives to turn their heads. Therefore, this reflection is also handsome, handsome and heroic.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But this smile is so ridiculous that it actually reveals a mouth full of tiger-like fangs!
The look in his eyes also became evil and ferocious, as if his evil plot had succeeded.
Oops!
He Lingchuan's scalp went numb and he subconsciously wanted to knock it over. The shadow in the mirror suddenly jumped out and hugged his head and face!
To be continued...