The Villain Has Blackened Again

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Nanxun took a flattering and could even convince herself that she could see the sincerity of her tone.

Meng Ziyi's expression is calm, and I don't know if I believe in this high-end flattery, or it is not a matter of course.

He put the silk stalks used in the scabbard on the side and put them back into the baggage for later use.

When Nanxun saw his movement, he couldn't help but scream, "The master really didn't believe me."

Xiao Ba: I believe that you are a fool.

Meng Ziyi picked up some dry wood, made fire, set up a shelf, put the robes and trousers that had been washed on the baking, and then sat on the side to eat dry food. The movements were organized and elegant.

Today, he didn't fish, because when he was drying his clothes, he never ate the game and the taste was smoked on the clothes. Nancy has already made clear his little habits and small things, and in the end it is a little jealousy. Just like he can wear worn clothes, but he must be clean, can be seen from his former whitewashed robes, and his favorite knives, killing each time.

After some evil spirits, he must wipe the knife several times. Even with the dry food he carries, he will use several layers of clean cloth to cover it.

After simply eating some dry food, Meng Ziyi leaned against the tree, his dim eyes staring at the bonfire in front of him, and some were distracted.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Nan Yan whispered.

He paused and said: "Nothing, just thinking about something."

Nan Xiao muttered: "No wonder I just don't take care of me."

She can't help but wonder. It was still good before taking a bath. How did it change after taking a shower? Did some of the words she said before taking a shower reacted?

"Is the master thinking about it?"

"No."

Nan Min Xin Dao: I haven't figured out to her before I figured it out. I can't do it. I can't let him figure it out!

Meng Ziyi closed his eyes and prepared to rest. He suddenly heard Xiao Xiaoling ask him: "Master, the wind is so big tonight, can I hide in the arms of the master?"

Meng Ziyi's eyelids suddenly jumped and slowly blinked.

It’s obvious that he can’t see his eyes without blinking, but Nan Yan sometimes has the illusion that his eyes are not blind. Just like now, he opens his eyes and looks in her direction. If it’s not the eyes, there is no focal length. She would think that his eyes could see her.

Meng Ziyi didn't say anything more. He picked up the scorpion knives and placed them on his lap. Then he put his robes on it, as if he had covered a scabbard outside the knives.

The robes were brought with the moisture of the night and also had his taste.

It was all too sudden, and Nan Yan smelled the smell of his own on the robes, and suddenly he was a little shy.

She actually lay on Meng Ziyi's lap, not a layer of trousers, but the skin must be attached.

When Nanxun was rippling, Meng Ziyi suddenly asked her: "It has been a month, has not recovered yet?"

When Nanxun heard this, he squatted for a while, and when he reacted, he replied very simply: "Master, it’s almost two days. This month has troubled the master."

She counted, brushed with the shape of the scabbard brush, and it is true that it should be restored.

After Meng Ziyi got the answer, he fainted, and closed his eyes again.

After hearing this, Xiao Ba remembered a certain gamble, and regretted it in his heart. "Is it good to turn the big boss into bed in a month? Hey, Yeah was cheated, I knew I bet you." ""

Nanxun did not panic and said: "Is this not worse than two days?" And she said that turning to bed has never meant that the sauce is brewed.

Resting for one night, Meng Ziyi continued to hurry when the next day was not bright. After passing through several small villages, one person and one knife came to Jinxiangcheng, the largest town encountered in this month.

I heard that there are many kinds of chrysanthemums in Jinxiangcheng. Every family here has chrysanthemums, especially Jinju. In the autumn, the city is golden, the chrysanthemum is fragrant, the landscape is very beautiful, it is called As a golden city.

It is the late summer and early autumn. It is the season of chrysanthemums blooming. There are already many foreigners who come here. The people in the city come and go, very lively. Meng Ziyi’s dress is a bit eye-catching. After all, it’s a knife and a sword. It’s still handsome. It’s a personal look. But because of the excitement in the city, there’s no shortage of talents from all over the world. Ayutthaya, there are many businessmen and rivers and lakes, and the eyes of everyone.

The relatively small place is wide, so at most, I like the praise of a handsome man, and I will not stare at it for too long.

“Master Master, this Jinxiang City is so lively! I have never seen so many people!”

Because of the excitement, Nanxun’s tone was higher than before, but the surrounding voice was noisy, but no one noticed that it was a scabbard.

Meng Ziyi tapped on her head. "The voice is lower."

"Master, I saw a tea house in front of a storytelling. Why is it that the master went in for a cup of tea?"

Meng Ziyi’s voice was slightly raised. “Want to go in and listen to the story?”

Nanxun did not have the slightest impeachment. "I really want to hear the story, but the most important thing is the master. You are going to demon and demon, how hard it is, now you should find a place to sit and drink tea." Melon seeds."

"Oh..." Meng Ziyi laughed, and he went to the tea house in front.

No need to paint the spirit, he has already smelled the floating tea.

"Master, there are thresholds in front, be careful when you enter the door."

Like this kind of small reminder, Nanxun said much, and Meng Ziyi gradually got used to it, although he often doesn't need it.

The tea shop Xiao Eryi saw his dress and extraordinary temperament, and waited for him to come in, he had already greeted him with a smile. Since Xiao Xiaoling said that he needed to raise him, Meng Ziyi began to collect money when he helped people to catch the demon. Most of them were mainly silver and silver tickets, so his current dress is not as cold as the original. In addition to the black robes that had been worn by Zeng’s family, he also bought a blue robes.

It is still a very recommended one in the small painting spirit.

The blue tunic robes made him a little indifferent to the indifference, adding a bit of warmth and elegance.

The store's second child enthusiastically took the person to the side of the table, smiled and said: "The son is lucky, this is the last empty table in the store. If you come one step later, we can have no place for you."

Meng Ziyi’s ear moved and asked: “Why don’t you say a book?”

"Haha, this is unfortunate. Today's part has just finished. But recently, the tea house business is good, and the son is sitting down for a while. The old Wu who said the book will come out soon, not to mention the book, but will talk about some of our Jinxiangcheng. Interesting things."

Meng Ziyi nodded and did not ask again. However, the demon likes to listen, and he only asks.

Xiao Er had tea and a small dish of melon seeds, and couldn't help but swear: "I have a lot of young talents in Jinxiangcheng, but there are not many handsome and handsome like a son. If the son goes to participate in this year's chrysanthemum election. It may not be able to get the top spot."

Meng Ziyi did not answer.

Seeing him with a look of no interest, Xiao Er shook his head. Although it was a pity, he did not talk any more. After the tea was finished, he left.

"Hey! Nyima Chrysanthemum, hahaha... laugh at the dead!"

Nancy also laughed and couldn't do it. "Chrysanthemum son, who is this special one? Don't you smell it, chrysanthemum is full of wounds, chrysanthemum... hahaha..."

Although Nanxun endured a smile, but Meng Ziyi felt it, he touched the scabbard head, and said: "Hey, what are you laughing at?"

"Cough, I think the name of the chrysanthemum son is very interesting. Master, this chrysanthemum grandson election, it is very lively, we can go and see?"

Meng Ziyi took the cup and drank tea, and there was no answer. "Master, let's go." Nanzhao spoiled, "The master has caught so many monsters, and it is not bad for the money spent on the inn in these days. How long will we stay?"