It is said that after Song Xiaoxing and the others were rescued by Murong Chengfeng, they stayed in an inn, and the shopkeeper brought out five bowls of noodles in a row, and the three bowls were not much left into Song Xiaoxing's stomach.

"Hyosung, have you eaten enough......? Do you want it?" Murong Jing and Murong Chengfeng were shocked in disbelief.

Hyosung hiccuped and replied with a smile, "I'm so full, Xiaojing, are you full?" she said, licking her tongue around her thin lips, a satisfied smile on her flushed face.

Murong Jing smiled cutely: "I'm also full." ”

Murong Chengfeng, who had not spoken, suddenly got up and stacked a few copper coins on the right hand side of the shopkeeper who was preparing to close Xiao Er with a snap of his fingers.

"Wow~ this...... This kung fu is so powerful!How do you get it, teach me!" Song Xiaoxing stood up with Murong Chengfeng, stared at him and followed him, from the stairs to the upper floor, and then was locked out of the door of the room.

"Dizzy, why are you doing this!......" Hyosung pouted, turning around a little disappointed.

Murong Jingzheng snickered, and she said, "Hyosung, my brother is like that, don't be surprised." ”

Hyosung lowered his voice and muttered, "I'm not surprised, heroes may be like this!"

"Hyosung, let's go back to the house and rest, I'm so tired. Although Murong Jing is only fifteen years old, he seems to be sensible.

"Well, I'm tired too. Song Xiaoxing remembered the soreness of being tied by a rope all over his body, and then patted his shoulder and went back to the room with Murong Jing, and lay down on the bed: "It's so comfortable!" Although it is not as soft and comfortable as the bed in the palace, it is much better than the pile of straw in the broken grass house, Xiaoxing remembered that the bandit bastard almost scared himself to death just now, in case that time passed, this life would not be gone, thinking of this, I couldn't help but gasp, and that Tianyue didn't know what happened? The little guy risked his life to save him, and she should have forgiven him anyway.

"Jing'er, are you asleep......" Hyosung called out softly to Murong Jing, who was lying beside her, it seemed that she was already asleep, and she slept soundly.

In the quiet night, the voice of the cricket sang the sad song of the summer night in rhythm, and the moonlight poured in from the window pane.

Singapore's lonely mother, the aunt who does embroidery next door, the uncle of the small shop who often gives her lollipops, the classmates who eat and play together, and the sister in the café who looks at her all day long, it seems that this qiē is thousands of miles away from her, she can't touch it, and she has no relationship with Song Xiaoxing anymore.

Is there no going back? Are you going to wander here for the rest of your life? Isn't it......