Xiaoying thought that the stall owner would not be stupid enough to ignore and make trouble, so when she found herself standing in front of the City Lord's Mansion, she couldn't help but feel inexplicable.

According to the rules, he handed the doorman a post, which was nothing more than that he had something to see the city lord and received a reward, but the doorman was happy, and soon brought out the city lord's answer from the house.

"Let's go into the city with the stall owner and this young lady, and the other two should wait where they are."

"Nope." The young man and the white-clothed Mo Xiao retorted at the same time.

But they argue the opposite. The young man was worried that Xiaoying would be bullied, and Mo Xiao, who was in white clothes, was worried that Xiaoying would turn the City Lord's Mansion into a slaughterhouse.

Encountering their concerned gazes, Xiaoying grinned, waved her hand casually, and said, "Don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

"......" will not be strange.

Bai Yi Mo glanced at her with a smile, and still refused to agree to let Xiaoying and the stall owner go in together.

The doorman was supposed to block it, but he received a notice temporarily, so he had to let Xiaoying and the others enter the mansion together, but before they entered the mansion, they were divided into two teams, Xiaoying and the stall owner went straight to the hall where the city lord met guests, and the young man and Mo Xiao in white appeared in a library.

The memory is here, and there is a fault line suddenly, and the snow white in front of her makes the little shadow who was immersed in the dream stunned, and after a while, she realized that her dream is like a lifetime experience, but her memories before her life are only two figures engraved in her heart.

So, without the company of the two of them, she couldn't remember a single thing at all.

Feeling that this dream had been going on for too long, Xiaoying struggled to wake up, and the snow white in front of her turned into an antique teahouse, which easily attracted her mind again.

At this time, what was left for Xiaoying was the back of the young man, he seemed to be leaving, Xiaoying lowered her eyes and quietly looked at the teacup on the table, the water in the teacup had already been drunk, and she had no intention of refilling.

Next to her, Mo Xiao, who was dressed in white, was still wearing his favorite white clothes, and the folding fan in his hand had ink words added to it at some point.

The fan facing Xiaoying obviously only wrote four words, but Xiaoying knew that on the folding fan, there were eight words - destiny is romantic, only drunk alone.

"Are you leaving? After someone else helped you, don't say a word of thanks, and leave like this. At the moment when the young man stepped out of the teahouse, Mo Xiao in white suddenly spoke.

Xiaoying raised his head in surprise, glanced at the white-clothed Mo Xiao, and immediately turned to the young man, explaining with a little embarrassment: "If you have something, just hurry up and deal with it, anyway, this time has always been here, if you think of it, you can come over at any time." ”

Stopped, the young man turned around slowly, his dark eyes flashed, and his expressionless face showed a trace of anger inexplicably: "Why are you so good to others, I obviously don't know you." ”

"Ahem, my name is Xiaoying, so you don't know each other, and I'm really not as good as you think." She has the potential to be a witch, and the word "good" should not be used on her.

Her words made the young man frown slightly, and after a long time, when Xiaoying and Baiyi Mo Xiao thought that he was about to turn around and leave again, he suddenly spoke: "I don't have a name, and no one has ever called me." ”

"Oh." Nodding as if he didn't understand, Xiaoying didn't show sympathetic eyes, but asked seriously: "Do you have any special skills, or like him, what do you particularly love?" ”

Inevitably, the young man didn't understand his words, Xiaoying pulled the sleeve of Mo Xiao, who was in white clothes, and added: "He likes white clothes, so his surname is white clothes." ”

"......" glared at Xiaoying, and the white-clothed Mo smiled and continued to be silent.

Glancing at Bai Yi Mo Xiao in surprise, the young man lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, as if he had figured out a certain problem, and he said seriously: "You can call me Qianji." ”

"A thousand machines? What the hell is this name. Bai Yi Mo smiled and frowned.

He despised his and Xiaoying's names enough, but he didn't expect that there would be people with names that were more ugly and stranger than theirs.

"It's better than nothing." Xiaoying smiled and comforted.

In her opinion, not having a name is much sadder than a strange name, after all, having a name, there will always be someone to call, and without a name, not only no one will call you, but even you yourself will be confused.

Nodding, the boy was obviously thinking the same way.

There is no reason to talk about the two of them, Bai Yi Mo Xiao frowned habitually, and the folding fan in his hand accelerated the speed of shaking, as if it fanned away all the unpleasantness.

"Now that we all know each other's names, why don't we sit down and talk." Reaching out and pointing to the seat opposite, Xiaoying smiled and invited.

Although she didn't know why Qianji always appeared in front of her before, a person like him would not come to this ruined city without a purpose.

Without refusing again, Qianji walked to the table and sat down, his eyes made contact with the teacup handed by Xiaoying, and he hesitated a little before reaching out to take it.

"I set out from an unnamed village with the aim of finding the ruins of the rumors." After drinking the tea in the cup, Qianji took the initiative to explain.

Xiaoying and the white-clothed Mo Xiao glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts from the bottom of each other's eyes: "Ruins? ”

In this ruined city, no one has ever mentioned the ruins, perhaps in their eyes, the ground they step on is the ruins of the past.

"What are you looking for ruins?" Although he couldn't figure out what the ruins were, Xiaoying was still very clear about the next question.

Expecting her to ask like this, Qianji replied calmly: "Only by finding the ruins can I practice the technique, and only by learning the powerful technique can I save the entire village, and when I came out, the village chief told me that this is my mission." ”

...... "What kind of mission is this?"

Besides, every village in the Seven Cities can practice magic skills, and Xiaoying really can't imagine what kind of village Qianji is in.

"If the ruins you are talking about are places where you can practice magic, then what you are standing under your feet should be the place you are looking for." Compared with Xiaoying's doubts, the white-clothed Mo Xiao saw it much more thoroughly.

Hearing his words, a trace of joy flashed in Qianji's eyes, and he was just about to ask something, when the white-clothed Mo Xiao raised his hand to stop him: "However, I advise you to stop thinking about the nameless village." ”

"Why?" Qianji asked a little annoyed.

He didn't think that he was sitting here to listen to Bai Yimo laugh and say this.

"Because it's not necessary." Bai Yi Mo smiled and replied simply.

After answering, he didn't even bother to explain, so he got up and walked directly to the room that Xiaoying had specially left for him.

Looking at his back, Xiaoying blinked blankly, but the white-clothed Mo Xiao in her image was not like this, so she believed that there must be some reason why he would be like this.

Turning around, seeing Qianji's injured eyes, Xiaoying reached out to refill the hot tea for him, and was about to explain for the white-clothed Mo Xiao: "Maybe ......."

"Do you think so too?" Senki interrupted her to ask.

"Huh?" Xiaoying was even more dazed.

Qianji lowered his head and did not repeat his question, in fact, he knew very well that Bai Yi Mo Xiao would say that because he saw the facts clearly.

Those people in the village don't need him at all, in their eyes, he is just an outlier in the crowd, what disaster in the village, what is his mission to find the ruins, in fact, they are all deceiving him.

After all, this was the only way he could have a reason to leave the village and look for the ethereal ruin, so that he would never return.

However, now that things have an accident, the people in the village probably don't know that there is really a place in this world where they can practice magic skills, and Bai Yi Mo Xiao would say such things, probably so that he would recognize the truth earlier, so as not to return from his studies when he succeeds, and see not the eyes he needs, but the disgust that drives him away.

"What's wrong with you?" Discovering his loss, Xiaoying asked with concern.

Shaking his head, Qianji took a deep breath and said, "I always thought that I didn't feel it, but now I suddenly feel a little distressed. ”

"Oh, I see." Finally understood the reason why something was wrong with Qianji, Xiaoying couldn't help but chuckle: "It's people who always have feelings, like you, at best, they feel sluggish." ”

"Really?"

"Of course." Xiaoying nodded firmly.

She believes in her theories and believes that others will approve them.

"What would happen if no one in your hometown would welcome you back?"

"If you don't go back, it's done." Xiaoying replied indifferently.

Anyway, she had never liked her hometown, that place without warmth, full of cold-blooded monsters, and she didn't want to be like that.

Therefore, no matter whether the people in her hometown welcome her or not, she will never think of going back.

"But ......"

"No, but." Xiaoying suddenly interrupted Qianji's words coldly, in order to prevent him from continuing to talk about this matter, she said a little impatiently: "A place that doesn't need me, and I don't need to go to commemorate it." ”

"What if they need you?" Qianji asked without giving up.

"I'm not going back."

"Why?" Qianji was completely blinded, he really couldn't understand how Xiaoying could say such a decisive word.

"Because I don't need them." Xiaoying replied simply.

She didn't know what the people in the nameless village were, but she really didn't need the cold-blooded monsters in her hometown.

In her opinion, what she needs is everything in front of her, a friend to make friends with, a teahouse to live in, even if she can't make money, but she can see those hopeful eyes on the streets of Phantom City, and life will become beautiful.

"Don't I need to?" Qianji whispered this sentence, as if he had lost his soul, and kept reading.

In the past, he thought about whether others needed him, and naturally he never thought about whether he needed others.

Now reminded by Xiaoying, I can't help but see my heart clearly.

After leaving the village, he saw a lot of scenes, the blood sleeping in his body was already ready to move, the people in the village didn't need him, he didn't need them either, he was free to find his own sky, leaving aside the shackles of his mission, he was completely free to find his own sky.

Finding the changes in his dark eyes, Xiaoying smiled slightly, and solemnly and sincerely invited: "How about forming this room with us?" ”