Xiao Quanzi looked at him leaning over to look for it, the warm sun was above his head, but he suddenly felt a little sad.

What kind of clothes are so important that a person as old as 9,000 years old who loves cleanliness can stand in such a place?

However, 9,000 years old is good no matter what, even if you stand in this pile of garbage, you still look like a god!

Until sunset, in the remote place where garbage is piled up in the corner of the capital, there is always a purple figure.

But even in the end, the man didn't find any clothes.

Xiao Quanzi couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Master, why don't you go back and ask first, maybe the person who handles the garbage sees that the clothes are good, so he keeps them and doesn't throw them away?" ”

The man's movements are sluggish.

…………

Xia Fanyin was writing lyrics in the Qingquan Pavilion, intending to bring them to Jade Fluttershy, but the door was suddenly knocked open.

With a "bang", the pen in her hand fell heavily on the rice paper, spilling a thick ink color and rendering it.

She subconsciously looked up, and saw a purple figure standing at the door, staring at her with an unkind face.

The heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

The man walked up to her with a heavy sense of oppression, his eyes were heavy, "Xia Fanyin, where are my things?" ”

Xia Fanyin suppressed the horror in his heart, frowned and asked inexplicably, "Why are you looking for me when your things are missing?" ”

What did she take of him?

A strange smell suddenly came from his nose, Xia Fanyin inhaled, his head couldn't help but lean forward, and the smell emitted by the man became more and more obvious - I can't tell if it's sour or foul, in short, it's very unpleasant!

She couldn't help but cover her nose and retreat, her eyes were undisguised disgust, "Which pit did you climb into?" ”

Quan Tianjiu's eyes were even colder, "You still have the face to ask?" ”

If she hadn't been talking nonsense, would he have become like this? The person who cleaned up the garbage said that there were no clothes that were thrown away at all!

The aura on the man's body became more and more gloomy, and Xia Fanyin had an inexplicable premonition that this matter might be related to her.

But she obviously didn't go out all day - people sat in the room, and the pot came from the sky?

"Why don't I have the face to ask?"

She said coldly, "Why, you were so worried about me when you walked on the road that you fell into the pit and ran back to blame me?" ”

Quan Tianjiu's eyebrows jumped suddenly, "What did you say?" ”

She raised her chin confidently, "Otherwise, why do you blame me for losing something, and blame me for the stench on your body?" Am I the backstabber? ”

Back to the pot...... Man?

Quan Tianjiu selectively ignored the inexplicable things in her words, sneered, and suddenly turned around and walked towards the closet.

Xia Fanyin's face changed, "Quan is tilted nine!" She looked in his direction and knew that something was wrong, so she hurriedly chased after him, scolding with a stiff face, "What are you doing walking around my room?" ”

The man stared back at her coldly, "Your Royal Highness Princess, don't be weak-hearted. Also, you are sleeping with the deity now, and Qingquan Pavilion is no longer your room. ”

“……”

Xia Fanyin was really a little weak-hearted, and even forgot to refute him.

Quan Tianjiu rummaged through the wardrobe, and finally found a burden in the neatly stacked clothes.

The dark gray burden was opened, and it was the blood-stained white robe.

At this moment, the splash of blood has gradually faded, not as bright and flamboyant as last night, but even if it is dimmed, it is still dazzling.

Quan tilted his nine eyes dark, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

The next second, he picked up the robe and turned to stare at her sneeringly, "What is this?" ”