The message from the man with facial paralysis made my face more and more expressionless, and I reminded him to reply briefly, and his previous reply only said the first and last sentences, and then asked him how to deal with it.

He mentioned that when I was trapped in the net in the cave and couldn't hear the outside world, the formation I threw outwards just happened to defeat the voodoo doll.

However, it is still unknown who will win or lose, after all, he does not know the specific situation of the voodoo doll, and the mana of the black witch who controls the voodoo doll.

I'd better not always take the little monk to adventure.

Coupled with the weeding and eradication I asked last time, I have experienced at least two situations in one day that may not be able to protect the safety of the little monk.

Me: Then you can pick him up.

Facial paralysis man: Farewell.

The paralyzed man's refusal was expected by me, and I charged my phone again and began to rest.

Before I could fall asleep, the little monk had already kicked off the thin quilt on his body again.

I gently went to cover him with a thin quilt.

In his sleep, he hugged my arm and rubbed his cheek on my arm.

I couldn't help but raise the corners of my lips and simply pulled him into the crook of my arm so that he could sleep with me.

Sleeping with him in my arms, I was full of peace of mind and slept extra sweetly.

I didn't have a dream, and when I woke up naturally, it was noon the next day, and he was already dressed and sitting cross-legged next to me to practice internal strength.

At the coffee table, fragrant tea is boiling.

The clothes he and I changed from last night had been washed and dried.

When I opened my eyes, I smiled.

I got up softly, washed up, drank some tea, and took him out to eat.

It is early autumn, the scenery is refreshing and slightly lonely, and the murmur of autumn insects comes and goes.

I took him for a walk around the suburbs after the meal.

The golden fields, the heavy ears of grain, and the small villages near and far made him very interested.

I was having fun with him.

I watched him see the colorful butterflies gliding through the delicate wildflowers.

He accompanied me to see the clouds and clouds, fluttering like ribbons, wrapped around the trees and fields.

The cool wind blew from north to south, bringing all kinds of aromas, and he and I smiled and laughed all over every road we walked.

We stayed in the suburbs until the sun went down and then we left.

"Xumi, no matter where you go in the future, no matter who you are with, you have to be happy to know?"

"Won't my sister stay with me all the time?"

"Yes. However, when you are too busy, you may not be able to take you with you, so you have to ask someone else to help take care of you first. ”

"Then when my sister is done, will she come to pick me up again?"

"Yes. ”

"Sister has to talk. ”

"Good. ”

"Then we will hang ourselves on the hook for a hundred years. ”

"Good. ”

......

"Sister, if you don't want me one day, you have to tell me directly. ”

"There won't be a day. Don't be cranky. ”

"Good. Sister, I'm so happy. ”

"Happy what?"

"I'm glad you won't want me. ”

"Stupid or not?"

"Not stupid. ”

......

When we returned to the hotel, I saw the cyan Hanfu man I had seen in the cave again.

He is still in a cyan Hanfu, his hair is tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and he sits quietly in the hall on the first floor.

What did he come for?

Could it be that he was going to pick up the little monk early?

His arrival made me unconsciously hold the little monk's hand even more.

His eyes swept at this time, and then he hurriedly greeted him, introducing himself as Ling Xiaoweng, who was ordered by his senior brother to come and protect us.

He had opened the room, which was right next door to us.

He waited for us for a long time, very hungry.

At this point, he just had to write 'Invite me to dinner' directly on his face.

"Xumi, do you want to eat again?" I first asked the little monk for his opinion.

He and I just had dinner.

I mentioned to him not long ago that maybe I would ask someone else to help take care of him, and Ling Xiaoweng was too good at showing up immediately.

I have to pay more attention to his feelings at this time to make him less cranky.

"I don't want to!" the little monk leaned closer to my legs, his eyes full of wariness at Ling Xiaoweng.

The little monk's reaction made Ling Xiaoweng blink his eyes and look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, just to keep the tears from falling.

I bent down and picked up the little monk and passed by him, and walked straight to the elevator, the little monk lay on my shoulder, hugged my neck tightly, and bent his eyebrows.

In order to keep him in a good mood, I immediately started to pack my luggage after returning to the room with him, preparing to sneak out and leave quietly after Ling Xiaoweng returned to the next room.

He laughed at my plan and laughed on the bed until his stomach hurt.

Next, after Ling Xiaoweng returned to the next room, we each held our backpacks and held our breath together and listened to Ling Xiaoweng's movements.

After Ling Xiaoweng turned on the shower, we looked at each other and nodded, quietly slipped out the door, and then took the elevator down to the first floor and quickly checked out and left, rushing to other cities overnight.

He was so happy all the way that he fell asleep in my arms in the middle of the night.

Because he didn't have an ID card, we were on a bus.

The rectangular bus looks like a large coffin that can walk.

Passengers sleep soundly in rows of cramped beds, like corpses lying in small coffins.

I could smell the rotten smell of rot spilling out of the cracks in the bus, and there should be dead bats, dead rats, menstrual blood, hair and other yin things in the cracks, so as to prevent the yang energy leaking out of the car, so that the ghosts wandering in the night would not focus on the bus.

I also fell asleep soon after he fell asleep.

As long as he is in my arms, I will be full of confidence.

We arrived at the station at dawn and just got off the train when we received a call from a man with facial paralysis.

The man with facial paralysis asked me where I had taken the little monk again, and I sent him a location to remind him not to let Ling Xiaoweng come with him again.

He asked why, and I told him that the little monk didn't like it.

He was silent.

After I hung up the phone, I took the little monk to dinner first, and then planned the next route.

We went to Erguna in Inner Mongolia.

Autumn is full of autumn here, the colors of the mountains and forests are distinct, and the emerald sylvestris pine is dotted in between, and the colors like oil paintings make people feel excited.

The forest is like a large palette, with trees and plants of various colors intertwined into a gorgeous landscape, combined with the impossibly blue sky and crystal clear river, which is intoxicatingly beautiful.

Mordoga is an important part of Erguna's autumn colors, and the most beautiful scenery here is when the afternoon sun shines obliquely, and the mountains and forests are shrouded in golden light, which is almost unreal.

White Deer Island is the best place to see the autumn leaves in the Great and Small Khingan Mountains.

In the forest, wild fruits such as red beans, persimmons, thick plums, mountain cloves, and water grapes are ripe one after another, and mountain treasures such as mushrooms and monkey heads grow in the forest, and the joy of harvest is everywhere.

In addition to the color forest, the river on the grassland is also a rare beauty of the Great Xing'an Mountains in autumn, such as the Mozhigrad River with nine bends and eighteen bends, and the sparkling Gen River, like a ribbon lingering in the forest, silently passing through, rendering the autumn atmosphere.

We walked around the beautiful scenery here, tasted all the food, and tasted the whole sheep feast, hand-grabbed meat, blood sausage, mare's milk wine, Hulun fish and shrimp, etc.

We also went to listen to the live version of the horse-head fiddle and the long Mongolian tune accompanied by the melody, and also went to see the smoke of the yurt in the shadow of the Lele car in the afterglow.

I want him to be happy every moment with me.

What I hope is good in his eyes.

During this period, my grandfather called, but he didn't ask me where I was, so naturally I didn't take the initiative to mention it.

He asked me if I was still in a dreamless state, and I gave a positive answer, telling him to pay attention to his body and add or remove clothes in time so as not to catch a cold.

During this period, the man with facial paralysis also called again, hoping that I could send him a location when I took the little monk to stay overnight in the future.

During this period, the little monk would still pounce when he saw the beautiful young lady, but his spirit was getting weaker and weaker day by day.

Even though he himself was not worried, even though the man with facial paralysis said that malaise was a normal part of his resurrection, I still couldn't feel at ease.

I had planned to stay for a week and then go elsewhere, but his malaise put my plans on hold and took him to Erguna to avoid the toil.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the one-month deadline I agreed with the man with facial paralysis.

The man with facial paralysis arrived with Ling Xiaoweng on the last day of the January deadline, but the little monk was full of vigilance against them.

I was full of reluctance, but I could only try to harmonize his relationship with them.

He smiled reluctantly and whispered to me that we might as well slip away again, causing tears to wet my eyes.

I told him that I was going to be very busy and that I had to ask them to take care of him for a while, and that I was leaving tomorrow at the latest.

His tears welled up in his eyes, and he hugged me and wept silently for a long time.

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