On a summer night, no matter how quiet it is, there is also a bit of distraction, and the cool breeze carries the warmth of the day, gently sweeping in layer by layer.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and the husband was even more desolate, which sounded a little desolate.

The Lotus Pine Garden is close to the long street outside the West Gate, and the sound is very clear at night.

It was when the human nest was hibernating, the breathing sound from the outside and the ear chamber was steady and orderly, under the silk embroidery quilt, one hand silently lifted the covered embroidery quilt, and then the little head shrank inward, and the whole person bowed into a small sphere in the quilt.

A dark one was isolated by this thin embroidery, and one was bright inside.

"I'd like to see what you are...... Where is sacred. ”

In the quilt, Ning Fu bowed into a small ball, took out an object from the space, folded it in half and folded it again, and the picture was clearly displayed in mid-air.

It was gray, except for the sound of small footsteps.

Ning Fu frowned.

The hand swiped a few times in the air, and the picture moved forward quickly, and suddenly, someone opened the box, and a white and green hand of a martial arts practitioner appeared on the screen.

The screen then shifts, revealing the handsome face of a man frowning and staring.

"That's it, it's really in the hands of Miss Nan Ning San." The man said this, and his facial features gradually showed an inexplicable look with his words: "Why bother so much, when did he pay attention to being fair and right, wasting time and money!" ”

No one answered his words, but he said them more like he said them to himself, and then the picture flickered, as if the man had put it close to him, and then there was darkness, but there was no longer the sound of the previous small footsteps.

Ning Fu impatiently fast-forwarded the screen again.

However, when the picture lit up again, a voice suddenly sounded between a shaking light and shadow.

"What is this?"

Then, I saw a hand that was so white that it was almost transparent, stretched out.

On this side of the screen, Ning Fu's heart suddenly pounded.

"Huh? Could it be something in my pocket? ”

Ning Fu gasped, and then listened-

Card Horn!

The final picture is that abnormally white hand, perverted, pinching her - the crystallization of future technology - pinhole camera - to smithereens!

She hadn't seen what the owner of that hand looked like! Not even a single recognizable building was captured in the footage!

In the quilt, she lifted the quilt and sat against the wall, her face was expressionless but cold, and she gritted her teeth in the dark and empty room for a long time...... Turtles! ”

After saying this, she gritted her silver teeth, and suddenly got back into the bed, and unfolded the picture again, dragging the picture to freeze on the face that showed its face at the beginning.

This person's facial features are good, although the recording time is not long, and the words he said are only two or three sentences, but in the end it is not nothing, but this person's facial expressions are particularly rich, and it is enough to see that he can't run away with his temperament, but unfortunately, every expression is a little exaggerated, dragging around the freeze frame, but none of them are serious and can make people clearly identify his appearance.

Looking at it, she couldn't help but laugh.

This person can simply make a set of emojis.

Until she couldn't see anything more useful, she retracted her things into the space, leaned out of the bed and looked at the sky outside, at this time it was estimated that it was only two or three o'clock in the morning, and there was still an hour or two before dawn.

But Ning Fu didn't feel sleepy anymore.

After listening to the frost outside, she slept very steadily, so she simply changed her outfit, climbed over the window and over the wall, and went out.

After coming here for such a long time, she has already touched the general environment in the Ning Mansion and has not left anything, from the previous cautiousness to the present, she can already rest assured that she can let herself walk at the right time - brocade night walk.

This men's dress was secretly handled by her, and it was only transferred to her hands a few days ago.

With the fact that she has never been short of people to serve on the left, it can be said that it is almost impossible to buy this men's clothes, and it is precisely now that she finally has a set of men's clothes in her hand, she can let herself go out a little at night to breathe.

Walking on the long street, although she did not see the daylight, but in the end she was happy, because there was nothing else to do in her heart, so that some were aimless, and some were purely appreciative, but she also knew that she was a little low-key, and her pace was light, and she also walked close to the pavement on one side of the road.

Gradually, I crossed the living area where the rich gathered in this area and walked towards Dongcheng District.

After walking for a while, I saw a river in front of me, reflecting the moon shadow, accompanied by the sound of cicadas and frogs on the side of the road, the water waves on the river surface shook gently, and the moon shadow was very poetic.

Ning Fu sat down on a bluestone by the river, facing the river.

She fumbled and took out a palm-sized wine bag in her arms, took her mouth, and drank slowly.

But she misses the wine rack at home so much.

I haven't been back for so long, and when I go back again, I don't know how much dust will accumulate.

She is not a lady, and she doesn't even know what family affection is without relatives and no reason.

What she has is just silent observation and adaptation...... Accept.

In fact, she didn't feel that she had any misfortune, although she was a little backward here, and the rules were a little troublesome, but even if she was tied up and troubled, at least she was alive, and she still had hope of going home.

The summer night was silent, the breeze was blowing, the river was flowing silently, and the figure of a man in a man's dress on the bluestone was cocoon, with his palms covered his eyes, and his thin lips were as pale pink as cherry blossoms, and he suddenly smiled.

In the distance, a strong carmine fragrance suddenly wafted in the wind, and the faint smiling style also came with the water, and when it reached this lonely riverbank, although it was slightly broken, it was also complete.

"Childe, you just promised the slave that you wouldn't leave today......"

The voice is delicate, making people numb all over, and every word drags a long coquettish tail, and then the footsteps are mixed, and someone approaches.

Ning Fu put down his hand and frowned, only then did he notice that on the other side of the small arched bridge a few feet away, the lights and flowers were shining, and the pastels were shining, and there were some ordinary business shops all around, and this small prostitution hall in the corner alley had not been seen by her before.

This is the best man of the nightingale, and it is not really to go, and it is not really necessary to stay.

Obviously, the woman followed the man out, and she had to follow him.

Ning Fu sat still and didn't move - her position was discovered by those two people, these two people didn't care about shame on the street, and they couldn't complain that passers-by looked at them shamelessly.

The footsteps approached, and the woman exclaimed: "Oh, Childe, you ......" The tone changed from shock to horror!

When the woman's tone changed rapidly, Ning Fu was looking at the reflection in the water, and saw that the man didn't seem to move, and the woman in his arms suddenly flew up and fell straight into the water!

Ning Fu was rubbing the wine bag, subconsciously slamming his horizontal arm, and an object flew away at a gallop on the water, with a clear purpose, heading straight for the direction in which the woman fell.

Syllable.

As soon as there was a sound, the falling woman's clothes danced wildly, her hands and feet could not take care of herself, but she felt that her feet seemed to be stepping on a palm that dragged upwards vigorously, and in the reflection of the river, she saw that the colorful shirt danced again, and the next moment, the woman was actually a hairpin ring and stood back on the shore.

On a midsummer night, an ice-like wind struck the bluestone with precision.

On the bluestone, there is no one.

After a while, the woman helped the hairpin, and her voice was no longer like that, but she sneered very coldly: "The person has left, do you want to chase it?" (To be continued.) )