No matter how much he screamed, the window didn't open.

The sky became more and more gloomy, and it gradually began to rain, and the raindrops the size of beans fell on his body, and he only felt so painful.

He banged on the window and shouted loudly.

"Sister, sister, don't joke with me, it's raining, wait for Pu, wait for Pu to be cold."

It's cold......

How could the cold wind on the cliff be something that he could resist?

After a while, his clothes were soaked, and he felt that something in his heart had become cold with the rain.

Slowly, he stopped crying, and he held the window flute tightly with a pair of small hands, for fear that he would be blown down by the wind if he was not careful.

I didn't shout anymore, and he really couldn't make any sound when he was dumb.

In this entire temple of saints, neither his mother-in-law, who would bring him a good snack every time he came, nor Sister Jin, who always played with him, came to save him.

He didn't understand until now that he could only survive on his own.

But he's only five years old, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't do anything......

After he lost consciousness and regained consciousness, how many days had passed, and he couldn't remember clearly.

He just didn't laugh as much as he used to, but he never told anyone about it, or even asked how he was saved.

The innocence that belonged to a five-year-old child disappeared from his body that day.

His good sister's life has not changed in the slightest because of him.

still has a serious illness from time to time, and he will come out of bed for a long time, but this time he is not like a dog, knowing that he will be disgusted or come over, but left the Holy Maiden Peak far away.

The place that used to be easy and happy in his heart has become a demon who always wants to eat him.

The corners of Pu's mouth gradually showed a smile, but the smile could not be seen in half of the joy on his yin owl's face, only a suffocating fear like a thick black fog blowing on his face.

He always wondered when he felt that it was impossible for the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang to protect Southern Xinjiang?

I figured it out today, it should be from that day, that day when I knew that his sister was a monster who couldn't feel a trace of other people's emotions.

"Go, come with me to see Braji."

When Pu said Bragi's name, it sounded so casual that it didn't sound like calling a man but a dog.

As if he was amused by the idea that he had accidentally crossed, the smile on his face was two points longer, while Liu Qingwu on the side shivered for no reason when he saw the smile on his face.

Braggi was limp and fixed to a cross, his hands and waist firmly fastened there, and even his head was secured by an iron hoop around his neck.

There was no room for his feet to focus on, so he had to hang it like that.

A cursory look at Bragi revealed that there was not a good spot on his body, but the wounds had been taken care of, as if he was afraid that he would die.

The deep hallway was shadowed by the torches on the walls, and flickered with the flickering of the candles.

The two men gradually walked from the end of the corridor of the dungeon, and two shadows crumpled together on the ground.

The people who came were Waitu Pu and Liu Qingwu.

Standing in front of Braji's cell, he quietly looked at Braggi through a wooden fence who didn't seem to have any ups and downs in his chest, but the other party didn't speak, and even the sound of breathing was soft.

His mind flashed back to the scene of his encounter with Braggi as a child.

Bragi's status has always been very high, and it seems that he is more liked by his mother than him, but if you think about it carefully, after all, she is the apprentice of the famous Black Medicine Master, so it seems that there is nothing unreasonable about getting such a dignity.

But now, he is standing here, and the noble man is there without knowing whether he is alive or dead, and it is really ......

The world is impermanent!

After Liu Qingwu opened the door of this prison, he waited for Pu Cai to step in, full of pickiness.

It's like condescending to the noble.

Someone standing in front of him didn't wake Bragi until he got a kick in his lap.

He opened his eyes as if he felt pain.

After seeing Waiting for Pu, he cheered up and shouted.

"Why bother the Holy Lord to interrogate him personally?"

A trail of blood ran down the corner of Bragi's mouth, dripping onto the ground and smashing into a bloody flower.

Hearing the mockery in Bragi's tone, he didn't react at all, but just asked:

"What is my sister's plan after bringing that group of Central Plains people here?"

"Hehe, you still call her sister? Do you deserve it too? ”

"Braji, you dare to be disrespectful to the Holy Lord, you really don't want to live?"

Liu Qingwu looked at Braji and gritted his teeth, "Holy Lord, Qing Wu is afraid that this kind of person will dirty your eyes, and I will make him regret his disrespect for you!" ”

"No!"

Waiting Pu shook his head, looking at Braji as if he were looking at a person at all, but at a thing.

"It's just my sister's dog, look at him and he doesn't know what it is, don't kill it!"

After saying this, he turned around and left, as if he didn't care about Harvey's follow-up plans, and as if he was mocking Braggi for taking himself too seriously.

"What about those Central Plains people?"

Liu Qingwu lowered his eyelids and said in a calm voice, "Just let the other party hook up with Harvey like this?" ”

A slap in the face hit Liu Qingwu's face, and Wait Pu's face was still as yin as ever, and he couldn't guess what emotion he had, "That's my sister!" ”

Then he took out a handkerchief embroidered with a delicate red flower, and wiped his fingers one by one, as if he had to wipe the texture of his fingers clean.

"What should I do with those Central Plains people, do you want me to teach you?"

Let's not mention this matter for the time being, since Tang Qiu handed over the Xiaguang Pavilion to Tang Baobao, Tang Baobao was very happy, although he was busy in an instant, but every minute was full and satisfying.

As soon as the fancy patterns of the jewelry she drew were created, Mei Rong continued to admire, and even directly said that it was simply buried in a small shop like Xiaguang Pavilion.

Tang Baobao smiled and didn't say much, she didn't feel that these design drawings were buried.

She didn't know how many designs of this style were in her mind's eye, but she hoped that the glow would make a name for herself with these admirable jewelry, so that her more amazing designs would be more valuable.

The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and this "aroma of wine" must be passed on by someone.