Although the proprietress of the brocade weaving workshop was too lazy to entertain Zhu Nian, in the end, she still helped Zhu Nian pack the plain long dress. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhu Nian looked around, relying on Zhu Xinnian's usual memory to look at the southeast direction, from here to the southeast direction, you can walk to a small lake full of green willows.

In the past, every time Zhu Xinnian couldn't stand the destruction of Tao, he would run to this area and cry loudly.

It took Zhu Nian about two quarters of an hour to walk to this small lake.

Standing still under a willow tree, Zhu Nian first looked around, and saw that there was no one here, and because of the remote location, probably no one would come in a short time, so he put his mind at ease.

Zhu Nian unpacked the long skirt, and looked around uncomfortably for a while, before taking off the old clothes on his body with lightning speed under the cover of the big tree, and then quickly put on the newly bought long skirt.

Because of his hurry, Zhu Nian made a mess of his simple bun, and several large chicken nests could be seen on his head, and a few locks of broken hair were scattered randomly on his forehead.

For his hair, Zhu Nian is a headache.

Tying this ancient bun is simply difficult for her to get into the sky.

She clumsily tussed her hair together, but the shape of her head was still very messy. Zhu Nian exhaled lightly, and simply removed all the headbands on his head, and his long black and shiny hair was scattered on his shoulders and back like splashes of ink.

Zhu Nian casually used his hands to pull the broken hair in front of his forehead behind the root of his ear, and the hairstyle immediately changed into a simple shawl long hair.

Zhu Nian looked down at the newly changed skirt, the size was just right, she felt very satisfied, and happily lifted the corner of the skirt and turned around twice.

It was still early, and Zhu Nian didn't want to go back so early, so she walked towards the other side of the small lake.

After walking for a while, Zhu Nian found that this small lake was like a dividing line, dividing this area into two different worlds.

At this time, Zhu Nian has already embarked on a sheep intestine path.

The scenery now has a different flavor, and unlike the bustling commercial streets of the past, it feels more like walking in the countryside.

On both sides of the path, flowers bloom and grass are abundant, and in the distance is a small farmhouse with green tiles and red walls, and some courtyard walls are also covered with dense and green creeper vines.

Although the path is narrow, from time to time there will be some pedestrians in simple clothes passing by Zhu Nian.

Zhu Nian enjoys the current scenery very much, it gives people a comfortable and refreshing feeling.

Suddenly, Zhu Nian heard a faint whisper not far away.

Zhu Nian held her breath to discern the source of the sound, and soon she realized that it was coming from a bush in the grass at the front of the path.

Zhu Nian walked over cautiously, and the closer she got to the grass, the clearer she heard the sound.

It was a faint cry for help.

"Help me... Help me...", was a man's voice.

Zhu Nian carefully pushed aside the grass and looked inside.

It was a burly, good-looking man, but at this time his body was covered in blood and covered in scars.

What a strange man.