'Is it cloth?' ’

Jiang Qiao's fingertips touched a ball of softness, and with a tug of her hand, she saw a corner of golden-purple brocade pulling out of the shadows, and before she could see it clearly, a loud sound suddenly reached her ears.

At that moment, the group of blue and blue light dots hovering outside the door slammed into the door, crumpled into a large cloud of black smoke mixed with gold threads and poured into the door, instantly fascinating Jiang Qiao's eyes.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and before Jiang Qiao could react, he was already trapped in black smoke, unable to see. Jiang Qiao hurriedly squatted down, instinctively wrapped his legs, and shrunk his body into a ball. The black smoke was mixed with a cold gust of wind, wrapped in countless sharp swords that rushed towards her.

Jiang Qiao only felt that the skin on his face and body was split in an instant, and the brocade he was holding in his hand didn't know where to go, so he could only hold his head.

"Little Joe?!"

The wind was gone, and the pain of being scratched by a sharp weapon was gone, Jiang Qiao opened her eyes, where was there any black smoke in the house, Mao Daxin and Meng Luan stood in front of her with a look of surprise.

"What's wrong with you, we've been looking for you for a long time, why are you here?" Mao Daxin's voice was full of concern, and he helped Jiang Qiao slowly out of the chair.

"My face, has my face been scratched, am I disfigured?" Jiang Qiao touched his face in a panic.

"What, no, you don't have anything to do, you say, who scratches your face!" Mao Daxin reassured.

"Gandha? It's Gandha! Jiang Qiao muttered to herself, she looked around blankly, but saw the blue light spot behind the lady's screen, and let out a shocked exclamation.

"Calm down, those are tanuki, they're tanuki." Mao Daxin pressed Jiang Qiao's arm and explained.

"Tanuki?" Jiang Qiao finally stopped screaming.

"What a tanuki, that's a fox, why did you come to my study and open the bookcase? What if something is missing? Meng Luan said in an unkind tone.

She pulled Jiang Qiao, stood on the chair, pretended to carefully inspect the things in the bookcase, and took advantage of Mao Daxin and Jiang Qiao's lack of attention, reached out and touched the top cabinet, but after her fingers reached into the mezzanine, her face changed slightly, and her feet even slipped a little. Finally stabilized his body, jumped out of the chair, and shouted:

"You didn't touch anything in my cupboard. I don't think there's something missing! ”

"Fox?" Jiang Qiao suddenly realized, it turned out that Meng was following them all the way with these cunning and naughty foxes?

Foxes are also felines, it turns out that those blue points of light are the light reflected by the fox's eyes in the moonlight, no wonder those scratching ghost claws are small and sharp, and they can't see clearly in the dim environment, which is really scary.

It's just that... Why are these extremely ordinary-looking little animals called Qianda Po by Mrs. Meng? Is that golden creature too?

After doing it for a long time, the Qianda Po who scared her all the way was just this kind of small animal, Jiang Qiao's nameless anger rose in her heart, and the fox said that the fox, what is the name of Qiandapo, how scary.

Mao Daxin saw that Jiang Qiao was fine, and heard Meng Luan shouting anxiously on the side, so he hurriedly went over to take a look, and when he saw a cabinet of old objects, he knew that it was worth a lot, and hurriedly coaxed: "I'm sorry, Miss Meng, you lost something, I will pay for it." ”

Meng Luan saw that Mao Daxin's face was red and his face was red, and his attitude of apology was good, so he suddenly lost most of his anger, and said coquettishly: "Okay, forget it, it doesn't seem to have lost anything valuable, for the sake of Daxin's face, I won't care about it." ”

"Don't care, what did you lose, you said, I'm still here, I'll search you, what's more, this cabinet was opened by your old lady Meng, and she said she had something to take." didn't wait for Mao Daxin to speak, Jiang Qiao was unhappy first, and said that she was like a thief with unclean hands and feet, where could she swallow this breath.

Meng Luan glanced at Jiang Qiao arrogantly, and snorted coldly at the corner of his mouth: "You still have a reason to trespass into our study, and you don't know how to find a decent reason, where did you meet my old lady?" ”

"On the way here, she passed out on the side of the road, and then she didn't know how to wake up, so she brought me here and said that there was something for me to take for her. Hmph, I haven't said anything about you yet, the old lady is so old, and you don't take good care of her, so let her toss in the yard like this, and she is not filial to her descendants. Jiang Qiao retorted without showing weakness, maybe it was Meng Luan's arrogance, maybe it was because he had been trapped here for too long, and he only felt angry.

When Meng Luan heard this, her mouth was crooked: "Daxin, look at her, talking nonsense, my old lady is staying in her room, didn't you see it just now, my wife has always taken good care of her... She's spewing blood. ”

"The old lady is in bed? Didn't you say she was lost? Jiang Qiao was a little angry, obviously she got this field to help her find her old lady, but now she sprayed people with blood, and couldn't help shouting angrily: "If you don't believe it, ask the old lady, she... Hey, she's still here? Is it in the screen? ”

Jiang Qiao found that there was no one next to the desk, she looked around suspiciously, and even rushed behind the screen to check, but unfortunately, except for the three of them, there was no trace of the existence of the fourth person in the room.

Mrs. Meng is gone?!

Meng Luan walked to Mao Daxin's side, clasped his hands around his chest, and snorted coldly: "Don't pretend, where is there anyone here, when we came in, we saw you standing on a chair and rummaging through my bookcase, and when you heard our voice, you suddenly squatted down and hugged your head." ”

"I... It's useless for me to say anything, and now there's a little golden animal there to hurt your old lady when she faints, thanks to me, but I know you won't believe it. Jiang Qiao was so angry that she couldn't make any more noise, and if she continued to talk about the whole thing, it would only get darker and darker, she glared at Mao Daxin, and walked out angrily.

The blue spots of light outside the door had long since dissipated, leaving only the different shades of ink bamboo gently swaying its branches and leaves in the moonlight.

"Mm-hmm, I'll come back to you in two days."

Jiang Qiao looked up at the moonlight, and heard Mao Daxin comforting Meng Luan softly behind him, and his heart was restless for a while, and he just hoped to leave this uneasy place as soon as possible.

"Little Joe, slow down." Mao Daxin said goodbye to Meng Luan, turned around and saw that Jiang Qiao had walked away alone, so he had to speed up his pace to catch up, and coaxed him in a good voice: "Xiao Qiao, don't be angry, I believe you didn't take anything, Luan Luan is just straightforward, and he doesn't mean anything else." ”

"Heh, Luan Luan? Hey, how many times have you met this time, and it's called so intimate? Jiang Qiao sneered at him angrily.

Hmph, this Mao Daxin, who is heavy on color and light on friends, didn't speak to her at all just now, heh, men just can't be trusted.

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