Chapter 133: Lurking in the Nine Heavens (5)

Three months passed in a blink of an eye in the mortal world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The winter snow melts silently, just as it came. Although the wind is still cold, the gradually warming sun has made the frozen soil a little new green break through the soil.

Ling Suxue sat at the table boredly, looking at the white and flawless vase on the table, which she had unintentionally bought at the bottle stall two days ago, and there was a peach blossom branch soaked in water in it.

The branches were divided into two branches, bare and nothing.

But the bearded man who sells clay jars said that the bottles he makes are generally a little spiritual, and they can sprout and bloom by soaking them in a few days without germinating dry branches. He is boasting that even if the bubble does not sprout, it can be warmed by the warmer and warmer air.

Lingsuxue just thought that the white bottle looked good, so she bought it back to add some color to the empty and lonely room. My sister has been gone for half a year, and she has been busy in the past six months, and her life has been simple and fulfilling.

The only time I'm sad is when it's snowing. There was snow in the sky and snow on the ground, and she couldn't go anywhere, so she could only think about it at home. So as soon as the snow melted, she was like a bird that had regained her freedom, and began to go out early and return late and work non-stop.

Finally, after selling rouge and tea this morning, I took the opportunity to give myself an afternoon off, preparing to rest for a while and then go to Han Xiaoying's house to get rouge in the evening.

Ling Suxue looked at the peach blossom branch, looked at it, and her eyelids couldn't hold it, and she was dazed and dozed. As soon as she bent down on the table, there was the sound of footsteps opening the door. But she didn't care too much about being too sleepy, and continued to lie sleepy on her arm.

Because since Mu Bing left, Su Xue was given a key to Xiao Ying, so that she could go into the house and get it if she needed anything.

But the footsteps stopped gently in front of Ling Suxue, and a fluffy cloak was placed on her shoulder, and then a gentle and crisp voice sounded: "Suxue, it's still very cold, why did you fall asleep alone at the table?" ā€

Ling Suxue was excited, and hurriedly opened her eyes and got up to look at the woman in front of her, tears of joy flowed out: "Sister, you are finally back!" ā€

Ling Mubing nodded lightly, his face was bleaker and vicissitudes than before, and he looked at Su Xue, who was alone, and said ashamedly: "I'm sorry, I've left you alone in this village for half a year......"

Before she finished speaking, Ling Suxue shook her head lightly: "No, I still have Xiao Ying to take care of, and I am doing well." It's that you've been gone for half a year and come back so haggard, you must have been bullied a lot in the demon world! The tears in the corners of her eyes couldn't help but slide down.

Ling Mubing also shook his head lightly, glanced at the yellow-haired puppy at his feet with sloppy eyes, and took Su Xue's hand to comfort: "Youtengyi has always been by my side, and I have a good life." ā€

Ling Suxue then remembered that there was also a tiger spirit Tengyi.

When he came to the world, Tengyi turned into a dog and followed Ling Mubing every step of the way.

Ling Mubing gave a faint order, and the little yellow dog walked to the side to rest. She pulled Su Xue and slowly walked to the bedroom, sat down with both of them, and began to tell the reason for coming back this time.

"I originally wanted to find out the reason for the loss of the immortal book and help Hanwen alleviate some crimes, but in the past six months, I have secretly visited many demon and ghost cities, and finally found that the first ninety percent of the content of these books is normal, and the last few pages are nonsense. And none of the books are real fairy books, all of them are fake and shoddy. In this way, I have no evidence that the immortal book of Chang Huan Pavilion was stolen, and then I was unwilling, and continued to visit more demon cities, but I still did not find a genuine copy, so Teng Yi persuaded me to go back to the village, otherwise I will still be looking for it in the vast demon world. ā€

Hearing this, Ling Suxue finally understood why her sister looked haggard.

The first is that he is tired from searching for books every day in the demon world, and the second is that he can't help Yan Hanwen reduce his sentence and suffers. Ling Suxue helped her brush the slightly messy hair on her sideburns and comforted: "Sister, you must have been very tired in the past six months, first rest at home for a while, and then find other ways to help Yan Hanwen reduce his sentence." ā€

So saying, she helped her take off her coat, cover her bedding, and fall into a deep sleep.

In order to make her sister comfortable, Ling Suxue wiped the bedroom up and down while she was asleep, especially the gift box on the dresser.

These gift boxes were all sent by Si Mingxu to Ling Mubing on Chinese New Year's Eve. Originally, on the day of the Lantern Festival, there were two gifts to be given in the next few days, but in the back, no one came. must have felt that Mu Bing didn't hear any back, so Si Mingxu was disheartened and stopped giving gifts.

Ling Suxue looked at a bunch of gift boxes and sighed pitifully, carried them all to the firewood room in the backyard, and when her sister was in a good mood, she forgot about Yan Hanwen, and then took it out and told her.

The next day, Han Xiaoying returned from picking flowers, and saw the little yellow dog lying on his stomach in front of Ling's thatched house, so he excitedly shook his back basket and galloped to Lingsuxue's house. As soon as I entered the house, I saw Ling Mubing sitting at the table eating tea.

"Sister Mu Bing! You're finally back! Han Xiaoying ran over and gave a big hug.

I spilled most of the Lingmu iced tea, and sighed at the messy water on the table.

"Sister Mu Bing, what's wrong with you? Not happy? Han Xiaoying let go of her embrace, and while unloading the heavy basket behind her, she cared.

Ling Mubing was so worried that she didn't want to answer. felt that chatting with Xiao Ying was like playing the piano to a cow, not to mention that the man she liked was the God of Nine Heavens, and she didn't know how to talk about it, so she could only lament at the teacup.

Ling Suxue was not there, Han Xiaoying didn't know what to do, her hands twisted the corners of her clothes and smiled dryly: "Sister Mu Bing, you finally came back, I'll buy you what you want to eat?" ā€

"I don't want to eat anything." Ling Mubing seemed to have lost her soul.

Han Xiaoying smiled bitterly, feeling that she was stupid and didn't know how to comfort people. So he pointed to the basket next to him awkwardly, and desperately found a topic: "Look at the flowers I picked today, isn't it beautiful?" ā€

"Beautiful." Ling Mubing didn't look at it, and answered directly.

Han Xiaoying was slightly embarrassed, so she got up and walked to the door to tease the dog. Compared with communicating with people, she is easier to deal with animals, so she easily picked up the little yellow dog, touched the soft fur on its back and said, "Little yellow, your master seems to be unhappy." ā€

"Wang! Woof! Tengyi screamed twice, meaning that it was not called Xiao Huang. But it couldn't speak to mortal women, so it had to scream.

Han Xiaoying thought it agreed with her, so she grabbed its furry black paws and shook it, "Do you know why she's in a bad mood?" ā€

"Wang! Woof! "Tengyi wants to say I know.

Han Xiaoying thought to herself that it didn't know, so she flicked her mouth on its forehead: "You don't even know why your master is in a bad mood, it's really not a good dog!" ā€

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Teng Yi wanted to cry without tears, and finally understood Mu Bing's willingness to not want to talk to Xiao Ying, because not only did she not have the eyesight to see, but also put the responsibility on it. If it weren't for the warmth and softness of her arms, it would have jumped away to find a quiet place and fell asleep.