(ps: Thank you for clicking in and reading the book~ If you think this book is okay, please press your fingers or mouse ~ Click on the collection ~ If you have a recommended ticket, you can smash it to me!!)

"Miss, Miss, wake up, don't scare the slave. The hateful Jinmen Bridge, woo woo, the hateful Haihe, the hateful and hateful death woo woo woo, come on, come and save my young lady. A woman's voice tingled her eardrums, and she cried out for help again and again.

The woman shouted for a long time but no one answered, urban life pursues materialism, men, women and children are in a hurry, and the human touch is really getting weaker and weaker. Murphy sighed in his heart, and felt a little sad that the world was cold.

"Wake up, miss, slave beg. You sneaked out and forgot it, and now you have fallen into the Haihe River. Now you let the slave and the slave be killed, miss, the slave and the slave will be killed. Miss, wake up, woo" Zimian lowered his head and cried more and more realistically, Murphy thought that although he was not compassionate enough, compared to the surrounding spectators, he simply felt like an authentic living Bodhisattva. The woman sounded miserable and miserable, which was really distressing. It's just that she really doesn't like this title, and she always feels that she doesn't get into the stream.

Murphy never doubted the existence of good intentions in this world, such as being a good woman with a pure heart, at least that's how Murphy himself sees it. "Wait a minute!uh, I'll help you!" the woman continued to shout as if she hadn't heard Murphy. Murphy's eyelids were generally just twitching with effort, but it was hard to open them. Murphy twisted a handful of flesh on his side so hard that he didn't feel any pain at all. Murphy sighed heavily, he was still the same, he had a nightmare again. Murphy habitually swallowed his saliva, and quickly drew a semicircle on the corner of his mouth with a peach-colored fragrant tongue, looking a little helpless, and a little satisfied with a beauty sleep.

"Ahh Caught off guard, Murphy's eyes narrowed instinctively. Until the sound ended, his eyes closed faintly, and the meditator's eyes were full of blue blue sky, white clouds, and the corners of his mouth rose as if nothing had happened.

"Miss Ben really didn't expect that Ran Ziwan was not surrounded by all the people of the eldest lady of Duanwangfu, but there was still such a caring person. It's very rare, it's just that Ran Ziwan, a sick seedling, is usually weak and trembles, and the cold Jinmen River in early spring is also fatal, and I want to come to your house, this young lady who has no one to pet and no one cares about is afraid that she is going to see the king of Hades, why don't you come to Duanwangfu and follow me?" In Murphy's opinion, the woman's voice was as arrogant as in the nine skies, no less than the cry of killing a pig just now, and you don't need to look at it to know that the person must have raised her chin slightly to show her status.

Ran Ziwan's maid was silent and didn't dare to respond, cowering and sobbing quietly beside Ran Ziwan.

"Cough cough cough" Murphy coughed violently, like a reaction to drinking too much river water. Trembling all over his body, Lin Murphy blinked, blinked, and blinked, it was still the blue sky, the clouds on the bank of the high sun. The inside of the mouth is a little salty, and it hurts a little to pull the corners of the mouth slightly. Murphy peered through his fingers, and a small, red, swollen face was reflected in front of him, staring at him. Murphy was a little uncomfortable with the bright sun above her head, but her body was so cold that she was forced to embrace the warmth. She had nightmares again, and she had been living a dream that didn't look like a dream no matter how she was a child.

"Girl, don't you cry anymore, will you?" With a sobbing sound, a lump of sticky cold liquid fell on his forehead, and Murphy's words were swallowed alive, and he didn't have time to change his expression. Zimian leaned back and fell to the ground with joy and surprise, "Little Miss, you're awake." The slave maid thought that she was small for a long time, and when she saw what she had dripped on her young lady's forehead, Zimian stammered, panicked like a rabbit, and couldn't help but take two steps back when she couldn't help but take two steps back when she was twisted by Murphy.

Murphy's heart-wrenching disgust was enough to make her jump up and kick the man like a rabbit. Murphy moved with all her strength, and stood up stunned, her first reaction was to pull the sleeve of the woman next to her and smear it for a while, until her forehead was a little red, she threw away the almost broken sleeve that she had ravaged, and slanted her beautiful eyes to stare at the maid in front of her who was already frightened and stupid.

The little girl came back to her senses in a panic, and looked stupidly at her wet sleeves, not only the sticky lump, but her young lady used her sleeves as a towel, and the silt and aquatic plants in the Jinmenhai River were stuck to it. At this time, although her own lady looked extremely embarrassed, if she looked carefully, her eyes were bright and her teeth were like frost, and she still couldn't hide that elegance. "Little, little miss, the slave didn't mean it, it's just a momentary love for the maid"

"Damn, I think you're the most hateful. How could Murphy notice that the young lady was calling her, and he only cared about raising his eyebrows, just thinking about how to have a seizure. As soon as he thought of the sticky snot, the feeling of warmth in the world before was instantly gone, and Murphy couldn't help but yell hysterically after all. Murphy clapped his hands and spit out the depressed turbidity in his heart, and then ignored the exclamations of the onlookers and lay on the ground tiredly. It's just that the posture of throwing people seems to be unthoughtful, and there is no hesitation, and the action seems to be habitual and natural.

No, was the girl wearing an ancient costume just now? Regardless of the chill on her body, Murphy was stunned, aunt and grandmother, I didn't take advantage of the coma to be pulled by others to be extras, Murphy craned his neck and looked at his sleeves, and then looked at the light gauze clothes of the ancients from head to toe, and his mouth was curled to reveal an expression that was really so.

Murphy retracted his neck and lay flat on the ground and turned his head sideways to look around, his eyes were upside down with passers-by in all kinds of ancient costumes, Murphy couldn't help but make a silver tooth, and it was a good look.

The speed of changing faces is so fast that I am afraid that the MG in the whole of Kyoto will not be able to catch up.

"Pull my aunt down on the street and bask in the sun to be an actress for you?" Murphy shook his sleeves, his voice sounding soft to the bone, but with a bit of gnashing of teeth. Murphy tilted his head to the side, leaning on a pillow with one hand, his little face raised, his eyes half-squinted. Under the blue sky and white sun, she posed with the ruffians looking at the stars under the night sky.

"Everyone's mouth is still O-shaped, hum, I didn't expect my aunt and grandmother to wake up halfway, you can't use it in vain, right?" Murphy saw that no one cared about it, and continued to say arrogantly. "I also used my aunt and grandmother to play a bitter love scene for you, grandma, I let you see that this is called 'deceitful corpse', your sister's. “

"If you don't pay for watching a play, you won't be paid for acting? There should always be a boxed lunch, right?" asked several questions in a row, and the crowd of onlookers on the street seemed to be stunned. Murphy saw that no one cared, rolled his eyes to the sky, stood up with his gurgling stomach and walked in the direction of fewer people, and weakly spit out "wood!" towards the bluestone bricks on the ground, walked a few steps, as if he suddenly thought of something, and suddenly turned to the stunned crowd and added loudly, "It's all wood!"

The surrounding group of people seemed to be afraid of seeing a ghost and ran away.

It's not bad to see this filming place for free, the depression in Murphy's heart dissipated a little, Murphy patted the dust on his body, no matter what he looked like, he shook his head and walked towards the street with few people, looking like who dared to mess with Uncle Ben again, as if the person who was treated as a ghost just now was not her.

The lotus-colored Luo skirt is mixed with the mud of the spotted river, and the rhizome branches of aquatic plants are hung on the hair, and the scene at this time can no longer see the gentle appearance of the woman's three-foot green silk. Murphy dragged this scruffy swagger through the market, thinking that he could swallow two roasted whole sheep with an empty stomach. No one can be bitter The flowers of the motherland are not, Murphy took a box of steamed buns on the side of the road, and ignored the crowd of onlookers behind him, thinking that the cost of eating this should be about the same as the cost of a box lunch, at least there is no need to stick to Grandpa Mao.

Murphy glanced at the owner of the bun shop hiding in the corner of the store, but he was not scared away, and looked at her with a smile and a look of kindness, and from time to time instructed his second child to fill in a few good dishes and put them on the table closest to her. Murphy touched his body, made sure he was penniless, and looked up at the dishes on the table, it was roast chicken and fish, how much did it cost, she didn't have it. Murphy flattened his mouth, sighed and swallowed his saliva, for fear that he would not be able to resist eating the overlord meal. Quickly turned his back, changed to a comfortable position and sat on the ground, and ate by himself. Pinching two buns in one hand is full of appetite, and the beauty is protected in his arms, and he doesn't know what he has eaten, as if he is afraid of snatching it.

"Ran Ziwan, are you so bad at yourself? Being robbed of a man, as for such a situation" Murphy paused, like a physical instinct.

Murphy stood still, his eyes glancing around him, making sure the voice was coming at him. The young man's voice was warm and pleasant, as if the last two words had been changed in annoyance. She didn't know him, but her body suddenly responded at that moment. Murphy frowned and turned around, and when he saw the handsome young man in front of him, his eyes were straight and his mouth was dripping, and he put aside the slightest doubt in his heart.

The boy stood aside, his hand on the reins of the horse, and the wet water stains on his body were almost the same as hers.