But he didn't expect Feng Fu to follow.

"You want to eat too?"

Feng Fu hesitated, as if he didn't know how to answer, and finally responded, "Hmm." ”

Mo Xi could guess that his reaction was probably caused by his lack of words, and he suddenly let go and was a little uncomfortable.

The milk cat was very dissatisfied with Feng Fu's arrival, but Mo Xi didn't speak, and it had no right to drive people away, so it could only meow to express its dissatisfaction.

Mo Xi rubbed its head and chuckled, "Good, I'll buy you something delicious later." ”

Good-looking people will be the focus of attention wherever they are, and the two of them went to the street with a cat, even though Mo Xi was wearing a mask, but the proportions of his body, standing with Feng Fu, immediately attracted a group of onlookers.

Not only the two of them, but the little milk cat grinding its teeth also sprouted the hearts of many girls.

Feng Fu has avoided this situation since he went out, but seeing that Mo Xi did not move, as if he was accustomed to such a baptism of gaze, he also held his patience.

"Meow!" The little milk cat suddenly fluttered its paws and pointed at a pastry stall.

Mo Xi walked to the stall with it in his arms, asked the stall owner the price, and then bought a bunch of them under the "guidance" of the little milk cat.

The little milk cat grabbed the cloth bag that picked up the pastry and meowed.

Feng Fu heard the girl's obviously softened voice, "Okay, I'll find you a place to sit and eat." ”

"Meow." The milk cat barked smartly, and then really didn't make any more noise, and obediently nestled in the woman's arms.

Mo Xi found a table at a side stall and sat down, and asked for a glass of sugarcane water when the stall owner asked.

She opened the cloth bag, and the fragrance of the pastry overflowed before the lid was lifted, and when it was opened, the milk cat couldn't wait to pounce on it, and surrounded the pastry for the king.

"Can it eat these?"

"It's different from other cats, it can eat anything, it's fine."

In this era, there is no professional cat popularization, as long as you don't meet a serious cat owner, not many people will find it strange.

Feng Fu looked at Mo Xi for a long time and asked, "Haven't you thought about changing your appearance?" ”

Mo Xi stopped interacting with the milk cat, looked up and asked, "What do you want to say?" ”

Feng Fu's gaze skimmed over the silver mask and moved his lips, "It's nothing." ”

His reaction made Mo Xi a little strange, but since he didn't want to say it, Mo Xi didn't ask much.

Back at the inn, Mo Xi took out the pile of materials.

Kerosene lamps are lit, and a swaying black shadow is reflected in the window.

Mo Xi read it carefully, and stopped at a certain page.

Leatherman? Haven't heard of this profession.

Wen Jun carefully marked this pile of information as currently available in the alliance, and it was all about changing his life.

Does this leathermaker have anything to do with the lone book?

Moxi clicked on the corners of the paper and read the introduction of the leather painter repeatedly.

Not much.

It can be summed up in six words.

Change your face and cultivate your destiny.

With a pen......

Mo Xi suddenly thought of Feng Fu's pen.

Does it have anything to do with this?

She frowned slightly, and rolled back.

It is said that the last family with the lineage of leather painters lived in Fushangang Town.

The Changing Lives Orphan is also there.

I don't know who it is, the news of changing his life and being alone in Fushangang Town has spread.

Those who profess to be righteous send people to find them for the safety of their lives.

Such a thing should have been recorded in its entirety, but Mo Xi only saw a few records about it.

Turn the page again and you'll see this description.

The blood flowed like a river, and there was no life left.

The kerosene lamp was still jumping, shaking bewitchingly.

It took a long time for the person sitting at the table to flip back, read the little rest, and close it.

When the lights went out, the figure in the window immediately converged with the surrounding darkness and returned to darkness.

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