This wandering juggling troupe does have two brushes, although it is still a common acrobatic, monkey walking and the like, and one of them is a teenager who is very special.

His skill is, in today's view, what should be called magic.

For example, a rabbit is conjured in a pocket, and a flower is turned into a flower with bare hands.

The secrets of this kind of magic have been cracked in the 21st century, and coincidentally, I happened to see a few of them.

But at this time in ancient times, it was a very rare thing, and everyone was crazy to applaud him, which can be called a large-scale star-chasing scene.

The young man was also very arrogant and took the basin to ask for money, he walked to my side, I don't have any money, big brother!

"Why girl, is it that she is inferior in skills and failed to please the girl, so the girl treats me as a bun and ignores me?" He looked at me with a wicked smile.

Okay, is this calling me a dog?

I also looked at him with a wicked smile, leaned into his ear, and told him the secret behind his great transformation into a living person, and he was stunned for a while.

I also raised my eyebrows at him, handsome and neat, and wanted to go home.

"Wait, girl!" He ran after me.

"Girl, tonight at three o'clock, I'll be waiting for you at the pavilion at the foot of the mountain outside the town." He looked at me expectantly.

I didn't answer, just nodded, pursed my lips, and thoughtfully.

What do you think? Think about how one of my daughters' house came out of the house at night in this ancient world that advocated three obedience and four virtues! The first time we met, I actually mentioned dating, this teenager is not ordinary~

When I was in the house, I finally found an excuse to sneak out of the house.

Before three o'clock, he was already waiting in the pavilion.

Surrounded by the cold night, he seemed to have been standing there for a long time, and the long pavilion and the boy were really a beautiful match!

I tapped him on the shoulder, and he wasn't surprised.

"Girl, how do you know the secret of all this juggling I do?" He asked me with some seriousness.

"And how do you know?" I'm more curious than him, can there be magic in ancient times to transform people?

"It was taught by a master in the capital. But he only taught me this one, and I realized the rest on my own. He said I had talent to teach me. He bowed his head and paused.

"Master, he can judge whether what he said is true or false just by listening to people, and he is an adult who lives in the capital." He looked at the sky and remembered the past.

"I just watched you perform and guessed this one. However, I don't understand any of your other tricks. ”

Now, I have to explain it like this.

He suddenly grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him, he calmly looked into my eyes, closing the distance between each other's breaths, and I felt the warm current between his breaths.

"I don't know the girl's name?" He suddenly let go.

"Su Yunmei." I was silently relieved by what I had just done.

"Girl, look at the day." He suddenly let go of his hand, pointing towards the sky.

The sky is embedded with shining verses made up of stars -

The eyebrows are shallow,

I am glad to see you.

I was amazed to see the poems floating in the sky like fireworks.

"It's just mind manipulation." He seems to be ploying a little.

I was still immersed in the romance of the stars, and the horseshoe soldiers at the bottom of the mountain broke everything.

I was wondering where the soldiers and horses came from, and the magician boy said, "It's Mr. Private School." ”

"What?" I looked at the boy in disbelief, and saw the figure of Mr. Private School riding at the foot of the mountain, leading the crowd.

A group of chariots and horses crossed the bridge into the town, and in an instant, wailing in the wilderness, fighting and bleeding. And the one who wails is the person I usually meet!

I almost fell to the ground. The boy helped me up, "Let's go quickly, this place is not suitable for long." With that, he pulled up my sleeves.

I watched everything in disbelief, no wonder he didn't let the bridge be rebuilt, after he slaughtered this town, he ordered someone to tear down the bridge, and since then, there has been no such town.

Until I saw the white face of Mr. Private School, which appeared in the blood-red flames of war, and revealed the decisive wolf ambition under the weak scholarly anger.

It was he who broke my peaceful and simple life, and thus stopped the web that pushed me into the complex and complicated interests.

One of his murders changed my life. Step by step, it pushed me into the boundless, cold seat of the sky.

The boudoir listens to the snow in the wind, and the halberd is slightly frosted in this life.