In the middle of the night, it started raining again, and the sound of rain gradually became louder.
When Wen Nanxing heard Han Xing move to his feet, he slowly opened his eyes: "Are you back?"
"Yeah." Han Xing moved a bunch of clay dolls under the quilt and threw them all out.
It was a doll that the little fool made from the mud he dug at the edge of the pond during the day. He loved it so much that he would hold it while sleeping.
At the same time, he picked up the sleeping black cat curled up next to his pillow and threw it off the bed.
"Meow!" the black cat barked dissatisfied, and was about to jump on him for a hug, when it met his eyes, the black cat quickly turned around and threw itself into Wen Nanxing's arms.
"She also recognized that you are different from the daytime, smart little guy."
Wen Nanxing stroked the fluffy and soft cat fur. There was a rope tied around the black cat's neck. There was a pearl engraved with runes on the rope. If you look closely, you can see that the trace of red thread in the black cat's eyes has disappeared.
"Is it also an object?" Han Xingyi asked, looking at the black cat.
Wen Nanxing smiled and said, "It's a living thing."
"Have you discovered anything in the past few days?" Wen Nanxing asked again.
"I entered Mr. Duan's house," Han Xing said, "it seems that no one is there during the day, but the things in the yard have been moved. I guess Mr. Duan is at home at night."
"Perhaps there is a secret room in his house, and there are no bones in the well in his yard."
"I only went there once and I know so much. You are so awesome!" Wen Nanxing had to admit that the qualifications of being a person at the same time can make a big difference.
And it's not a deliberate search, it's just an unintentional look through the little fool's eyes, and then he can figure out so much information.
After receiving such a straightforward compliment again, Han Xing touched the tip of his nose, paused, and then said: "In addition to Mr. Duan's house, there is also Aunt Hua's bun shop, which is also suspicious."
"Aunt Hua's bun shop..." Wen Nanxing murmured. She had been there several times and found nothing wrong.
"That cricket jar, what are your plans?" Han Xingyi suddenly changed the topic.
Wen Nanxing frowned: "After Dr. Gu..., I will definitely destroy it!"
"You should destroy it today." Han Xingyi said leisurely: "There is no need to be soft-hearted sometimes."
Wen Nanxing sighed: "Mr. Gu's obsession with that object is too strong and cannot be easily destroyed."
"If it were you, would you do this?" Han Xingyi suddenly sat up straight and looked at Wen Nanxing with burning eyes: "Would you, like Mr. Gu, spend your entire life just to see your deceased wife?"
"No, I used the Lihuo Talisman to destroy the fake thing pretending to be you." Wen Nanxing said, the deceased wife in Gu Langzhong's eyes was just a fake thing, how could she be deceived.
After Wen Nanxing finished speaking, he felt that what he said was too absolute and should be explained. He looked up and saw that Han Xingyi had lowered his eyes.
"If one day, I die, you must not be obsessed with illusions." Wen Nanxing added.
"You guys are all like this, right?" Han Xingyi sneered.
"Ah? No..." Wen Nanxing heard that his words seemed a little dissatisfied with what he had just said. Could it be that he was dissatisfied that he had underestimated him.
After all, when he faced himself as a poisonous person in his previous life, Han Xingyi struck the Pisces Seal into her heart without hesitation, killing her with one move.
"Go to sleep and go to those two places tomorrow. If you find your father earlier, you can help me fulfill my wish earlier." Han Xingyi said in a lazy and cold voice: "Don't forget that we are in a mutually beneficial relationship."
Wen Nanxing blinked: "Okay, I will listen to you."
She remains in awe of all things. The heart of a man is the heart of a man, especially the heart of a big boss, and it is not something that she, who is a little Taoist, can understand.
Han Xingyi seemed to be even more irritated. He turned over and then back again, snorting several times.
Here Wen Nanxing was already sleeping like a pig with his back stretched out, and he was snoring lightly.
Her snoring mixed with the increasingly louder sound of rain outside made Han Xingyi increasingly irritable.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning, accompanied by the sound of rain, struck straight from the window into the house. Han Xing moved subconsciously to avoid it, and then there was a "click" of thunder.
Han Xingyi's face turned pale. He felt as if there was a fragile soul in his body. He was very afraid of thunder and lightning. This fear was engraved in his bones, as if he had been afraid of it for more than ten years.
Han Xingyi began to tremble all over. His eyes met Wen Nanxing, who was lying sprawled out sleeping on the ground, and the fear in his eyes dissipated for a moment.
Immediately afterwards there was another sound of thunder, which seemed to shake people's souls out. Han Xing moved even more violently...
In the early morning, the birds are chirping and the flowers are fragrant. The sky and earth are moistened by the rain, and the sun and the sun are getting warmer and warmer.
Wen Nanxing felt that the quilt was very hot, and his body felt like it was wrapped in a heater. When he woke up, he found that Han Xingyi was like an octopus, grabbing him tightly from behind, with his head pressed against his neck. It should be...
When he woke up, he slowly relaxed his limbs.
"Sister, why did I get under your quilt..." Han Xingyi knew he was shy, so he was a little embarrassed.
"Is it because my sister was afraid of the dark yesterday and asked me to accompany you?" Han Xingyi asked again.
"That's...not really." Wen Nanxing scratched his head and looked back at him.
No, isn't it the little fool who is afraid of thunder that will hit his bed? Could it be him... Wen Nanxing trembled, impossible, impossible!
There is no way that arrogant and thoughtful man would get under his bed, ah!
"Ah!" Before Wen Nanxing came out, the little fool over there screamed: "Sister, my clay figurine!"
"I didn't throw it away for you." Wen Nanxing waved his hand and denied.
"Who is that?" The little fool put his hands on his hips and hummed: "Who threw it?"
"How can you say bad words? It's not good." Wen Nanxing quickly stopped him.
"Ba San'er is not a foul language," the little fool denied: "Yesterday Ruyi and I went to catch crickets. We passed by the back of Aunt Fang's house and heard her say, "Ba San'er, you are such a stealing B San'er! Don't."
Throw me a bag, my panties..."
The appearance is lifelike.
Wen Nanxing: "No more catching crickets today."
During breakfast, the little fool was listless, and Wen Ruyi on the other side also had blue circles under her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Wen Nanxing asked Wen Ruyi after dinner.
"It's not an important matter." Wen Ruyi said hesitantly.
"Tell me, I just have some free time right now." Wen Nanxing said as he picked up the sewing basket and started to embroider a purse. Last time he embroidered one for his mother-in-law as a practice, and this time he embroidered one for Han Xing seriously.
"Those three had a fight last night." Wen Ruyi looked a little evasive, as if she had done something wrong.
After all, those three are floating around the room at this time.