"What did you say?!"

"Nan Jiaojiao, it's your little junior sister."

Poinsettia has a subtle expression.

When they came to the master, they accepted two apprentices for the first time, one of whom was still a delicate female apprentice!

The old guy must have looked at Nan Baoyi's beauty, and he didn't hold it for a while.

However, he didn't recognize any little junior sister.

If he wants to do it, he will only do it.

But if he doesn't save him when he dies, the master knows that his way is estimated to be invalid.

Under the willow tree, the young Taoist priest with a little cinnabar between his eyebrows rolled up his sleeves with a smile, and his face was warm and amiable: "It's not impossible to ask the teacher to help you find the little lady of the Nan family." However, you have to agree to a condition for your teacher. ”

"On what terms?"

"You can't marry her."

Willow leaves are dashing.

Xiao Yi stared at the poinsettia, a gloomy aura filled his body, and the nine-foot Mo knife in his hand, the blade was slightly deflected, refracting a sharp dark light towards the poinsettia.

Killing intent, all present.

Poinsettia fiddled with the leaves and glanced at him.

He joked: "Kill me, where do you go to find her?" Do you expect your half-hung cousin Shen Yichao to help you figure out where the little lady in the south is? It's not that the teacher looks down on him, he can figure it out, but it's a pity that he is not good at interpreting the hexagram, and when he solves the hexagram, the daylily is cold, and your little lady has been dead for many days. ”

Xiao Yi was silent, his eyebrows and eyes deep: "I promise you." ”

And promised first, whether to marry or not, it is not for the thief Taoist to have the final say.

Poinsettia smiled.

Rescue must be saved anyway, but she has to be taught a lesson.

Who let her take away Master's love?

He put his hand on the pergola, looked at the sun, and said unhurriedly: "I am in harmony with the fire, and after sunset, my divination can be effective." Good boy, how about playing a few games of chess with the teacher first? ”

Xiao Yi looked at him.

He is well versed in the temper of a thief and a Taoist, and the more others persecute him, the slower he becomes.

So he silently turned over and dismounted, and played chess with Poinsettia.

Finally made it to sunset.

Poinsettia took out the hexagram plate and recited a few unfathomable words.

He pinched his fingers and did another analysis that sounded very complicated, before pointing to the mine in a serious manner: "The little lady of the Nan family is still inside." ”

He instructed Jin Wuwei: "Open the mine gate and let King Yong in." ”

Xiao Yi carried the wind lantern, passed through the ore vein, and walked straight to the sinkhole.

Tianshu was careful, and the only place that had not been thoroughly searched was the sinkhole.

He guessed that someone had hidden Nan Jiaojiao in a dense pile of corpses.

Sinkholes.

The perimeter is closed, and the five fingers are not visible in the dark.

When Xiao Yi and Poinsettia were playing, Nan Baoyi finally cried enough.

She wiped away her tears, not disgusted with the smell, and used her strength to nurture the heavy corpses to the bottom of the sinkhole, forming a trapezoidal pile of corpses leading to the top.

She stepped on the pile of corpses and struggled to climb up.

Finally touching the edge of the sinkhole, the girl riveted enough to climb up.

Unfortunately, the corpses piled at the bottom have long since decomposed.

The tall pile of corpses shook violently, and before Nan Baoyi could climb up, the whole person collapsed with the pile of corpses and fell from a high place.

I don't know whose white bones pierced her soft belly.

Tears welled up instantly, it hurt!

It hurts, she hasn't drunk water for a day and a night, and her throat is very thirsty.

But this is the depths of the mine, there is no rescue, no food, no water, no sound, no light, she can only lie quietly in the pile of corpses, waiting for death.

Despair came like a tide of darkness and gradually consumed her.

The girl covered her bleeding belly.

Consciousness has begun to blur.

In my mind, a figure suddenly appeared. Book bar

It was the distant Jinguan City.

The kind grandmother always hugged her in the summer evening, sat under the loquat tree to enjoy the cool and fanned, and told her bizarre stories.

Another little girl who looked like a dumpling, lying on her grandmother's lap, holding a big chicken leg and her round black eyes, winked at her, it was her little cousin.

The mother with a blurred face, the father who is always out of tune, the serious second uncle, the second aunt who dotes on her, and the brothers who love her like a treasure.

And also......

The girl lay on her stomach in the pile of corpses, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.

And that one, a seemingly down-and-out and cold boy.

The ten-mile red makeup, the beautiful scenery married her minister.

"Second brother......

"Why don't you come and take me home......"

The girl murmured, her voice extremely hoarse and aggrieved.

Consciousness drifts away until he falls into a deep sleep.

……

In the depths of the dark mine, Xiao Yi came with a lantern.

The dim light illuminates this cruel purgatory-like sinkhole.

As far as the eye can see, there are a lot of bones.

A girl in a skirt huddled alone in the depths of the bones.

Xiao Yi's heart suddenly clenched.

He swept down from the sky and landed on the pile of corpses.

"Nan Jiaojiao ......"

He muttered.

The little girl was wounded, a sharp white bone pierced her lower abdomen, and she clutched the wound, but there was still viscous blood gushing out, spreading between her fingers, staining her shabby and dirty skirt red.

The skirt was torn, the white calves and feet were exposed, and the blood meandered on the skin, forming a thick layer of blood scabs, which looked shocking.

"Nan Jiaojiao ......"

Xiao Yi was dumbfounded, wanting to reach out and pick up the little girl, but he was afraid that she would hurt more.

Danfeng's eyes were scarlet.

He barely suppressed his emotion of being defeated, and carefully picked up the little girl like a treasure and rushed out of the mine.

He turned over and got on the horse, tightly protected Nan Baoyi with one hand, held the reins with the other, and shouted: "What about Jiang Suihan?!" ”

Shi Ku hurriedly surrendered his hand: "In Nanfu!" ”

Xiao Yi was gone.

Poinsettia sat cross-legged on the back of the cow: "He promised not to marry her, but something happened to her, but he ran faster than anyone else......"

He watched Xiao Yi go away, and suddenly laughed meaningfully.

Xiao Yi took Nan Baoyi back to Nanfu.

In the Songhe Courtyard, everyone was in a mess, and the people who had been visiting in front of Nanguang's couch scattered as birds and beasts, and squeezed to the dormitory to visit Nan Baoyi.

Even Nan Mu and Nan Chengli, who were doing business in Qianzhuang, hurried back.

Being watched by so many Nan family members, the elder brother of the Xiao family stood next to him with red eyes and stared, Jiang Suihan said that he was under a lot of pressure.

He sat on the embroidery pier and carefully looked at Nan Baoyi's injuries.

The wound is on the stomach.

He took scissors and cut the skirt open.

The blood hole is shocking.

The old lady only glanced at it, her face turned pale instantly, more heartbreaking than her own injury, and she almost fainted again.

Jiang hurriedly supported her: "Mother-in-law......"

"How much it hurts...... Jiaojiao'er" The old lady burst into tears, "how much she hurts!" She has never been injured since she was a child, and when she was still in Jinguancheng, she had a broken knee, and she would rather stay outside for a month than let me know, for fear that I would be distressed and sad. My Jiaojiao, how sensible she is...... Why do you always make her hurt?! ”

The words made the ladies in the house red-eyed.

"Jiaojiao!"

A crisp voice suddenly sounded.

Nan Baozhu pushed aside everyone and hurried over.