The light of the fire was faint, and I could only see the general appearance of the house.

This is the first time that Ning Wuxin has walked into Mrs. Ning's room, and this first time refers to the fact that the past life and this life are added together.

No way.

Sleep more, wake up less.

And in the short two hours that she woke up, the figure of Mrs. Ning was almost in the hall, and in the same way, in the two hours, she was "arranged" too many things, and she didn't have time to care about this at all.

The layout of Mrs. Ning's main house is not much different from the layout of her east wing, and it is even more simple and simple, except that the room is filled with a medicinal fragrance.

Real herb scent.

Although it is simple and simple, Ning Wuxin can see the unusual origin from the simple calligraphy and paintings, pen and ink, and even a very simple small bottle - if these things are placed outside the town, I am afraid they can be called "valuable".

It's a pity that the town has rules: whether it is the natives of the town or the outsiders who have paid the toll, when the ghost door is opened, at most you can choose a chance to take it away, and the extra chances, each of which needs to pay another money, what is the price of these things outside, it is the same in the town.

It means that if you want to take it away, it is easy and impossible.

Ning Wuxin knew this very well, in the past, she wouldn't look at it much, and it was meaningless to look at it, so why bother?

In such a place as Shura in the Western Desert, the demon monks who can do something are all from the battle, and they have a keen ability to surpass the righteous path monks in the prediction of danger, and Ning Wuxin is the leader among them, and his sense of smell is even more acute to the extreme.

Lu Qingshan's sudden change, as well as his attitude towards himself, are too intriguing.

Ning Wuxin deliberately created a backer, however, after Lu Qingshan came back from Baotong Lane, he gave people a strange feeling - his first reaction was not to try his best to entrap her, but to spy on her, to find out whether she was actively changing or passive, the most obvious was that bowl of soup medicine.

And let me ask, if it weren't for Ning Wuxin's accidental rebirth, who would doubt a child raised in the palm of his hand?

After five or six years of pampering, in just one month, or in just ten days, there is not even a trace of trust? What kind of person, what kind of thing, can teach a half-year-old child what earth-shaking changes can happen?

Not to mention, there is also the existence of Aya.

This bit by bit shows that he has missed something.

Therefore, Ning Wuxin gave up continuing to disguise, because it was useless to pretend any longer.

Ning Wuxin didn't know that before she "remembered", she had already been poured a bowl of [Heartless Tea] that could make people forget their memories.

This is a blind spot that she didn't know about in her past and present lives.

She didn't know that Mrs. Ning and Lu Qingshan didn't distrust her, nor did they believe in the bits and pieces of the past five or six years, they just didn't believe in that "heartless tea".

Ning Wuxin could only rely on her keen sense of smell to guess - her grandmother, who could ignore the formation of the town to a certain extent, the famous residence of the Ning family, was very likely to have left a magic weapon in the courtyard of the Ning family that could be monitored, and their whereabouts these days were roughly mastered.

I have to say that Ning Wuxin's sense of smell is indeed keen.

Heartless tea is only a part, if there is no supervision by Mrs. Ning, it will probably be difficult for them to figure out whether Ning Wuxin knows, or if he is just being targeted, there are too many possibilities.

At the same time, Fu Zhengnian's words sounded in Ning Wuxin's mind, according to Old Man Fu, her life seemed to be a mess, even if he took advantage of the time and place of the town, it was difficult to see the traces she left in the river of time......

She probably guessed that it was because of the ink cicada, but she didn't know, how much could that "grandmother" see her?

In the dark of night, people covered in blood suddenly showed intriguing eyes, and under the flickering firelight, the figures on the wall were strange and terrifying.

Ning Wuxin stayed in Mrs. Ning's room for about two quarters of an hour, and when she came out, Aya had already moved the two corpses to the carriage.

It stands to reason that the dead are much heavier than the living, and in ordinary times, it is very difficult for a young man to carry a girl, or a young man.

However, the girl grinded medicinal herbs in the pharmacy and carried them for several years, and her strength was already about the same as that of young people of the same age.

Of course, perhaps the bigger reason is that based on her newly awakened bloodline, that high fever can be described as a baptism.

Sitting at the door, Aya, who was still panting, heard the movement, and looked at Ning Wuxin, who was expressionless, walking out of the hall with an oil lamp in one hand and a bronze mirror in the other.

The voice is immature, but it is full of strength that cannot be ignored.

Until now, Aya still hasn't figured out what this Ning You, who is one or two years younger than her, has experienced, and she seems to have changed as a different person. And what kind of entanglement does she have with Mrs. Ning's master and apprentice? What are they controlling her for?

All this is like a layer of mist for this rough girl from the Huo family in Jiuqu Lane.

Like a fan.

It's just that when I turned my head and thought of everything that happened tonight, thinking of the present, thinking of the future that I couldn't see clearly and couldn't figure out the way forward, the atrium of the rough girl who had just calmed down was suddenly wrapped in a layer of frost, just like a sharp sword hanging above her heart, which made her breathless!

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva that didn't exist, I suddenly had no strength to think about the whole thing.

Aya got up suddenly, her stiff body almost stumbled, she held back the shiver in her heart, sniffed her nose, sniffing the rich blood all over her body, and at this moment, the moment she stood up, Aya suddenly felt dizzy in front of her eyes, and then a blood red, and the blood all over her body seemed to be boiling all of a sudden—there was a buzz in her mind, and a strange power seemed to wake up from the boiling blood.

Until the lightning flashed in the sky, the rough girl suddenly came back to her senses, pinched her extremely hot palm in disbelief, and her snort suddenly became rough and rapid, combined with what Ning Wuxin said, she finally realized that she had changed suddenly at this moment.

Aya pulled the corners of her stiff mouth in disbelief, trying her best to restrain the waves in her heart like a flood, and then she turned her head slightly and thought she was silent, and glanced at the dark east chamber with her peripheral vision, realizing that the people in it did not find her abnormality, Aya stepped on the discolored, sticky blood that had begun to change color all over the ground before she had time to clean up, and walked into the hall.

One step at a time.

until dry.

At the end of another bloody road-

......