Chapter 65： Crazy doll (2/2)

He closed his eyes lazily and raised his lips, disdainful: ”Han Shaoling.”

For a while, Mei Feng suddenly fell.

Immediately, the brows became tighter and wrinkled.

Sang held his breath from afar, carefully approached two steps, tilted his head, and looked at his expression—I don’t know about Han Shaolin, what did he see?

I saw that the pair of delicate thin lips gradually squeezed up, forming a firm line.

After a moment, the corner of the lip on the right was raised slowly, and a cold and evil smile was drawn.

He opened his eyes, his eyes cruel and cold, his voice soft and mocking: ”When am I dead.”

Sang hurried to his side, put his hand on his forearm, and asked softly, ”Did you see something?”

You Wuming was taken aback, and shattered the broken mirror.

”Little Mulberry! When did you run next to me!”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...” The evil king just now must be his illusion.

Seeing the mirror of foresight with mysterious power, pitifully turned over seventeen or eight heels on the bluestone hall brick, and then stopped on the thick threshold.

”What did you see?” she asked, sitting beside him.

You Wuming doesn't want to say.

”Nothing.” He muttered, very uncomfortable.

”It's all fake,” she pursed her red lips, and gently shook his arm. ”Don't Quyaer still see you die the day before yesterday? Fake!”

”Well, it's fake.” You Wuming pulled his lips and sneered. ”Just because of Han Shaoling, he still wants to take my place? Joke!”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”Um, slippery world!”

I thought to myself, that's right. It was indeed the first time Han Shaoling scored in Youyou after the death of Youyou in the original book.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the broken mirror lying on the floor tiles.

She seemed to see a huge mirror fell to the ground and shattered. This was just one of them.

What should it look like, or what kind of power should it have?

”Yu Wuming,” she shook his arm again, and said softly, ”You look again, see my father, mother, and brother, and Yun Xuzhou!”

”Little Mulberry...” He looked at her helplessly.

”Look.”

”Good!”

He kicked his boots and walked around lazily to retrieve the broken mirror.

”You, stay away.”

She responded, moved a wooden stool, and sat a short distance away.

”No father-in-law. No parents. Sang is not close, neither.” Soon, Youmei spit out a bunch of results.

”Huh? There is Yun Xuzhou.” He raised his eyebrows. ”Yun Xuzhou recruited his son-in-law. Hey.”

Sang took a deep breath, and the thoughts in his heart became more determined.

In the book, Youmu, Short-lived, Sang Yuanyuan, and her parents and elders are all dead at this point in time, so they cannot see the ‘future’ of these people.

Yun Xuzhou holds the authority of Yunzhou, indeed it is very likely to recruit a son-in-law and continue to control the state.

In other words, what can be ”sensed” or ”recorded” in this broken mirror is the ”future” that has not been changed by her.

Think of it as the ‘original’. It's not terrible.

Sang thought so far, his heart suddenly opened up, and the heavy cloud that fell on his chest was missing.

”Yu Wuming...” She smiled and called him.

He raised his eyebrows, threw the broken mirror to the end of the bed, and opened his arms to her: ”Huh?”

She rushed into his arms and rubbed his cheek with her cheek.

”Good. Everything is good now.”

He bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

”Not good,” he said.

She looked at him wonderingly—why do you say such awful things?

He slowly leaned into her ear, his voice was very low, and it broke into the bone marrow: ”Can't **** you, what's good.”

Her tremor twitched and her breathing was chaotic.

”It's time to catch it.” He helped her stand up.

She didn't stand for a while and took a small step back.

You Wuming suddenly rejoiced, and said with a bad smile: ”Little Sanguo, does this sentence make your legs soft? When the time comes, what's the matter? What's wrong? I won't be sorry for you next time. .”

The last half hour without emotion has greatly expanded his psychological limit. He knows that he is actually very potential. As long as you don’t get too excited, you may still be able to challenge an hour.

Thinking like this, the darker the brows around the corners of the eyes, the stronger.

Sang understood his eyes strangely, and she was alert: ”Don't mess up.”

He laughed loudly, clasped her five fingers, put her little soft hand in the palm, and dragged her out.

”Where will it be?” Sang asked from afar.

You Wuming spreads his hands: ”Turning around everywhere.”

Sang Yuan suddenly remembered one thing-Fang Caiyou Wuming's third one looked at ‘O’, but he saw nothing. Does this mean that if he dies, he will die with him?

So, the reverse?

Sang far said: ”If you find it, don't hurt it first, take it back and say it again. I'm afraid that hurting it will have any adverse effect on you.”

You Wuming put a slap on her head: ”How much do you think? You really love me!”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”Yes, the wings are coming out!”

Two people on the short-lived camel, fart out of the king city.

I. Where will it be?

So small, even wherever you go, as long as it doesn't move, maybe you won't find it in your life.

Sang looked around for a long time, and in this short street, there were countless places to hide-under the board car, inside the bamboo basket, wine jar, rice jar, roof beam...

How to find this?

But it seems that Youmei has thoughts.

From time to time, his body flicked left and right.

He has been with him for a short life for more than ten years. His body language is already well known. He kicks his four hooves lightly, turns a few times, and stops outside a yard.

At first glance, it was a funeral.

It seems that there has been more than one funeral. Sang looked intently, and found that the white streamers hanging beside the door were old and new. The new ones were just hung a few days ago, but the old ones were faintly yellow, and it looked like it had been more than a month.

”Victim's home?” Sang asked softly.

”Yeah,” Yumie replied lazily, ”The first case. Listen.”

He raised his chin.

Sang looked around and saw a large flat car parked in the alley. He threw a big face flower under the car, and his face plate was crumpled and shrunk under the car.

A ray of Lingyun vine crawled out, winding around the moss on the wall, and gently turned into the yard.

In the courtyard, a couple seemed to have just returned home, both of them were in the kitchen.

Both husband and wife had a deep'Chuan' word between their eyebrows, their eyes were gray and listless.

After the fire was burned, the woman threw the rice and vegetables together in the pot and covered it with a lid. It was ignored. The couple sat on the kitchen threshold and sighed while holding their foreheads.

After a while, the water in the pot boiled away, and the smell of batter floated, but the two did not react at all. After a long time, the woman came to the stove afterwards, removed the firewood, and scooped out the boiled vegetables with the cooked rice. The couple silently chewed the food that was not a meal, and then Entering the inner room, they both lay on the couch, closing their eyes and saying nothing more.

Sang observed for a moment, and found nothing.

It seems that the death of the victim has caused a great blow to the loved ones, and the couple has no ambitions.

Was it their children who died? That pretty, little puppet, who will grieve and grieve with a crying face, will also sit with his little hands on his knees and behave properly...Is the child even killed?

But... here it looks like it has done two funerals.

Sang looked away at You Wuming far away, and when he squinted into the distance, he seemed to be concentrating on things without disturbing him.

For a moment, she manipulated Ling Yunteng and turned into the courtyard next door.

Sometimes it is more useful to listen to news and start with neighbors.

The couple next door are talking.

The man said: ”You will go to the next door if you have nothing to do, and persuade the old Zhang daughter-in-law. I looked at her if she didn't want to live. I walked around Waihe for a long time today. I didn't dare to go, so I followed. Watch.”

The woman said, ”How do you ask me to persuade? You don't know my mouth, if you want me to say, she should celebrate with firecrackers now!”

”What are you talking about!” The man slapped on her body according to the flesh.

The woman's backhand pinched him: ”I didn't say anything right? Hey, you said, this daughter-in-law has been marrying into the Zhang family gate since she was a cow and a horse, and accompanied the man to provide the little uncle who can't help the wall, the couple He was reluctant to eat, wear, and save so much money, he lost all his gambling debts! It was easy to give birth to a big fat son last year. This old Zhang finally got rid of it, not for Zhang Er's rotten people to eat and drink, and the result is good, old The big baby, inexplicably, could run out of his home last month and drown in the river! Didn’t you Wu Wu himself say that the eight achievements were done by Zhang Er's rotten people!”

The man said: ”Here, this is also doubt, and there is no evidence to talk nonsense!”

”Humph,” the girl sneered, ”want me to say, what kind of heart seeker is murderous, Zhang Er's black and rotten heart was opened by God's eyes! He just killed his nephew over there and turned his head. I cheated the money I saved from my sister-in-law to the baby and gambled on it! You see, that doll died last month, did you not see him with a smile when you saw him? Ah, even my neighbor, remembering that Fat baby, it hurts in my heart!”

”Well, howl, everyone is dead, the dead are big, don't say it,” the man said, ”Anyway, you have to spare more time to persuade Zhang's sister-in-law!”

”It's chanting.” The woman said, ”Although the child is gone, it's sad, but the person is still young, and there is a chance to regenerate. Zhang Erna's blood-sucking worm is gone, and it will start to really live in the future! I will say tomorrow Say her, you also advise Lao Zhang, ah!”

The couple said for a while, then they met on the couch.

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...” Sure enough, the ancient people didn't have much entertainment at ordinary times, and they started nightlife when it was dark.

You Wuming dragged her sleeve.

Sang was only digesting the information before he received it, and looked back at him slightly blankly.

I saw the corners of his eyes twitching slightly, glaring at her.

Sang Yuanyuan: ”???

On the side of the alley, there was a groaning shriek suddenly--

”Monster!”

Sang was shocked from afar, and looked around.

Then he saw a loyal and honest middle-aged man pushing away the flatbed car, revealing the big and mourning big face plate under the car.

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...Run!”

You Wuming without thinking, a short life, like the arrow of the string, soared out of the alley.

”Uh...” Sang was very embarrassed. ”It scares your people, I'm sorry.”

”It's also yours.” Youyou Ming said.

Sang touched his nose from afar: ”This flower is...the face is bigger every day.”

She shook her head and said in earnest: ”Just before, but I heard a news. The one killed by the doll is a gambler and a villain. It is very likely that he killed his own nephew before the month. Because there is no evidence, So he still lived well and continued to squander his brother-in-law’s money until he was taken away a few days ago. The neighbor said that it was done by God.”

You Wuming ‘poo’ smiled: “You mean, I’m walking for the sky?”

Sang far looked inexplicable: ”Let's look elsewhere and talk again.”

”Well,” Youyou replied lightly, ”The second victim, but a good old man with a good reputation. Little Sanguo, don't expect too much from it.”

Sang nodded his head gently: ”Well, I know.”

Crossing three streets to another courtyard with white streamers hanging.

The courtyard door was wide open, and Youyou looked around, striding in.

Sang was about to keep up, and suddenly felt a sense, turning back and looking behind him-and saw that a small hand grabbed her skirt.