The fireball wrapped around the hairpin and burned halfway, cracking a small crack on the surface.

Yan Danren had been looking forward to it for a long time, and his eyes overflowed with deep excitement. He was so close that he didn't even notice the sweat on his forehead.

Chi Apple was faintly weak. Although it doesn't feel stuffy, it is a huge cost to condense the vitality of the incinerated stone.

She pursed her lips and frowned, still maintaining the status quo.

"It's okay, Chi Apple," Yan Danren's eyes reflected a handful of brilliant divine fire, "Five days later, I will enter the palace with His Royal Highness and attend the dinner." ”

*

went back to his bedroom to rest, Chi Apple lay on his back on the small bed, half-opened his eyes, and pondered the recent situation of the past few days.

There is no doubt that the Empress and Yan Danren are very interested in her Fire Elemental God.

In this regard, Chi Apple, as a beginner in scheming, did not find any breakthrough.

A month of study has made Chi Apple a little tired and confused about not being able to choose herself. Even the mythical and legendary Genshin is so humble in front of the royal family.

Just like the days after the failed trial, Chi Apple's nature caused her to struggle in the whirlpool of the past, and she was entangled in her own incompetence as if she were drawing inferences.

What pain, what misanthropy.

She had to stop backtracking, move to the small wooden table, and pick up her pen to think about how to write the letter to her brother Li Ransheng.

The letter that she had just handed over to Yan Danren was the one she had written yesterday to send to Beide Town.

One after another, counting what is written now, there are five letters.

Three letters were sent to Li Ransheng, and two letters were sent to Beide Town.

There was a reply letter sent to Li Ransheng, but there was no one in Beide Town, Chi Apple thought about Huo Qingniang in case there was anything inconvenient, every time she wrote a letter, she reported her safety, and added a sentence of "don't reply", so she didn't respond just nervously, and she always felt that Yan Dan would not lie to her in trivial matters.

As everyone knows, all the letters to Beide Town have been burned to ashes by Yan Danren, and even Li Ransheng, who wrote to him, opened and read them to confirm that there was no problem. Moreover, the letters sent back by Li Ransheng were not sealed, so that they could be easily viewed by His Royal Highness or His Royal Highness's cronies.

And since the letters had to pass through the hands of the stern people, the brother and sister tacitly avoided the escape plan of the late Apple that day, and only wrote about the little things of daily life, or scenery, or learning or training.

Yan Danren would secretly say after reading it: "It's boring." ”

*

The second generation of Fanwai

The beggar's fingernails were lifted in several pieces, and the torn flesh was mixed with dirt, especially the toenails, and was completely unsightly.

Obviously she is a girl's family, unkempt, and her hair is almost able to stand, but fortunately she has clothes to cover her body, and she has not eaten or drunk when she has grown her body, so many people can't see her daughter's true appearance.

The eyes are also resentful and hateful.

"You," the man frowned slightly, "wash it first." ”

Anyway, he pointed to a large bucket of water, in fact, let her soak in it and wash it herself.

The beggars were unwilling.

The man approached and grabbed her wrist to pull her over, but the beggar was annoyed and dug into the man's forearm with his remaining nails, digging into his skin.

The man dressed in gray was slightly stunned, half painful and half in disbelief at the wild dog-like beggar in front of him, unable to connect with the little phoenix he was thinking about no matter what.

At this point, the beggar felt that the man would hold himself accountable, so he raised his foot to the door of his life.

He dodged and said, "I'm Sycamore." ”

The beggar stretched out his other hand and reached for the purse at his waist.

"You really don't remember? Or, aren't you ......" Wutong clenched the little beggar's two hands, and the whole person sank like water, as if rolling up a thousand waves.

The beggar roared hoarsely.

The old house with holes in the wind was blown by the wind, and it probably sounded better than her roar.

The man who claimed to be "Sycamore" had narrowed pupils, and he looked at her, at her fingers with her knuckles open, at her cheeks that had been broken out of nowhere, at her frightened eyes and resentment in her eyes.

He's late.

"Ping." Wutong suddenly hugged the dirty, smelly and disgusting beggar in front of him.

The sudden embrace frightened the little beggar, almost instinctively, and she bit down on the man's clean neck, tearing and tearing.

There was a hint of bitterness on the tip of her tongue, a hint of sweetness, and the faint and scarce blood stained her yellowed teeth.

The tighter he hugged him, the harder she bit it.

The beggar trembled, trying to break free, and trying to bite the man's throat off without doing anything.

"Ping," Wutong endured the pain, "wash it, I'll rub the medicine for you." ”

He sent the little beggar into the bucket, causing a splash that splashed the man's body.

"I know you're a woman," not caring if there would be a scar on her neck, Sycamore clenched her little hand that was about to help the barrel jump up, "No need to loosen your clothes." ”

She was fifteen years old, but she was scrawny, like a teenager. The body is bruised and purple. Sycamore helped her scrub her arms so tightly that she didn't squeak in her throat.

"It's time to wash your body...... "Wutong was about to say, and then you washed it yourself, and you were slapped in the face.

It's not light, it's not serious, but it's the first time he's been slapped since he was born.

The sycamore who was slapped by this slap was a little in a trance, and he began to question, how could anyone have been disrespectful to the gods? When did he Wood God suffer such a grievance!

But after thinking about it, in the past thousand years, isn't she the only one who has really loved the lonely god Wutong?

After a moment of anger and wanting to pinch her to death, and a moment of suppressing anger, Wutong had to temporarily leave this place to clear his mind and recuperate.

"I'm going to buy food."

He left the inn room without looking back, and before leaving, he didn't forget to ask Xiao Er to buy a door lock and lock it.

The poor little beggar crawled out of the bathtub wet, cursed a few words in her mouth, pushed the door and couldn't push it, opened the window and was on the third floor, weighed her three-legged cat kung fu, gave up hatefully, and got back into the bathtub to pretend to be obedient.

After a while, the man came back, bringing a box of food and a woman's clothes, and when he saw that the little beggar was still soaking in the bucket, he handed over the clothes and said, "Dress." ”

With that, he went outside the door and waited.

The beggar crawled out in embarrassment, looked at the clean clothes and cloth on the side, and finally put on his beggar's clothes, and ate like crazy.

The water in the tub was black.

When Wutong pushed the door into the room, he saw the little beggar who was choking and swallowing, and his tears were squeezed out.

He walked over, crouched down, and stared at her earnestly.

The little phoenix of the past will also squat down, look up to his god and say, "Wutong, I love you." ”

God did not respond to the little phoenix.

"Ping ......" At this moment, he wanted to confess his hot sincerity like a phoenix, but saw the beggar who had eaten his fill hurriedly rushed to the unlocked door.

She's going to run!

When he turned to chase after him, Sycamore seemed to see in the beggar's dwarf back a man who would never return.

Even if his left chest was so warm now.