Nangong Thirteen found Wen Baiyu under a bridge, the young guitar was put aside, a bread in one hand, a bottle of milk in the other, sitting on the ground casually, just opening his mouth, and before he could bite down, a startled sound suddenly sounded from the bridge above.

"Put down the bread in your hands!" As soon as these words fell, the people on the bridge jumped down with their hands in their hands.

Wen Baiyu was shocked by the sudden sound, his frightened hands shook, he didn't care about the bread and milk, and quickly put on the mask he pulled down, put on the hat and mask, and when he looked up, he saw the person who suddenly appeared.

The man wrapped in the black cloak was holding the milk and bread in his hand that he had not had time to put into his mouth just now, gobbling it up, and it was estimated that he had been hungry for I don't know how long.

Wen Baiyu: "......"

So...... Did this person suddenly appear just to grab food with him?

Wen Baiyu retracted his gaze, squatted down to tidy up the guitar case next to him, carried the guitar well, and walked away.

Nangong Thirteen finished eating a few bites, stretched out his long arms, and with his height advantage, he grabbed Wen Baiyu's back collar and dragged the person back.

"Don't panic, boy! You have solved my urgent need, and I will naturally repay ......"

When the young man heard this, he turned his head, and his lifeless eyes stared straight at Nangong Thirteen, and stretched out his hand: "Money." ”

Nangong Thirteen: "......" He has no money......

"Ahem, ahem!" Nangong Thirteen coughed awkwardly and let go of Wen Baiyu's collar, "What's that..... I don't have the money ...... right now."

If he had money, he wouldn't be hungry every meal now......

Fortunately, he has been dead for I don't know how many years, and if he was still alive, he would have starved to death.

Wen Baiyu heard this, his face was expressionless, and a very low monosyllabic sounded in his throat.

"Huh."

Nangong Thirteen's facial expression froze, what did he just hear?

The boy was just mocking him???

When did he Nangong Thirteen fall to the point of being ridiculed by a dying person?!

Isn't it just money?! If he hadn't offended the Hades, would he have ended up like this?!

cough cough cough ....... Why bother in the first place when you know today?

When the boy turned around to leave, Nangong Thirteen suddenly spoke: "I can teach you to play the guitar!" ”

As soon as he heard this, Wen Baiyu's footsteps stopped instantly, turned around neatly, put down the guitar case on his back, squatted down and opened it.

There has been no fluctuation in the eyes, and there is a little expectation.

Nangong Thirteen saw Wen Baiyu squatting on the ground, his eyes full of anticipation, and whispered to himself: "This is the performance that a living person should have." ”

A few minutes later, the young man was eager to put Nangong Thirteen to death.

And teach him to play the guitar?! Hehe! It's even harder to hear than he plays!

Swindler! Big liar!

Nangong Thirteen hurriedly dragged the pace of the young man who was leaving, and tried hard to defend himself: "You have to believe me!" I can really teach you how to play the guitar! Just haven't found the feeling yet! ”

Wen Baiyu shook his feet, trying to shake off the two hands on his legs, but it was useless.

The young man's bloodless face was a little red when he was angry with Nangong Thirteen.

Wen Baiyu's palm flipped over, and the blade hidden in his sleeve fell out, sandwiched between his fingers, and the sharp side of the blade was aimed at Nangong Thirteen, and a sentence was written all over his body: If you don't let go, he will do it.

Nangong Thirteen immediately let go and stood up, instantly taller than Wen Baiyu, pursed his lips, and persuaded bitterly: "Young man, why are you so irritable when you are still young." ”

Wen Baiyu still didn't speak, put away the blade, turned around and left mercilessly, full of the breath of the living.

Nangong Thirteen shouted: "Meet next time!" I'll teach you! ”

Wen Baiyu's footsteps did not stop.

Nangong Thirteen shouted again: "Remember!" My name is Nangong Thirteen! ”

Wen Baiyu pursed her lips, and the pace under her feet was faster.

A gust of wind suddenly blew, blowing Nangong Thirteen's hat whirring, the long fiery red hair hidden under the hat was lifted out, flying and entangled in the air, the pale thin lips under the brim of the hat rose, it was very gloomy Nangong Thirteen, who had just eaten something and was hungry for a few days, was in a good mood.