Nameless admitted that in an instant, she was indeed moved by the little monk in front of her, and she even fantasized that he could really save herself from the dire situation, but in the end, her sensibility was suppressed by reason.

"Little monk, you overestimate yourself too much." She sneered a few times, pulled up her cuffs and wiped the tears from her eyes, then stood up and walked out of the door abruptly.

"Sister! Sister! Seeing this, Man Man hurriedly stepped forward to chase her, but accidentally tripped over the threshold and fell over.

But even so, the little girl still got up and ran hard, catching up with her.

"Sister, are you full of anger?" She hugged Nameless from behind, crying and shouting to make amends to her, "Manman likes my sister, no matter what my sister looks like, she is the best looking in Manman's heart." ”

However, her hand was still loosened by Nameless.

"Manman, I'm not angry with you, you go back quickly."

Nameless ignored her cries, and walked down the stairs with hatred, and out of the inn, like a homeless tired bird, wandering in this empty street.

And after Qingyuan settled down, he quickly ran out of the inn covering his wounds, looking for other traces.

Unconsciously, the little monk actually walked to the suburbs, listening to the sound of rustling on both sides of his ears, and couldn't help but shiver.

"In this wilderness, I don't know where the female benefactor will go." Qing Yuan looked at the pitch-black piece in front of him, and inevitably felt a little inappropriate in his heart, "There is no one in this area, the female donor should not come, I think it's better to go back and look for it again." ”

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He comforted himself, but found that he had forgotten his way back!

"Qingyuan, Qingyuan, you are really an elm head! Stupid you forget it! ”

He patted his round bald head with some chagrin, and calmed down to remember the way he came.

Fortunately, after some exploration, I returned to the street along the same road. And just as he was entering the alley, he saw a figure leaning against a corner not far away.

"Could it be a female benefactor?" Qing Yuan walked forward quickly with a little worry, and sure enough, it was none other than the nameless person he was looking for.

It's just that now she has lost the arrogance she usually has, and she has no edge to protect herself, leaving only her body full of embarrassment to accompany this lonely soul.

"Female benefactor! Female benefactor! What happened to you? He asked the hazy woman on the ground in a bit of a hurry, but unexpectedly, in the next second, the injured little wolf threw himself into his arms.

Suddenly, Qingyuan's mind was blank, his body stiffened, as if he had been pointed at by someone, and he couldn't move.

"Female, female benefactor!" When he came to his senses, he immediately planned to pull the person in his arms away, but no matter how he pulled, the person in his arms did not have the idea of letting go, but hugged him tighter and tighter, for fear that he would escape.

"Don't move, if you move again, I'll bite you." Nameless spoke softly like a sticky piece of maltose, hugging Qingyuan's waist, obviously in a drunken state.

This is also the first time Qingyuan has seen her like this, and after losing her pretense of indifference in the past, she is still a little cute.

"Woman, female benefactor, have you been drinking?" The little monk asked her in a stammering voice, his eyes kept staring at the moonlight behind the clouds, and he didn't dare to look down at the person in his arms.

"yes, do you want to drink it too?" Nameless raised a crimson face, said to him with a big tongue, and raised the wine gourd in his hand as he spoke, "Oh, give it, give it to you." She handed the wine gourd to Qing Yuan.

But there is a monk in front of him, how can this monk drink? So Qingyuan naturally rejected her.

"No need, female benefactor, the little monk can't drink it, don't drink it, this wine is poisonous and hurts your body, go back with me."

Qingyuan said earnestly, reaching out to grab the wine gourd she was holding, but was unexpectedly pressed under her by the drunken nameless.

"No one in the whole world dares to care about me, except for you, a little monk, who is always verbose, mother-in-law and mother-in-law, and you are almost annoyed to death."

She kept complaining in her mouth, and Qingyuan, who was pressed by her, just wanted to explain, but she reached out and covered her lips.

"But you're the only one who cares about me."

She lifted her elbows and stared deeply at the delicate face of the young man who was pressed under her, and suddenly, the sadness of the day came to her heart again.

A few drops of warm liquid slid down the corners of her eyes and splashed low onto Qingyuan's face.

"Little monk, do you know that today, I have become the laughing stock of everyone, it is clear that I am telling the truth, but no one believes me, everyone says that I am like a ghost, and they all say that I am a cruel woman......"

Nameless like a child, poured out what happened to her day in one breath, although it was vague because of drunkenness, but Qingyuan roughly knew what kind of pain she experienced this day.

For a moment, Qingyuan looked at the nameless person in front of him who was crying like a cat, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears.

"Female donor, Qingyuan knows your grievances, don't cry, go back with the little monk."

"Hmm." Nameless cried and cried, and laughed, but in the next second, his eyes went black and he passed out on his chest.

This move frightened Qingyuan, he hurriedly got up, shaking the woman's arm, but no matter how he shouted, she closed her eyes tightly.

And after hearing the nameless even and long breathing, the little monk finally let go of his hanging heart, and the feeling of this guy was drunk.

"It turned out that I was asleep, but too, after drinking so much wine, I was drunk." Qing Yuan looked at the nameless who had finally come down honestly, smiled indifferently, and a little ripple appeared in his heart.

In fact, even if you look strong, you have a soft heart. He thought.

"Female donor, you sleep, the little monk will take you back."

Qingyuan said as he picked up the sleeping nameless, just like when he carried her for the first time, but at this moment, she was lighter, presumably because she had suffered a lot these days.

Welcoming the thin night, the heat wave is dry, and a pair of shadows are mottled in the lonely moonlight, sprinkling wisps of silver.

On both sides of the street, the lights are dimmed, only the red lanterns hanging in front of the store are lighting the way forward for Qingyuan.

Along the way, Qingyuan was telling his story with Nameless, he told her interesting stories, and talked about the past, he thought she could hear it.

I don't know if the person on his back can't stand the chatter of this verbose little monk, or if he is drunk, and in an instant, he only feels a churning in his stomach, and a feeling of discomfort comes from his throat.

"Ah, female donor, you, don't vomit, it's coming soon, you bear with it a little longer!" Qingyuan heard her discomfort, and hurriedly quickened his pace and ran towards the inn not far away.

But, after all, it was still a step too late.

"Uh...... Okay......" The little monk looked at his spitted monk's robe, smiled helplessly, and hugged the person on his back a little tighter.

And at this moment, he suddenly heard the woman on his back open her mouth and spit out a sentence lightly.

"Kira, that's my name."