Chapter 124: I smiled at my master
Xusheng said that he had accepted the fact that his junior sister had died, but his expression and actions told Momori that he hadn't.
"Master Xusheng, you mourn. Momoori comforted.
"Okay, let's not talk about these unhappy people, let's talk about you, the real purpose of your coming to Xiwu Country. As soon as Xusheng's voice changed, his originally sad eyes instantly turned as sharp as an eagle.
"Master Xusheng, Momoori really had no intention of breaking into the Xiwu Kingdom. β
"Although you didn't have any plans to be in Xiwu Country, I know that you have it since you came to Xiwu Country, right?" Xu Sheng's words were like a sharp short knife, stabbing Momoori's mind with a bloody stab.
Momoori was speechless for a moment, and Xusheng saw that she was silent, and said: "That's it, you don't want to say it, I don't force it, I don't think you are an evil person, I don't know what you plan to do next?"
Momoori said: "I plan to go to the post station first to report to my friends in Nanjing Kingdom." β
Xusheng said lightly: "Well, then you can go." β
Then Momoori retreated first. β
Peach weave out of the study of Xusheng, before leaving to say goodbye to Youruolin and them, Qizhen cried like a newborn baby, she was really reluctant to peach weaving, she hoped that peach weaving could always be in Yunchuan.
Yu Ruolin still looked like he was dragging and dragging him, "Hey, go quickly, don't delay our practice." β
But after Momoori really left, his eyes turned red unconsciously.
"If you look at your brother, he likes to say things that go against his will. Qizhen pouted and said dissatisfiedly.
You Ruolin quibbled: "What, I just have sand in my eyes." β
"Dead duck, beakβhard!"
Yu Ruolin was carrying a rare pigtail, "Stinky girl, who is calling a dead duck!"
Peach weaving came to the post station, and sent the written letter only to find that he was penniless, so he was embarrassed to take back the letter, and the boss of the post station was also covered by Peach Weaving's face, such a flower-like girl, how to look at it is also a young lady from a large family, how to even a letter
I can't afford to pay for it.
"Little Ancestor, what should we do if we don't have any money. Spotted asked.
"Earn. β
"Earn? β
Momoori's eyes flashed, "We can perform acrobatics on the street, and then rely on the audience's reward, and the money for sending a letter can still be earned." β
Spotted immediately vetoed: "That's not necessarily, besides, what are you going to perform?"
"Me?" Momoori pointed at herself in a daze.
Spotted glanced at her, "It's not you, it's me?"
I saw Momoori looking at the spotted with certainty.
Spotted almost wanted to go crazy, "Ah, hey, please, little ancestor, aren't you, you really want me to act." β
Momoori nodded very seriously, "Wait, you just need to follow my instructions, rest assured, you won't do it in vain, and when I earn the money, I will buy you a small jerky to treat you." β
"Hmph, buy me a little jerky? I laughed at my grandfather, is this meow the kind of cat who can be bribed by a little jerky? What a big ancient joke. β
Momoori carried out this talent show she planned at the most densely populated street, and the flower spot, who had resisted from the beginning, was pretending to be obedient to the audience at the moment, selling cuteness, and doing her best to cooperate with Momoori's instructions to it, and its expression was not mixed with a trace of reluctance, unhappiness.
On the contrary, when some beautiful young ladies stroked its head, it even enjoyed it very much.
Oh, pseudo-cat! Momoori complained to herself.