Chapter 14： Chennian Lingzhu (1/2)

Although it is only a temporary palace, you can also see that You Wuming is usually very careless about life.

The waiter prepared a fine texture of thin silk bedding for him. He obviously did not use it once. They still maintained the shape when they were stacked on the couch. Only a small piece was recessed near the head of the bed. Make up the appearance of You Wuming sitting there casually and practicing.

He would bring some performances and soldiers' books to the bed. After reading it, he threw it around randomly, and there were both at the head and the end of the bed.

The text in this world is similar to a small compilation. She can understand 70% to 80%. The written grammar looks very eye-catching. She doesn't need punctuation marks. After reading a few days, she didn't find any useful information.

She didn't know what she was looking for—when she was in desperation, if she didn't want to sit still, she could only force herself to move and do whatever she wanted, maybe she could find a first-line turnaround.

A large black wooden cabinet stood beside the wall. Sang grasped the sapphire groove carefully, and opened the cabinet door slowly and slowly.

It's all his clothes.

Black, white, and gray, the style is simple, and the unobtrusive clawless dragon. The clothes are neatly folded, so that they can be seen at a glance, not like hiding things.

She bowed her head dizzyingly.

There is no taste.

There is a couch next to the wooden window, on which is a white jade low table with black pen holder and some paper, ink and ink.

Sang went through it from afar and still found nothing.

She came to the only conclusion-there was no woman in the lifeless world.

His eyes fell back on the bed, and suddenly he settled.

She took a few steps and carefully lifted the blue jade pillow.

I saw a small dark-colored wooden box hidden under the pillow, which looked quite old.

Her heart was pounding straight, and she listened for a while, and heard the gurgling sound of the lifeless pressing of the wicker chair next door. Then she felt the buckle at ease and gently opened the small wooden box. .

In the exquisite silk cloth, there is a bright and transparent bead.

Remember Lingzhu.

Injecting Lingyun, you can record a small image and sound, save it in the beads, and inject Lingyun again, you can read it repeatedly.

Only the Lingming Realm can let out the spiritual connotation. She couldn't see it.

Sang closed the wooden box far from depression and pressed it back under the jade pillow.

This must be a very, very important thing, otherwise it will not be placed under the pillow by him-a person like You Wuming, besides the knife, it is already a rare thing to carry other things with him on the road .

The wooden box is outdated, and the body of the box is polished everywhere. Obviously, it is often taken by Youyou in his hands.

And that piece of silk cloth... knew at a glance that it belonged to a woman. It is a bright and bright woman with a fiery red fragrance.

The spirit beads must be related to her.

It's a person you care about very much.

Do people like him also care?

She wanted to be fascinated, but she didn't find out when, the ghostly man had quietly stood in front of her.

”What are you thinking?” He regained his carelessness again.

Sang was so calm that he looked up at him.

Just before she had washed off the makeup on her face, the powder was not applied at the moment, and the afterglow of the sunset put on a touch of gold makeup for her. With a smile, she squinted with a lifeless smile.

”I'm thinking, when you have won the battle and followed me back to see the father, what a scene of flying chickens and dogs.”

This is a unilateral outline of the future when she was in the bath barrel while he was stunned.

At this moment, she is dancing on the tip of the knife.

She must make him interested in her so that she can keep her life. But she can't let him be too interested in her, especially can't arouse men's interest in women.

Youming was really interested. He took a corner of his lips and sat down beside her, patting his knee, saying: ”It must be very interesting. The old fellow Sang Chengyin will definitely cut me with a knife.”

”And brother.” Sang asked with a smile on his side, ”Can you beat them both?”

Inexplicably, there is such a little illusion that the years are quiet.

You Wuming thought about it for a while, and quickly knocked on her knees, saying: ”It's hard to say. I won't fight, I will only kill people.”

Listening to the meaning in this remark, I don't want to be true to Sang's father and son.

Sang was comforted far and away inexplicably.

He tilted his head to look at her, his eyes gleaming in darkness, and asked her, ”What do you like about me?”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...” This is really a bit difficult to edit.

”It's this face?” He plucked his own face without mercy.

He shook his head immediately: ”No, you haven't seen me before.”

”Because I am so murderous?” He seemed to ask her, and he was talking to himself.

He stared at her majesticly and complained loudly: ”Are you ill, little mulberry!”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...”

”Okay,” he came to the conclusion, and he seemed to be in a better mood. ”Since you like to watch me kill, I will show you more in the future.”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”?????” I am not, I did not talk nonsense.

He pointed to the side of the bed: ”Do you want to sleep?”

Sang shook his head quickly: ”I've washed my muscles, and I can use sleep to replace sleep.”